Dirty South Salute

(albüm: This Is The Beggining - 2007)

Right about now, you're rolling
With Y. Dot and Fugi
Man's had enough, so I'm showing you
No more playing around
No more games, listen
If you're in a club, raise your glass
If you're in a room, spark your spliff
Just getting played on the radio, turn it up
It's a South ting

If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom
Show them man there that you're not shook
If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom
Show them man there that you're not shook
If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom
Show them man there that you're not shook
If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom
Show them man there that you're not shook

I'm a Nigerian warrior
I study night for Arsenal, the game
I came out of nowhere and I stole the game
You wanted to clash
And now you're pissed because I stole your fame
I don't wanna have to take it to roll the game
When you ain't a badman on no terrain
So if you screw, I'll leave you with no remains
And don't waste time out, no delays
So, know what you're saying
It's not about games and you know what you're playing
Waste guys on the road, we're known for slaying
To the [?] fam, you're known for praying
And we are caught violating [?]
On the Glock, bussing shots, we know you ain't
For all this gun crime, the music can't be blamed
And we can't be tamed
We're on a another level, call us the Super Saiyans

If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom
Show them man there that you're not shook
If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom
Show them man there that you're not shook

It's I, I got no limitation
Let me give a quick demonstration
You can get layed easy, you're difficult like multiplication
How you want it, you got it, no interpretation
Stop trying to come across as intimidating
I don't feel manipulated by your intimidation
I'm Fugi, repping the whole of my generation
Being on top of the world is my destination
Too many young youts got no education
No [?], motivation
That's why man have bodied you like the armed operations
No job, no qualifications
No home, no dedication
Moving over baiting faces
I'm known all over the station
It completely gets [?]
Then I'm back for the streets
Back to the same old shit

If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom
Show them man there that you're not shook
If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom
Show them man there that you're not shook

Yo, I've been patiently waiting to shine
Now a certain man's knows I'm taking the grime
It needs to be changeable, waiting for time
Still ain't changed, bare guys on grime have got no game
They don't wanna lose so they go worldwide
Yet you got no name
Putting nursery rhyme tunes on a mixtape
It's bait that them boys have got no shame
And I've always been told "no pain, no gain"
So, I won't try use my pace with cocaine
If it comes down to it, I'll burst a burner
Burn the clothes and vacate, I ghost fade
You don't wanna clash, you'll get burned like propane
If I draw the ting, you'll see red like OTRAY
So, don't talk wicked to Dot on no day
I don't wanna have to leave your head with no brain

If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom
Show them man there that you're not shook
If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom
Show them man there that you're not shook

Who do you think you're fooling?
I'm not one of them foolish fools that are balling
For the nuisance bars you're forming
Your flow will get disarmed and let the [?]
Quick live brainstorm before you storm in
My style's raw, [?]
If you gonna call it, call it
We can get it on like cowboys and Indians

Dot Rotten, music, don't talk my real name
And I wouldn't have to leave your boys with no brain
It's cold in the road but there ain't no rain
I used to let shots through your window pane
You, you ain't holding whip like no crane
Fire and mutilate your arms with no sprain
And it won't be an accident when you're in an A&E
In a coma, you won't get no claim

If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom
Show them man there that you're not shook
If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom
Show them man there that you're not shook
If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom
Show them man there that you're not shook
If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom
Show them man there that you're not shook
If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom
Show them man there that you're not shook
If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go boom
Show them man there that you're not shook