Baby)

For my dogs

U understand

What it be like nigga

U know

Got to love this shit playboy

U understand

And these hoes definately got to jock this shit

U know

My nigga won't come down bout em and its all gravy

U Know

I gotta respect where you from though

L.A.

Yall like to ride

But down bottom we live to survive

Aint no thang to me

And aint no way you can come down bottom and dont bling bling



[TQ]

Lately I been thinking about love doesnt offend happen to me

The only thing I always think of stays inside of me

Go on we get out the kitchen because my blish is cookin

Me and miss daisy kissin while aint nobody lookin

Cook out at my uncles house whole neighborhood gonna be there

Its the fourth of july so you know its on at the pier

I love them country girls with them big 'ol buts

Cant get my hopes up cause she probably my cousin

Some time when I get real homie and a nigga feel all alone

I put down my microphone time to go home



(Chorus)

Dirty

Home thin cotton rows

And them ganstas role on white wall rolz

With my grandpa cussin on this old dirt road

I clean up my stirty damn i wanna go home



I wont forget where I done came from before I even knew I was me

Saw all the flicks of me and my moms playin with the moths in the trees

And yes I do remember all them family reunions

A grandmama had 24 kids and thats the damn sure truth

Even when I moved to cali had to go back every summer

Grandaddy got so excited think Santa claus was coming

Gettin down in the middle of the road a party tonight

Me and g-house drinken bear gettin high as a kite

Even when i got bigga

Westside for life nigga

Whereever i go i take the dirty south with me



(Chorus 2x)



Thid one right here

Goes out to the dirty south

Where we all came from

Home of the struggle baby

For my grandaddy

I love him

Rest in peace



(Chorus to fade