Tonart: C minor
Verse 1
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One to the two, the three, the four
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Them dirty red dogs done hit the door
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And they got everybody on
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And they ain't gon' leave
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until they find them kids
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Now if Dirty Bill Clinton
fronted me some weight
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Told me to keep two, bring him back eight
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And I only brought him five
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and stuck his ass for three
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Do you think that clamp
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will stick his goons on me?
that's my claim to fame
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That's where I learned my slickest tricks
in the dope, the gang
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I call it Lemonhead Delight
C
It's when you lick off all the yellow
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Well the pimpin' be a sport,
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see I be bein' that wide receiver
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That nigga the B .I .G.
will make y niggas believers
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Sippin' on Quavo Gold
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off in the club drunk as fuck
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Callin' them hoes bitches
and smokin' my weed up
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When I'm too sober, get older,
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Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs,
Impalas and Regals
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Fuckin' around with hoes,
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bustin' nuts in they mouth
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Speakin' that same southern slang,
lookin' for love off in your jaw
Am
See powder get you hyper,
C
Cigarettes give you cancer,
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woo -woo's make you dumb
Am
What you niggas know
Am
See, never did I think, when I got grown
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C
That some peewee sacks
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had been un took this town
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See, life's a bitch, then you figure out
C
Why you really got dropped
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See, in the third grade,
this is what you told
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You was bought, you was sold
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Now they sayin' juice left
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I bet you Jay and Clampy
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See East Point Atlanta
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Talkin' bout all this blow traffic got to stop
Am
So the big time players
off John Freeman Way
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C
Had to find they selves
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another backstreet to take
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Cause back in the day
we was out of control
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C
We didn't understand all nigga
Am
That's when me and Big Slate
took an oath and swear
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Never would we talk,
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So when they pulled up,
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bump an d rock the bell
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We took what we want
and left them quiet as hell
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What you niggas know about the dirt inside?
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C
What you niggas know
Am
Now the Cobra's got the boys
E
on the low in their back
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Give a parlor that Miss Ashley said
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Behind the black, behind the green,
behind the red tint
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C
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Dealers breakin' off that floor
for them wood chips
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A lot of faces ain't around,
E
a lot of folks got shot
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Scatter Mack droppin' cheese
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Been on the ground with
cool breezes,
droppin' pounds with B
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Eric Neal is the coolest from my century
Am
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Macktown keeps growin' old school like
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Charles Stankin' like them
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Lankins and Piedmont Pauls
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Perry Homes, the Herna Homes,
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Adam Field, the Pool Creek
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shit just don't sleep in the Dirty Sides
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2 to 3 to 4, them dirty red dogs
Am
And they got everybody on
C
D
And they ain't gon' leave
until they find them kids
Am
See powder get you hyper,
C
Cigarettes give you cancer,
D
woo -woo's make you dumb
Am
What you niggas know
Am
E
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D
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Ah, yeah, yeah, the dirt is sound
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Am
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You
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