Zen Tha Buddha - Durrty Durrty Lyrics

This that
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Zone 4
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Aww shit
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East Point
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East Point
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College Park
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College Park, over by the airport, nigga
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Let me tell y'all folks bout the Deep South
Where niggas don't give a f*ck
Hell you 'talm bout, f*ck you mean
All the real niggas tote that things
Full of cornbread and collard greens
This that durrty durrty, that durrty durrty
Let me tell y'all folks bout the Deep South
Where weak niggas don't make it out
Rappers that cap get several popped in they ass
Fried chicken, finger licking after blood spilling
This that durrty durrty, that durrty durrty

Skipping, dipping,
Flipping that hot shit up out the kitchen
It's that trigger clicking, finger lickin good
Chickens still tricking in the hood
I'll be your witness without the jury
Ain't no telling what the verdict could be
If there would be no ditches filled with snitches
No bodies discovered swimming with the fishes
Freshly healed stitches
Niggas get called out they name
Labeled as bitches
Banned from the land of Rico sauves
Free from charges
None greater than public opinion
Mindless minions in line for the killing
The slaughter is about to commence
Hence an egg shortage
Sort of unfortunate
Better harvest your fat
It's gonna be a long winter
Hopefully you'll make it out as a winner
Or end up a chicken dinner

Let me tell y'all folks bout the Deep South
Where niggas don't give a f*ck
Hell you 'talm bout, f*ck you mean
All the real niggas tote that things
Full of cornbread and collard greens
This that durrty durrty, that durrty durrty

In the durrty,
We far from hospitable
My niggas will get at you
Strip you of yo jewels
Make you release your bowels
When they hear the way that you pronounce them vowels
Niggas that lean heavy on "oohs" and "ahhs"
Fall victim to the blues and all the wrong attention
Got to move with intention
Head on a swivel
Finger on the trigger
Don't want to have to ice a nigga
But shit ain't sweet as pie in the peach state
Niggas get dropped in the A, each day
Dr. King's dream of letting freedom ring is Personified as bullets flying on our street
There can never be unity if you and me are afraid
Of each other

Let me tell y'all folks bout the Deep South
Where niggas don't give a f*ck
Hell you 'talm bout, f*ck you mean
All the real niggas tote that things
Full of cornbread and collard greens
This that durrty dirty, that durrty durrty
Let me tell y'all folks bout the Deep South
Where weak niggas don't make it out
Rappers that cap get several popped in they ass
Fried chicken, finger licking after blood spilling
This that durrty durrty, that durrty durrty

The Carolinas
GA, Mississippi
Louisiana
Alabama
Tennessee
Texas
Florida

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Where you from, nigga
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Yeah
This how ride down here in the South, my nigga
Act like you know 'bout it