[{"id":11643420,"name":"You're Everything","trackName":"You're Everything","artistName":"Bun B","albumName":"Bun B Greatest Hits","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Man f'real I love bein' from the Dirty South man\nIt made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today\nThe grinder, the baller, the gangster I am today man\nLot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems with\nWhat they see comin from the South and who doin what in the South man\nBut I'mma tell you like this\nFuck you dawg, this the South nigga\nWe gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin' no-motherfuckin'-where\nTake it how you like it, hate it or love it ho!\nIt's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\nLeather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\nSuede roof, neon lights, Vogue tire swang and bang\nTops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin' man\nWhite T's, fitted hats, Jordans under dickies (Dickies)\nThat Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (Sticky)\nThe fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin'\nCadillac do's slammin' on them po'-po's tippin'\nWe ain't trippin' just flippin these haters dip when they see us (When they see us)\n'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\nI'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' man\nIt's the South, ain't nothin' above it and that's why I love it man, f'real\nYou're everything I knew! (Oh yeah)\nDo what you want me to (I will do anything)\nGet on my knees for you (Oh baby)\nWhat else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\nPray at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' to sell it twice\nYellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick\nHoneycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\nR.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\nNiggas fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make\nShakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right\nHaterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\nFriend or foe niggas never know (Know) never know when you fin' to blow\nDude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup\nFingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt\nBut I handle my issue, I got several pistols\nThat won't whistle, missles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue\nMississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone\nI know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\nWith no label backin', pride split into fractions\nI hit the ocean on peggy bustin' back at the crackin' (Y'all scared)\nYou're everything I knew! (Oh yeah)\nDo what you want me to (I will do anything)\nGet on my knees for you (Oh baby)\nWhat else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\nLet's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG\nBig Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D\nT.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy\nTrick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Dupri\nJ Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\nSlim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\nWe all different but we all rep the same thing\nGod first, family then money in the South man\nThey call me Peeimp Tyte, MJG\nThe Dirty South, is everything I want, everything I need, everything I'm longin' for\nWhen I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\nEverything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grand-momma gave to us\nRacial profilin', police harassment regular days to us\nYou say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo'\nYou say whore, we say ho, you want more, but we want mo'\nWhat else is there left for me to do?\nThis the dedication from me to you\nThe South, I know you gonna see, me through\nSo until I die I wanna be, wit'chu, you're everything\nYou're everything I knew! (Oh yeah)\nDo what you want me to (I will do anything)\nGet on my knees for you (Oh baby)\nWhat else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.60] Man f'real I love bein' from the Dirty South man\n[00:04.73] It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today\n[00:08.98] The grinder, the baller, the gangster I am today man\n[00:12.13] Lot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems with\n[00:15.81] What they see comin from the South and who doin what in the South man\n[00:18.97] But I'mma tell you like this\n[00:20.22] Fuck you dawg, this the South nigga\n[00:22.44] We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin' no-motherfuckin'-where\n[00:25.05] Take it how you like it, hate it or love it ho!\n[00:28.17] It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\n[00:31.96] Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\n[00:35.62] Suede roof, neon lights, Vogue tire swang and bang\n[00:39.30] Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin' man\n[00:42.88] White T's, fitted hats, Jordans under dickies (Dickies)\n[00:46.35] That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (Sticky)\n[00:50.01] The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin'\n[00:53.21] Cadillac do's slammin' on them po'-po's tippin'\n[00:57.15] We ain't trippin' just flippin these haters dip when they see us (When they see us)\n[01:00.80] 'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n[01:04.51] I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' man\n[01:08.21] It's the South, ain't nothin' above it and that's why I love it man, f'real\n[01:11.55] You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah)\n[01:18.56] Do what you want me to (I will do anything)\n[01:26.10] Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)\n[01:33.29] What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\n[01:40.90] Pray at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' to sell it twice\n[01:44.67] Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick\n[01:48.37] Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\n[01:51.99] R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\n[01:55.40] Niggas fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make\n[01:59.13] Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right\n[02:02.84] Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\n[02:06.63] Friend or foe niggas never know (Know) never know when you fin' to blow\n[02:09.50] Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup\n[02:13.11] Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt\n[02:16.62] But I handle my issue, I got several pistols\n[02:20.01] That won't whistle, missles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue\n[02:24.05] Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone\n[02:27.51] I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\n[02:31.13] With no label backin', pride split into fractions\n[02:35.00] I hit the ocean on peggy bustin' back at the crackin' (Y'all scared)\n[02:38.87] You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah)\n[02:46.10] Do what you want me to (I will do anything)\n[02:53.42] Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)\n[03:00.02] What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\n[03:07.70] Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG\n[03:11.55] Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D\n[03:15.64] T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy\n[03:19.11] Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Dupri\n[03:22.91] J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\n[03:26.51] Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\n[03:29.90] We all different but we all rep the same thing\n[03:34.00] God first, family then money in the South man\n[03:37.00] They call me Peeimp Tyte, MJG\n[03:39.23] The Dirty South, is everything I want, everything I need, everything I'm longin' for\n[03:42.68] When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\n[03:44.51] Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grand-momma gave to us\n[03:48.39] Racial profilin', police harassment regular days to us\n[03:51.87] You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo'\n[03:55.64] You say whore, we say ho, you want more, but we want mo'\n[03:59.45] What else is there left for me to do?\n[04:01.15] This the dedication from me to you\n[04:02.80] The South, I know you gonna see, me through\n[04:04.50] So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu, you're everything\n[04:06.23] You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah)\n[04:13.18] Do what you want me to (I will do anything)\n[04:20.57] Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)\n[04:27.30] What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: You're Everything\n artist: Bun B\n album: Bun B Greatest Hits\n duration_ms: 279000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Man f'real I love bein' from the Dirty South man\n start_ms: 1600\n end_ms: 4730\n- text: It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today\n start_ms: 4730\n end_ms: 8980\n- text: The grinder, the baller, the gangster I am today man\n start_ms: 8980\n end_ms: 12130\n- text: Lot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems with\n start_ms: 12130\n end_ms: 15810\n- text: What they see comin from the South and who doin what in the South man\n start_ms: 15810\n end_ms: 18970\n- text: But I'mma tell you like this\n start_ms: 18970\n end_ms: 20220\n- text: Fuck you dawg, this the South nigga\n start_ms: 20220\n end_ms: 22440\n- text: We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin' no-motherfuckin'-where\n start_ms: 22440\n end_ms: 25050\n- text: Take it how you like it, hate it or love it ho!\n start_ms: 25050\n end_ms: 28170\n- text: It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\n start_ms: 28170\n end_ms: 31960\n- text: Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\n start_ms: 31960\n end_ms: 35620\n- text: Suede roof, neon lights, Vogue tire swang and bang\n start_ms: 35620\n end_ms: 39300\n- text: Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin' man\n start_ms: 39300\n end_ms: 42880\n- text: White T's, fitted hats, Jordans under dickies (Dickies)\n start_ms: 42880\n end_ms: 46350\n- text: That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (Sticky)\n start_ms: 46350\n end_ms: 50010\n- text: The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin'\n start_ms: 50010\n end_ms: 53210\n- text: Cadillac do's slammin' on them po'-po's tippin'\n start_ms: 53210\n end_ms: 57150\n- text: We ain't trippin' just flippin these haters dip when they see us (When they see us)\n start_ms: 57150\n end_ms: 60800\n- text: '''Cause they could never beat us best us or be us'\n start_ms: 60800\n end_ms: 64510\n- text: I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' man\n start_ms: 64510\n end_ms: 68210\n- text: It's the South, ain't nothin' above it and that's why I love it man, f'real\n start_ms: 68210\n end_ms: 71550\n- text: You're everything I knew! 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(Oh yeah)\n Do what you want me to (I will do anything)\n Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)\n What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\n Pray at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' to sell it twice\n Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick\n Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\n R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\n Niggas fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make\n Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right\n Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\n Friend or foe niggas never know (Know) never know when you fin' to blow\n Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup\n Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt\n But I handle my issue, I got several pistols\n That won't whistle, missles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue\n Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone\n I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\n With no label backin', pride split into fractions\n I hit the ocean on peggy bustin' back at the crackin' (Y'all scared)\n You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah)\n Do what you want me to (I will do anything)\n Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)\n What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\n Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG\n Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D\n T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy\n Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Dupri\n J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\n Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\n We all different but we all rep the same thing\n God first, family then money in the South man\n They call me Peeimp Tyte, MJG\n The Dirty South, is everything I want, everything I need, everything I'm longin' for\n When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\n Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grand-momma gave to us\n Racial profilin', police harassment regular days to us\n You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo'\n You say whore, we say ho, you want more, but we want mo'\n What else is there left for me to do?\n This the dedication from me to you\n The South, I know you gonna see, me through\n So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu, you're everything\n You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah)\n Do what you want me to (I will do anything)\n Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)\n What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\n"},{"id":17771196,"name":"Bun B - You're Everything","trackName":"Bun B - You're Everything","artistName":"Bun B","albumName":"II Trill","duration":277.898625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Man f'real I love bein' from this Dirty South mayne\nIt made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today\nThe grinder, the baller; the gangsta I am today mayne\nLot of people got opinions & issues & problems with\nWhat they see comin' from the South & who doin' what in the South mayne\nBut I'm a tell you like this, fuck you dawg . This the South nigga\nWe gon' be here, we been here & ain't goin' no muthafuckin' where\nTake it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\nIt's that candy paint, 84's, belts & buckles, chrome & grill\nLeather seats, stitch & tuck, TV screens & wooden wheels\nSuede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang & bang\nTops drop, blades chop, 5th wheel just hangin' mayne\nWhite T's, fitted hats, Jordan's or the Dicky's (Dicky's)\nThat Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\nThe 15's bam'n & the bass kick kickin'\nCadillac door's slammin' on them po' po's tippin'\nWe ain't trippin' just flippin' these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\nI'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' mayne\nIt's the South, ain't nothin' above it & that's why I love it mayne!\nFor real.\n\nYou're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\nDo what you want me to. I will do anything.\nGet on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\nWhat else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n\nYeah, keepin' it Trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town\n3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is.\n\nPray at night when you sellin' white, got 1 ki' tryin' to sell it twice\nYellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick\nHoneycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\nR.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\nNiggas fake, they hate candy paint & all the paper that your partner make\nShakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right\nHaterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\nFriend or foe niggas never know (know) never know when you fin' to blow.\n\nDude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup\nFingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died & it hurt\nBut I handle my issue, I got several pistols\nThat won't whistle, missiles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue\nMississippi's my home 'til I'm die & I'm gone\nI know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\nWith no label b-backin' pride split into fractions\nI hit the ocean on Peggy bustin' back at the crackin'\nAnd y'all scared. (y'all scared)\n\nYou're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\nDo what you want me to. I will do anything.\nGet on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\nWhat else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n\nLet's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, 8Ball, MJG\nBig Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D.\nT.I.P. Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil' Weezy\nTrick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\nJ. Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\nSlim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\nWe all different but we all rep the same thing\nGod first, family then money in the South mayne.\n\nThey call me PIMP TYTE! MJG\nThe Dirty South is everything I want\nEverything I need everything I'm longin' for\nWhen I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\nEverything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmama gave to us\nRacial profilin' police harassment regular days to us\nYou say door, we say do'; you say 4, we say fo'\nYou say whore, we say hoe; you want more, but we want mo'.\nWhat else is there left for me to do?\nThis the dedication from me to you\nThe South, I know you gonna see, me through\nSo until I die I wanna be, wit you\nYou're Everything.\n\nYou're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\nDo what you want me to. I will do anything.\nGet on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\nWhat else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.21] Man f'real I love bein' from this Dirty South mayne\n[00:06.15] It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today\n[00:09.74] The grinder, the baller; the gangsta I am today mayne\n[00:12.48] Lot of people got opinions & issues & problems with\n[00:16.05] What they see comin' from the South & who doin' what in the South mayne\n[00:18.79] But I'm a tell you like this, fuck you dawg . This the South nigga\n[00:23.22] We gon' be here, we been here & ain't goin' no muthafuckin' where\n[00:25.98] Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n[00:28.63] It's that candy paint, 84's, belts & buckles, chrome & grill\n[00:32.29] Leather seats, stitch & tuck, TV screens & wooden wheels\n[00:35.95] Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang & bang\n[00:39.53] Tops drop, blades chop, 5th wheel just hangin' mayne\n[00:43.17] White T's, fitted hats, Jordan's or the Dicky's (Dicky's)\n[00:46.77] That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n[00:50.35] The 15's bam'n & the bass kick kickin'\n[00:53.96] Cadillac door's slammin' on them po' po's tippin'\n[00:57.56] We ain't trippin' just flippin' these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n[01:01.15] 'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n[01:04.76] I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' mayne\n[01:08.32] It's the South, ain't nothin' above it & that's why I love it mayne!\n[01:12.00] For real.\n[01:12.83] You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n[01:16.55] Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n[01:26.44] Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n[01:32.78] What else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n[01:34.63] Yeah, keepin' it Trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town\n[01:40.02] 3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is.\n[01:40.94] Pray at night when you sellin' white, got 1 ki' tryin' to sell it twice\n[01:43.60] Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick\n[01:48.18] Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\n[01:52.67] R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\n[01:56.22] Niggas fake, they hate candy paint & all the paper that your partner make\n[02:00.73] Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right\n[02:03.42] Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\n[02:07.01] Friend or foe niggas never know (know) never know when you fin' to blow.\n[02:10.79] Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup\n[02:13.42] Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died & it hurt\n[02:16.13] But I handle my issue, I got several pistols\n[02:20.68] That won't whistle, missiles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue\n[02:24.25] Mississippi's my home 'til I'm die & I'm gone\n[02:27.82] I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\n[02:31.42] With no label b-backin' pride split into fractions\n[02:35.08] I hit the ocean on Peggy bustin' back at the crackin'\n[02:38.69] And y'all scared. (y'all scared)\n[02:40.40] You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n[02:46.83] Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n[02:51.36] Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n[03:00.36] What else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n[03:07.59] Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, 8Ball, MJG\n[03:12.02] Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D.\n[03:15.78] T.I.P. Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil' Weezy\n[03:19.38] Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\n[03:22.96] J. Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\n[03:26.53] Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\n[03:30.13] We all different but we all rep the same thing\n[03:33.74] God first, family then money in the South mayne.\n[03:37.37] They call me PIMP TYTE! MJG\n[03:39.15] The Dirty South is everything I want\n[03:41.99] Everything I need everything I'm longin' for\n[03:42.88] When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\n[03:44.63] Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmama gave to us\n[03:48.26] Racial profilin' police harassment regular days to us\n[03:51.80] You say door, we say do'; you say 4, we say fo'\n[03:56.37] You say whore, we say hoe; you want more, but we want mo'.\n[03:59.98] What else is there left for me to do?\n[04:01.71] This the dedication from me to you\n[04:03.57] The South, I know you gonna see, me through\n[04:05.30] So until I die I wanna be, wit you\n[04:06.25] You're Everything.\n[04:09.94] You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n[04:13.55] Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n[04:14.47] Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n[04:28.87] What else is there to do? 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This the South nigga\n We gon' be here, we been here & ain't goin' no muthafuckin' where\n Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\n It's that candy paint, 84's, belts & buckles, chrome & grill\n Leather seats, stitch & tuck, TV screens & wooden wheels\n Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang & bang\n Tops drop, blades chop, 5th wheel just hangin' mayne\n White T's, fitted hats, Jordan's or the Dicky's (Dicky's)\n That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n The 15's bam'n & the bass kick kickin'\n Cadillac door's slammin' on them po' po's tippin'\n We ain't trippin' just flippin' these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n 'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' mayne\n It's the South, ain't nothin' above it & that's why I love it mayne!\n For real.\n\n You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n What else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n\n Yeah, keepin' it Trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town\n 3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is.\n\n Pray at night when you sellin' white, got 1 ki' tryin' to sell it twice\n Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick\n Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\n R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\n Niggas fake, they hate candy paint & all the paper that your partner make\n Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right\n Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\n Friend or foe niggas never know (know) never know when you fin' to blow.\n\n Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup\n Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died & it hurt\n But I handle my issue, I got several pistols\n That won't whistle, missiles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue\n Mississippi's my home 'til I'm die & I'm gone\n I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\n With no label b-backin' pride split into fractions\n I hit the ocean on Peggy bustin' back at the crackin'\n And y'all scared. (y'all scared)\n\n You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n What else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n\n Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, 8Ball, MJG\n Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D.\n T.I.P. Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil' Weezy\n Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\n J. Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\n Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\n We all different but we all rep the same thing\n God first, family then money in the South mayne.\n\n They call me PIMP TYTE! 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Rick Ross, David Banner, 8-Ball & MJG)","artistName":"Bun B","albumName":"Bun B Greatest Hits","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"Man fo' real I love being from the dirty south mane\nIt made me the G I am today\nMade me the hustla I am today\nThe grinda, the baller, the gangsta I am today\nA lot of people got opinions, issues,\nand problems with what they see comin' from the south but we doin\nwell and the south mane, but I'ma tell you like this,\nfuck you dog this the south nigga we been,\ngonna be here, and we ain't goin no mutha fuckin' where\nTake it hoe you like it, hate it or love it ho.\n\nIt's that candy paint, 84s\nBelts and buckles chrome and grill\nLeather seats, stitched and tucked\nTV screens and wooden wheels\nSwade roof, neon lights\nWhole tire swang and bang\nTop drop, blades chop\nBig wheel just hangin' man\nWhite ts, fitted hats\nJordans under dickies (dickies)\nThat swisha sweet cigoriilas filled up with the stickey\n15s bamin\nAnd the base keep kickin'\nCadillac do slammin'\nOn dem 4 4s tippin'\nWe ain't trippin' just flippin'\nThese haters dip when they see us (when they see us)\nCause they can neva beat us best us or be us\nI'm a G thats a genius\nBesta just respect my duggie man\nIt's the south,\nain't nothin' above it and thats why I love it mane fo' real.\n\nYour everything I need\nDo what you want me to (i'll do anything)\nGet on my knees for you\nWhat else is there to do (i don't know, I don't know, but I'll try)\n\nPray at night, when you sellin' white\nGot one key tryin' sell it twice\nYellow stones all in my shit\nYellow bones all in my dick\nHoneycomb I call my crib\nMoney long, that's on my kids\nI rock Peta, my uncle chad\nUGK you can't fuck wit' that\nNiggas fake, they hate my candy-paint\nAnd all the paper that your partner make\nShakin' dice like a face of life\nChampaign just ain't tastin' right\nHaterade ain't Gatorade\nLook at these seats, they gator made\nFriend or foe niggas never know (know)\nNever know when you finna blow\n\nDo you scrape up the curb\nThen was sippin' some syrup\nThen was blisted, twisted, since this pimp got in that heard\nBut I handle my issue\nI got several pistols\nThat won't whistle, missiles not grisled from fatty tissue\nMississippi's my home\nTill I'm die and I'm gone\nI know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\nPut no lable but docking\nPride split into fractions\nI hit the ocean on heavy bustin' back at the crackin'\nYa'll know (Ya'll know)\n\nYour everything I need\nDo what you want me to (i'll do anything)\nGet on my knees for you\nWhat else is there to do (i don't know, I don't know, but I'll try)\n\nLets talk about Pimp C, Bun B\n8 Ball, MJG\nBig Boi, Dre 3000\nScarface, Willie D\nT.I.P, Young Jeezy\nBirdman, Lil Weezy\nTrick Daddy, Young Buck\nSo So Def, Jermaine Depri\nJ Priss rap a lot\nJuicy J, DJ Paul\nSlim Thug, Lil Keke\nChamillionare, Paul Wall\nWe all different, but we all rep the same thang\nGod first, family 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This the South nigga\n We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where\n Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\n It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\n Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\n Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang\n Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne\n White T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)\n That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin\n Cadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin\n We ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne\n It's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!\n F'real\n\n You're everything I knew! 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This the South nigga\nWe gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where\nTake it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\nIt's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\nLeather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\nSuede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang\nTops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne\nWhite T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)\nThat Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\nThe fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin\nCadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin\nWe ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\nCause they could never beat us best us or be us\nI'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne\nIt's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!\nF'real\n\nYou're everything I knew! 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This the South nigga\n We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where\n Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\n It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\n Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\n Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang\n Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne\n White T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)\n That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin\n Cadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin\n We ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne\n It's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!\n F'real\n\n You're everything I knew! 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MJG\n start_ms: 218570\n end_ms: 220680\n- text: The Dirty South, is everything I want\n start_ms: 220680\n end_ms: 222530\n- text: Everything I need, everything I'm longin for\n start_ms: 222530\n end_ms: 224230\n- text: when I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\n start_ms: 224230\n end_ms: 226080\n- text: Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmomma gave to us\n start_ms: 226080\n end_ms: 229560\n- text: Racial profilin, police harassment regular days to us\n start_ms: 229560\n end_ms: 233120\n- text: You say door, we say do'; you say four, we say fo'\n start_ms: 233120\n end_ms: 237070\n- text: You say whore, we say hoe; you want more, but we want mo'\n start_ms: 237070\n end_ms: 238920\n- text: What else is there left for me to do?\n start_ms: 238920\n end_ms: 242560\n- text: This the dedication from me to you\n start_ms: 242560\n end_ms: 244300\n- text: The South, I know you gonna see, me through\n start_ms: 244300\n end_ms: 246270\n- text: So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu\n start_ms: 246270\n end_ms: 247830\n- text: You're everything\n start_ms: 247830\n end_ms: 249260\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 249260\nplain: |-\n Bun B]\n Man f'real I love bein from the Dirty South mayne\n It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today\n The grinder, the baller; the gangster I am today mayne\n Lot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems with\n what they see comin from the South and who doin what in the South mayne\n But I'ma tell you like this - FUCK YOU DAWG! This the South nigga\n We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where\n Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\n It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\n Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\n Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang\n Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne\n White T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)\n That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin\n Cadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin\n We ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne\n It's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!\n F'real\n\n You're everything I knew! (Ohh yeah)\n Do what you want me to (I will doooooooo anything)\n Get on my knees for you (ohhhhhhhhhh bab-bayyy)\n What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\n\n Yeah, keepin it trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town\n 3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is\n\n Pray at night when you sellin white, got one ki' tryin to sell it twice\n Yellow stones all in my shit, yellowbones all on my dick\n Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\n R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\n Niggaz fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make\n Shakin dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin right\n Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\n Friend or foe niggaz never know (know) never know when you fin' to blow\n\n Dude scrapin the curb, dippin sippin some syrup\n Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt\n But I handle my issue, I got several pistols\n that won't whistle, missles knockin gristle from fatty tissue\n Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone\n I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\n With no label b-backin, pride split into fractions\n I hit the ocean on peggy bustin back at the crackin\n And y'all scared (y'all scared)\n\n Lets talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG\n Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D\n T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy\n Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\n J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\n Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\n We all different but we all rep the same thang\n God first, family then money in the South mayne\n\n They call me PEEIMP TYTE! MJG\n The Dirty South, is everything I want\n Everything I need, everything I'm longin for\n when I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\n Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmomma gave to us\n Racial profilin, police harassment regular days to us\n You say door, we say do'; you say four, we say fo'\n You say whore, we say hoe; you want more, but we want mo'\n What else is there left for me to do?\n This the dedication from me to you\n The South, I know you gonna see, me through\n So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu\n You're everything\n"},{"id":17485258,"name":"You're Everything","trackName":"You're Everything","artistName":"Bun B feat.David Banner Rick Ross, 8Ball & MJG","albumName":"You're Everything / Pop It 4 Pimp","duration":279.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Bun B]\nMan f'real I love bein from the Dirty South mayne\nIt made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today\nThe grinder, the baller; the gangster I am today mayne\nLot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems with\nwhat they see comin from the South and who doin what in the South mayne\nBut I'ma tell you like this - FUCK YOU DAWG! This the South nigga\nWe gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where\nTake it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\nIt's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\nLeather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\nSuede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang\nTops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne\nWhite T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)\nThat Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\nThe fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin\nCadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin\nWe ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\nCause they could never beat us best us or be us\nI'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne\nIt's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!\nF'real\n\nYou're everything I knew! (Ohh yeah)\nDo what you want me to (I will doooooooo anything)\nGet on my knees for you (ohhhhhhhhhh bab-bayyy)\nWhat else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\n\nYeah, keepin it trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town\n3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is\n\nPray at night when you sellin white, got one ki' tryin to sell it twice\nYellow stones all in my shit, yellowbones all on my dick\nHoneycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\nR.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\nNiggaz fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make\nShakin dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin right\nHaterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\nFriend or foe niggaz never know (know) never know when you fin' to blow\n\nDude scrapin the curb, dippin sippin some syrup\nFingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt\nBut I handle my issue, I got several pistols\nthat won't whistle, missles knockin gristle from fatty tissue\nMississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone\nI know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\nWith no label b-backin, pride split into fractions\nI hit the ocean on peggy bustin back at the crackin\nAnd y'all scared (y'all scared)\n\nLets talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG\nBig Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D\nT.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy\nTrick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\nJ Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\nSlim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\nWe all different but we all rep the same thang\nGod first, family then money in the South mayne\n\nThey call me PEEIMP TYTE! MJG\nThe Dirty South, is everything I want\nEverything I need, everything I'm longin for\nwhen I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\nEverything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmomma gave to us\nRacial profilin, police harassment regular days to us\nYou say door, we say do'; you say four, we say fo'\nYou say whore, we say hoe; you want more, but we want mo'\nWhat else is there left for me to do?\nThis the dedication from me to you\nThe South, I know you gonna see, me through\nSo until I die I wanna be, wit'chu\nYou're everything","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.15] Bun B]\n[00:04.44] Man f'real I love bein from the Dirty South mayne\n[00:06.58] It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today\n[00:10.03] The grinder, the baller; the gangster I am today mayne\n[00:13.42] Lot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems with\n[00:16.94] what they see comin from the South and who doin what in the South mayne\n[00:19.90] But I'ma tell you like this - FUCK YOU DAWG! This the South nigga\n[00:23.48] We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where\n[00:26.77] Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n[00:28.82] It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\n[00:32.93] Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\n[00:36.82] Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang\n[00:40.41] Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne\n[00:44.19] White T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)\n[00:47.41] That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n[00:51.43] The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin\n[00:54.57] Cadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin\n[00:57.85] We ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n[01:03.62] Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n[01:05.73] I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne\n[01:08.89] It's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!\n[01:13.30] F'real\n[01:13.90] You're everything I knew! (Ohh yeah)\n[01:20.33] Do what you want me to (I will doooooooo anything)\n[01:27.86] Get on my knees for you (ohhhhhhhhhh bab-bayyy)\n[01:34.96] What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\n[01:37.39] Yeah, keepin it trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town\n[01:38.02] 3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is\n[01:42.48] Pray at night when you sellin white, got one ki' tryin to sell it twice\n[01:45.88] Yellow stones all in my shit, yellowbones all on my dick\n[01:49.36] Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\n[01:53.13] R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\n[01:56.83] Niggaz fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make\n[02:00.34] Shakin dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin right\n[02:04.17] Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\n[02:07.65] Friend or foe niggaz never know (know) never know when you fin' to blow\n[02:10.79] Dude scrapin the curb, dippin sippin some syrup\n[02:14.48] Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt\n[02:17.93] But I handle my issue, I got several pistols\n[02:21.56] that won't whistle, missles knockin gristle from fatty tissue\n[02:25.40] Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone\n[02:28.77] I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\n[02:32.58] With no label b-backin, pride split into fractions\n[02:36.01] I hit the ocean on peggy bustin back at the crackin\n[02:39.67] And y'all scared (y'all scared)\n[02:41.50] Lets talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG\n[03:13.35] Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D\n[03:16.74] T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy\n[03:20.65] Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\n[03:24.07] J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\n[03:27.57] Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\n[03:30.04] We all different but we all rep the same thang\n[03:35.27] God first, family then money in the South mayne\n[03:38.57] They call me PEEIMP TYTE! 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This the South nigga\n We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where\n Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\n It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\n Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\n Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang\n Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne\n White T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)\n That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin\n Cadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin\n We ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne\n It's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!\n F'real\n\n You're everything I knew! 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This the South nigga\nWe gon' be here, we been here & ain't goin' no muthafuckin' where\nTake it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\nIt's that candy paint, 84's, belts & buckles, chrome & grill\nLeather seats, stitch & tuck, TV screens & wooden wheels\nSuede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang & bang\nTops drop, blades chop, 5th wheel just hangin' mayne\nWhite T's, fitted hats, Jordan's or the Dicky's (Dicky's)\nThat Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\nThe 15's bam'n & the bass kick kickin'\nCadillac door's slammin' on them po' po's tippin'\nWe ain't trippin' just flippin' these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\nI'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' mayne\nIt's the South, ain't nothin' above it & that's why I love it mayne!\nFor real.\n\nYou're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\nDo what you want me to. I will do anything.\nGet on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\nWhat else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n\nYeah, keepin' it Trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town\n3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is.\n\nPray at night when you sellin' white, got 1 ki' tryin' to sell it twice\nYellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick\nHoneycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\nR.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\nNiggas fake, they hate candy paint & all the paper that your partner make\nShakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right\nHaterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\nFriend or foe niggas never know (know) never know when you fin' to blow.\n\nDude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup\nFingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died & it hurt\nBut I handle my issue, I got several pistols\nThat won't whistle, missiles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue\nMississippi's my home 'til I'm die & I'm gone\nI know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\nWith no label b-backin' pride split into fractions\nI hit the ocean on Peggy bustin' back at the crackin'\nAnd y'all scared. (y'all scared)\n\nYou're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\nDo what you want me to. I will do anything.\nGet on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\nWhat else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n\nLet's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, 8Ball, MJG\nBig Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D.\nT.I.P. Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil' Weezy\nTrick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\nJ. Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\nSlim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\nWe all different but we all rep the same thing\nGod first, family then money in the South mayne.\n\nThey call me PIMP TYTE! MJG\nThe Dirty South is everything I want\nEverything I need everything I'm longin' for\nWhen I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\nEverything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmama gave to us\nRacial profilin' police harassment regular days to us\nYou say door, we say do'; you say 4, we say fo'\nYou say whore, we say hoe; you want more, but we want mo'.\nWhat else is there left for me to do?\nThis the dedication from me to you\nThe South, I know you gonna see, me through\nSo until I die I wanna be, wit you\nYou're Everything.\n\nYou're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\nDo what you want me to. I will do anything.\nGet on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\nWhat else is there to do? 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This the South nigga\n[00:23.22] We gon' be here, we been here & ain't goin' no muthafuckin' where\n[00:25.98] Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n[00:28.63] It's that candy paint, 84's, belts & buckles, chrome & grill\n[00:32.29] Leather seats, stitch & tuck, TV screens & wooden wheels\n[00:35.95] Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang & bang\n[00:39.53] Tops drop, blades chop, 5th wheel just hangin' mayne\n[00:43.17] White T's, fitted hats, Jordan's or the Dicky's (Dicky's)\n[00:46.77] That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n[00:50.35] The 15's bam'n & the bass kick kickin'\n[00:53.96] Cadillac door's slammin' on them po' po's tippin'\n[00:57.56] We ain't trippin' just flippin' these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n[01:01.15] 'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n[01:04.76] I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' mayne\n[01:08.32] It's the South, ain't nothin' above it & that's why I love it mayne!\n[01:12.00] For real.\n[01:12.83] You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n[01:16.55] Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n[01:26.44] Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n[01:32.78] What else is there to do? 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I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n start_ms: 92780\n end_ms: 94630\n- text: Yeah, keepin' it Trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town\n start_ms: 94630\n end_ms: 100020\n- text: 3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is.\n start_ms: 100020\n end_ms: 100940\n- text: Pray at night when you sellin' white, got 1 ki' tryin' to sell it twice\n start_ms: 100940\n end_ms: 103600\n- text: Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick\n start_ms: 103600\n end_ms: 108180\n- text: Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\n start_ms: 108180\n end_ms: 112670\n- text: R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\n start_ms: 112670\n end_ms: 116220\n- text: Niggas fake, they hate candy paint & all the paper that your partner make\n start_ms: 116220\n end_ms: 120730\n- text: Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right\n start_ms: 120730\n end_ms: 123420\n- text: Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\n start_ms: 123420\n end_ms: 127010\n- text: Friend or foe niggas never know (know) never know when you fin' to blow.\n start_ms: 127010\n end_ms: 130790\n- text: Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup\n start_ms: 130790\n end_ms: 133420\n- text: Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died & it hurt\n start_ms: 133420\n end_ms: 136130\n- text: But I handle my issue, I got several pistols\n start_ms: 136130\n end_ms: 140680\n- text: That won't whistle, missiles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue\n start_ms: 140680\n end_ms: 144250\n- text: Mississippi's my home 'til I'm die & I'm gone\n start_ms: 144250\n end_ms: 147820\n- text: I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\n start_ms: 147820\n end_ms: 151420\n- text: With no label b-backin' pride split into fractions\n start_ms: 151420\n end_ms: 155080\n- text: I hit the ocean on Peggy bustin' back at the crackin'\n start_ms: 155080\n end_ms: 158690\n- text: And y'all scared. (y'all scared)\n start_ms: 158690\n end_ms: 160400\n- text: You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n start_ms: 160400\n end_ms: 166830\n- text: Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n start_ms: 166830\n end_ms: 171360\n- text: Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n start_ms: 171360\n end_ms: 180360\n- text: What else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n start_ms: 180360\n end_ms: 187590\n- text: Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, 8Ball, MJG\n start_ms: 187590\n end_ms: 192020\n- text: Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D.\n start_ms: 192020\n end_ms: 195780\n- text: T.I.P. Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil' Weezy\n start_ms: 195780\n end_ms: 199380\n- text: Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\n start_ms: 199380\n end_ms: 202960\n- text: J. Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\n start_ms: 202960\n end_ms: 206530\n- text: Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\n start_ms: 206530\n end_ms: 210130\n- text: We all different but we all rep the same thing\n start_ms: 210130\n end_ms: 213740\n- text: God first, family then money in the South mayne.\n start_ms: 213740\n end_ms: 217370\n- text: They call me PIMP TYTE! MJG\n start_ms: 217370\n end_ms: 219150\n- text: The Dirty South is everything I want\n start_ms: 219150\n end_ms: 221990\n- text: Everything I need everything I'm longin' for\n start_ms: 221990\n end_ms: 222880\n- text: When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\n start_ms: 222880\n end_ms: 224630\n- text: Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmama gave to us\n start_ms: 224630\n end_ms: 228260\n- text: Racial profilin' police harassment regular days to us\n start_ms: 228260\n end_ms: 231800\n- text: You say door, we say do'; you say 4, we say fo'\n start_ms: 231800\n end_ms: 236370\n- text: You say whore, we say hoe; you want more, but we want mo'.\n start_ms: 236370\n end_ms: 239980\n- text: What else is there left for me to do?\n start_ms: 239980\n end_ms: 241710\n- text: This the dedication from me to you\n start_ms: 241710\n end_ms: 243570\n- text: The South, I know you gonna see, me through\n start_ms: 243570\n end_ms: 245300\n- text: So until I die I wanna be, wit you\n start_ms: 245300\n end_ms: 246250\n- text: You're Everything.\n start_ms: 246250\n end_ms: 249940\n- text: You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n start_ms: 249940\n end_ms: 253550\n- text: Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n start_ms: 253550\n end_ms: 254470\n- text: Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n start_ms: 254470\n end_ms: 268870\n- text: What else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n start_ms: 268870\n end_ms: 275240\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 275240\nplain: |-\n Man f'real I love bein' from this Dirty South mayne\n It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today\n The grinder, the baller; the gangsta I am today mayne\n Lot of people got opinions & issues & problems with\n What they see comin' from the South & who doin' what in the South mayne\n But I'm a tell you like this, fuck you dawg . This the South nigga\n We gon' be here, we been here & ain't goin' no muthafuckin' where\n Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\n It's that candy paint, 84's, belts & buckles, chrome & grill\n Leather seats, stitch & tuck, TV screens & wooden wheels\n Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang & bang\n Tops drop, blades chop, 5th wheel just hangin' mayne\n White T's, fitted hats, Jordan's or the Dicky's (Dicky's)\n That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n The 15's bam'n & the bass kick kickin'\n Cadillac door's slammin' on them po' po's tippin'\n We ain't trippin' just flippin' these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n 'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' mayne\n It's the South, ain't nothin' above it & that's why I love it mayne!\n For real.\n\n You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n What else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n\n Yeah, keepin' it Trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town\n 3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is.\n\n Pray at night when you sellin' white, got 1 ki' tryin' to sell it twice\n Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick\n Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\n R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\n Niggas fake, they hate candy paint & all the paper that your partner make\n Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right\n Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\n Friend or foe niggas never know (know) never know when you fin' to blow.\n\n Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup\n Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died & it hurt\n But I handle my issue, I got several pistols\n That won't whistle, missiles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue\n Mississippi's my home 'til I'm die & I'm gone\n I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\n With no label b-backin' pride split into fractions\n I hit the ocean on Peggy bustin' back at the crackin'\n And y'all scared. (y'all scared)\n\n You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n What else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n\n Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, 8Ball, MJG\n Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D.\n T.I.P. Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil' Weezy\n Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\n J. Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\n Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\n We all different but we all rep the same thing\n God first, family then money in the South mayne.\n\n They call me PIMP TYTE! MJG\n The Dirty South is everything I want\n Everything I need everything I'm longin' for\n When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\n Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmama gave to us\n Racial profilin' police harassment regular days to us\n You say door, we say do'; you say 4, we say fo'\n You say whore, we say hoe; you want more, but we want mo'.\n What else is there left for me to do?\n This the dedication from me to you\n The South, I know you gonna see, me through\n So until I die I wanna be, wit you\n You're Everything.\n\n You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n What else is there to do? 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(y'all scared)\n\nYou're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\nDo what you want me to. I will do anything.\nGet on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\nWhat else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n\nLet's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, 8Ball, MJG\nBig Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D.\nT.I.P. Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil' Weezy\nTrick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\nJ. Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\nSlim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\nWe all different but we all rep the same thing\nGod first, family then money in the South mayne.\n\nThey call me PIMP TYTE! 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This the South nigga\n[00:23.22] We gon' be here, we been here & ain't goin' no muthafuckin' where\n[00:25.98] Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n[00:28.63] It's that candy paint, 84's, belts & buckles, chrome & grill\n[00:32.29] Leather seats, stitch & tuck, TV screens & wooden wheels\n[00:35.95] Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang & bang\n[00:39.53] Tops drop, blades chop, 5th wheel just hangin' mayne\n[00:43.17] White T's, fitted hats, Jordan's or the Dicky's (Dicky's)\n[00:46.77] That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n[00:50.35] The 15's bam'n & the bass kick kickin'\n[00:53.96] Cadillac door's slammin' on them po' po's tippin'\n[00:57.56] We ain't trippin' just flippin' these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n[01:01.15] 'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n[01:04.76] I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' mayne\n[01:08.32] It's the South, ain't nothin' above it & that's why I love it mayne!\n[01:12.00] For real.\n[01:12.83] You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n[01:16.55] Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n[01:26.44] Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n[01:32.78] What else is there to do? 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I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n start_ms: 92780\n end_ms: 94630\n- text: Yeah, keepin' it Trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town\n start_ms: 94630\n end_ms: 100020\n- text: 3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is.\n start_ms: 100020\n end_ms: 100940\n- text: Pray at night when you sellin' white, got 1 ki' tryin' to sell it twice\n start_ms: 100940\n end_ms: 103600\n- text: Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick\n start_ms: 103600\n end_ms: 108180\n- text: Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\n start_ms: 108180\n end_ms: 112670\n- text: R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\n start_ms: 112670\n end_ms: 116220\n- text: Niggas fake, they hate candy paint & all the paper that your partner make\n start_ms: 116220\n end_ms: 120730\n- text: Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right\n start_ms: 120730\n end_ms: 123420\n- text: Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\n start_ms: 123420\n end_ms: 127010\n- text: Friend or foe niggas never know (know) never know when you fin' to blow.\n start_ms: 127010\n end_ms: 130790\n- text: Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup\n start_ms: 130790\n end_ms: 133420\n- text: Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died & it hurt\n start_ms: 133420\n end_ms: 136130\n- text: But I handle my issue, I got several pistols\n start_ms: 136130\n end_ms: 140680\n- text: That won't whistle, missiles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue\n start_ms: 140680\n end_ms: 144250\n- text: Mississippi's my home 'til I'm die & I'm gone\n start_ms: 144250\n end_ms: 147820\n- text: I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\n start_ms: 147820\n end_ms: 151420\n- text: With no label b-backin' pride split into fractions\n start_ms: 151420\n end_ms: 155080\n- text: I hit the ocean on Peggy bustin' back at the crackin'\n start_ms: 155080\n end_ms: 158690\n- text: And y'all scared. (y'all scared)\n start_ms: 158690\n end_ms: 160400\n- text: You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n start_ms: 160400\n end_ms: 166830\n- text: Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n start_ms: 166830\n end_ms: 171360\n- text: Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n start_ms: 171360\n end_ms: 180360\n- text: What else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n start_ms: 180360\n end_ms: 187590\n- text: Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, 8Ball, MJG\n start_ms: 187590\n end_ms: 192020\n- text: Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D.\n start_ms: 192020\n end_ms: 195780\n- text: T.I.P. Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil' Weezy\n start_ms: 195780\n end_ms: 199380\n- text: Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\n start_ms: 199380\n end_ms: 202960\n- text: J. Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\n start_ms: 202960\n end_ms: 206530\n- text: Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\n start_ms: 206530\n end_ms: 210130\n- text: We all different but we all rep the same thing\n start_ms: 210130\n end_ms: 213740\n- text: God first, family then money in the South mayne.\n start_ms: 213740\n end_ms: 217370\n- text: They call me PIMP TYTE! MJG\n start_ms: 217370\n end_ms: 219150\n- text: The Dirty South is everything I want\n start_ms: 219150\n end_ms: 221990\n- text: Everything I need everything I'm longin' for\n start_ms: 221990\n end_ms: 222880\n- text: When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\n start_ms: 222880\n end_ms: 224630\n- text: Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmama gave to us\n start_ms: 224630\n end_ms: 228260\n- text: Racial profilin' police harassment regular days to us\n start_ms: 228260\n end_ms: 231800\n- text: You say door, we say do'; you say 4, we say fo'\n start_ms: 231800\n end_ms: 236370\n- text: You say whore, we say hoe; you want more, but we want mo'.\n start_ms: 236370\n end_ms: 239980\n- text: What else is there left for me to do?\n start_ms: 239980\n end_ms: 241710\n- text: This the dedication from me to you\n start_ms: 241710\n end_ms: 243570\n- text: The South, I know you gonna see, me through\n start_ms: 243570\n end_ms: 245300\n- text: So until I die I wanna be, wit you\n start_ms: 245300\n end_ms: 246250\n- text: You're Everything.\n start_ms: 246250\n end_ms: 249940\n- text: You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n start_ms: 249940\n end_ms: 253550\n- text: Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n start_ms: 253550\n end_ms: 254470\n- text: Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n start_ms: 254470\n end_ms: 268870\n- text: What else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n start_ms: 268870\n end_ms: 275240\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 275240\nplain: |-\n Man f'real I love bein' from this Dirty South mayne\n It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today\n The grinder, the baller; the gangsta I am today mayne\n Lot of people got opinions & issues & problems with\n What they see comin' from the South & who doin' what in the South mayne\n But I'm a tell you like this, fuck you dawg . This the South nigga\n We gon' be here, we been here & ain't goin' no muthafuckin' where\n Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\n It's that candy paint, 84's, belts & buckles, chrome & grill\n Leather seats, stitch & tuck, TV screens & wooden wheels\n Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang & bang\n Tops drop, blades chop, 5th wheel just hangin' mayne\n White T's, fitted hats, Jordan's or the Dicky's (Dicky's)\n That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n The 15's bam'n & the bass kick kickin'\n Cadillac door's slammin' on them po' po's tippin'\n We ain't trippin' just flippin' these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n 'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' mayne\n It's the South, ain't nothin' above it & that's why I love it mayne!\n For real.\n\n You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n What else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n\n Yeah, keepin' it Trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town\n 3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is.\n\n Pray at night when you sellin' white, got 1 ki' tryin' to sell it twice\n Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick\n Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\n R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\n Niggas fake, they hate candy paint & all the paper that your partner make\n Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right\n Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\n Friend or foe niggas never know (know) never know when you fin' to blow.\n\n Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup\n Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died & it hurt\n But I handle my issue, I got several pistols\n That won't whistle, missiles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue\n Mississippi's my home 'til I'm die & I'm gone\n I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\n With no label b-backin' pride split into fractions\n I hit the ocean on Peggy bustin' back at the crackin'\n And y'all scared. (y'all scared)\n\n You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n What else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n\n Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, 8Ball, MJG\n Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D.\n T.I.P. Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil' Weezy\n Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\n J. Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\n Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\n We all different but we all rep the same thing\n God first, family then money in the South mayne.\n\n They call me PIMP TYTE! MJG\n The Dirty South is everything I want\n Everything I need everything I'm longin' for\n When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\n Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmama gave to us\n Racial profilin' police harassment regular days to us\n You say door, we say do'; you say 4, we say fo'\n You say whore, we say hoe; you want more, but we want mo'.\n What else is there left for me to do?\n This the dedication from me to you\n The South, I know you gonna see, me through\n So until I die I wanna be, wit you\n You're Everything.\n\n You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n What else is there to do? 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(Oh yeah)\nDo what you want me to (I will do anything)\nGet on my knees for you (Oh baby)\nWhat else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\nPray at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' to sell it twice\nYellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick\nHoneycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\nR.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\nNiggas fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make\nShakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right\nHaterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\nFriend or foe niggas never know (Know) never know when you fin' to blow\nDude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup\nFingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt\nBut I handle my issue, I got several pistols\nThat won't whistle, missles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue\nMississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone\nI know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\nWith no label backin', pride split into fractions\nI hit the ocean on peggy bustin' back at the crackin' (Y'all scared)\nYou're everything I knew! 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(Oh yeah)\n Do what you want me to (I will do anything)\n Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)\n What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\n Pray at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' to sell it twice\n Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick\n Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\n R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\n Niggas fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make\n Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right\n Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\n Friend or foe niggas never know (Know) never know when you fin' to blow\n Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup\n Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt\n But I handle my issue, I got several pistols\n That won't whistle, missles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue\n Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone\n I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\n With no label backin', pride split into fractions\n I hit the ocean on peggy bustin' back at the crackin' (Y'all scared)\n You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah)\n Do what you want me to (I will do anything)\n Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)\n What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\n Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG\n Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D\n T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy\n Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Dupri\n J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\n Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\n We all different but we all rep the same thing\n God first, family then money in the South man\n They call me Peeimp Tyte, MJG\n The Dirty South, is everything I want, everything I need, everything I'm longin' for\n When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\n Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grand-momma gave to us\n Racial profilin', police harassment regular days to us\n You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo'\n You say whore, we say ho, you want more, but we want mo'\n What else is there left for me to do?\n This the dedication from me to you\n The South, I know you gonna see, me through\n So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu, you're everything\n You're everything I knew! 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This the South nigga\nWe gon' be here, we been here & ain't goin' no muthafuckin' where\nTake it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\nIt's that candy paint, 84's, belts & buckles, chrome & grill\nLeather seats, stitch & tuck, TV screens & wooden wheels\nSuede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang & bang\nTops drop, blades chop, 5th wheel just hangin' mayne\nWhite T's, fitted hats, Jordan's or the Dicky's (Dicky's)\nThat Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\nThe 15's bam'n & the bass kick kickin'\nCadillac door's slammin' on them po' po's tippin'\nWe ain't trippin' just flippin' these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\nI'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' mayne\nIt's the South, ain't nothin' above it & that's why I love it mayne!\nFor real.\n\nYou're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\nDo what you want me to. I will do anything.\nGet on my knees for you. 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(y'all scared)\n\nYou're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\nDo what you want me to. I will do anything.\nGet on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\nWhat else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n\nLet's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, 8Ball, MJG\nBig Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D.\nT.I.P. Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil' Weezy\nTrick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\nJ. Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\nSlim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\nWe all different but we all rep the same thing\nGod first, family then money in the South mayne.\n\nThey call me PIMP TYTE! 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Ohh yeah.\n[01:19.86] Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n[01:26.84] Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n[01:29.19] What else is there to do? 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(y'all scared)\n start_ms: 159120\n end_ms: 161960\n- text: You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n start_ms: 161960\n end_ms: 167120\n- text: Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n start_ms: 167120\n end_ms: 174860\n- text: Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n start_ms: 174860\n end_ms: 182200\n- text: What else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n start_ms: 182200\n end_ms: 188890\n- text: Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, 8Ball, MJG\n start_ms: 188890\n end_ms: 192650\n- text: Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D.\n start_ms: 192650\n end_ms: 196280\n- text: T.I.P. Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil' Weezy\n start_ms: 196280\n end_ms: 199990\n- text: Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\n start_ms: 199990\n end_ms: 203550\n- text: J. Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\n start_ms: 203550\n end_ms: 207240\n- text: Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\n start_ms: 207240\n end_ms: 211340\n- text: We all different but we all rep the same thing\n start_ms: 211340\n end_ms: 214640\n- text: God first, family then money in the South mayne.\n start_ms: 214640\n end_ms: 217840\n- text: They call me PIMP TYTE! MJG\n start_ms: 217840\n end_ms: 220180\n- text: The Dirty South is everything I want\n start_ms: 220180\n end_ms: 221840\n- text: Everything I need everything I'm longin' for\n start_ms: 221840\n end_ms: 223610\n- text: When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\n start_ms: 223610\n end_ms: 225670\n- text: Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmama gave to us\n start_ms: 225670\n end_ms: 229220\n- text: Racial profilin' police harassment regular days to us\n start_ms: 229220\n end_ms: 232720\n- text: You say door, we say do'; you say 4, we say fo'\n start_ms: 232720\n end_ms: 236440\n- text: You say whore, we say hoe; you want more, but we want mo'.\n start_ms: 236440\n end_ms: 240160\n- text: What else is there left for me to do?\n start_ms: 240160\n end_ms: 242270\n- text: This the dedication from me to you\n start_ms: 242270\n end_ms: 243790\n- text: The South, I know you gonna see, me through\n start_ms: 243790\n end_ms: 245580\n- text: So until I die I wanna be, wit you\n start_ms: 245580\n end_ms: 247120\n- text: You're Everything.\n start_ms: 247120\n end_ms: 248120\n- text: You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n start_ms: 248120\n end_ms: 254580\n- text: Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n start_ms: 254580\n end_ms: 261780\n- text: Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n start_ms: 261780\n end_ms: 267400\n- text: What else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n start_ms: 267400\n end_ms: 275300\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 275300\nplain: |-\n Man f'real I love bein' from this Dirty South mayne\n It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today\n The grinder, the baller; the gangsta I am today mayne\n Lot of people got opinions & issues & problems with\n What they see comin' from the South & who doin' what in the South mayne\n But I'm a tell you like this, fuck you dawg . This the South nigga\n We gon' be here, we been here & ain't goin' no muthafuckin' where\n Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\n It's that candy paint, 84's, belts & buckles, chrome & grill\n Leather seats, stitch & tuck, TV screens & wooden wheels\n Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang & bang\n Tops drop, blades chop, 5th wheel just hangin' mayne\n White T's, fitted hats, Jordan's or the Dicky's (Dicky's)\n That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n The 15's bam'n & the bass kick kickin'\n Cadillac door's slammin' on them po' po's tippin'\n We ain't trippin' just flippin' these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n 'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' mayne\n It's the South, ain't nothin' above it & that's why I love it mayne!\n For real.\n\n You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n What else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n\n Yeah, keepin' it Trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town\n 3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is.\n\n Pray at night when you sellin' white, got 1 ki' tryin' to sell it twice\n Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick\n Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\n R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\n Niggas fake, they hate candy paint & all the paper that your partner make\n Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right\n Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\n Friend or foe niggas never know (know) never know when you fin' to blow.\n\n Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup\n Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died & it hurt\n But I handle my issue, I got several pistols\n That won't whistle, missiles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue\n Mississippi's my home 'til I'm die & I'm gone\n I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\n With no label b-backin' pride split into fractions\n I hit the ocean on Peggy bustin' back at the crackin'\n And y'all scared. (y'all scared)\n\n You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n What else is there to do? I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry.\n\n Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, 8Ball, MJG\n Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D.\n T.I.P. Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil' Weezy\n Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\n J. Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\n Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\n We all different but we all rep the same thing\n God first, family then money in the South mayne.\n\n They call me PIMP TYTE! MJG\n The Dirty South is everything I want\n Everything I need everything I'm longin' for\n When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\n Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmama gave to us\n Racial profilin' police harassment regular days to us\n You say door, we say do'; you say 4, we say fo'\n You say whore, we say hoe; you want more, but we want mo'.\n What else is there left for me to do?\n This the dedication from me to you\n The South, I know you gonna see, me through\n So until I die I wanna be, wit you\n You're Everything.\n\n You're Everything I knew. Ohh yeah.\n Do what you want me to. I will do anything.\n Get on my knees for you. Ohh baby.\n What else is there to do? 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(Oh yeah)\n Do what you want me to (I will do anything)\n Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)\n What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\n Pray at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' to sell it twice\n Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick\n Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\n R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\n Niggas fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make\n Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right\n Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\n Friend or foe niggas never know (Know) never know when you fin' to blow\n Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup\n Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt\n But I handle my issue, I got several pistols\n That won't whistle, missles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue\n Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone\n I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\n With no label backin', pride split into fractions\n I hit the ocean on peggy bustin' back at the crackin' (Y'all scared)\n You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah)\n Do what you want me to (I will do anything)\n Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)\n What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\n Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG\n Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D\n T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy\n Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Dupri\n J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\n Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\n We all different but we all rep the same thing\n God first, family then money in the South man\n They call me Peeimp Tyte, MJG\n The Dirty South, is everything I want, everything I need, everything I'm longin' for\n When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\n Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grand-momma gave to us\n Racial profilin', police harassment regular days to us\n You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo'\n You say whore, we say ho, you want more, but we want mo'\n What else is there left for me to do?\n This the dedication from me to you\n The South, I know you gonna see, me through\n So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu, you're everything\n You're everything I knew! 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(Oh yeah)\n Do what you want me to (I will do anything)\n Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)\n What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\n Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG\n Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D\n T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy\n Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Dupri\n J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\n Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\n We all different but we all rep the same thing\n God first, family then money in the South man\n They call me Peeimp Tyte, MJG\n The Dirty South, is everything I want, everything I need, everything I'm longin' for\n When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\n Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grand-momma gave to us\n Racial profilin', police harassment regular days to us\n You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo'\n You say whore, we say ho, you want more, but we want mo'\n What else is there left for me to do?\n This the dedication from me to you\n The South, I know you gonna see, me through\n So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu, you're everything\n You're everything I knew! 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This the South nigga\nWe gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where\nTake it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\nIt's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\nLeather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\nSuede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang\nTops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne\nWhite T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)\nThat Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\nThe fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin\nCadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin\nWe ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\nCause they could never beat us best us or be us\nI'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne\nIt's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!\nF'real\n\nYou're everything I knew! 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This the South nigga\n[00:23.48] We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where\n[00:26.77] Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n[00:28.82] It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\n[00:32.93] Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\n[00:36.82] Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang\n[00:40.41] Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne\n[00:44.19] White T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)\n[00:47.41] That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n[00:51.43] The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin\n[00:54.57] Cadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin\n[00:57.85] We ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n[01:03.62] Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n[01:05.73] I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne\n[01:08.89] It's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!\n[01:13.30] F'real\n[01:13.90] You're everything I knew! 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This the South nigga\nWe gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where\nTake it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\nIt's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\nLeather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\nSuede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang\nTops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne\nWhite T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)\nThat Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\nThe fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin\nCadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin\nWe ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\nCause they could never beat us best us or be us\nI'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne\nIt's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!\nF'real\n\nYou're everything I knew! (Ohh yeah)\nDo what you want me to (I will doooooooo anything)\nGet on my knees for you (ohhhhhhhhhh bab-bayyy)\nWhat else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\n\nYeah, keepin it trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town\n3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is\n\nPray at night when you sellin white, got one ki' tryin to sell it twice\nYellow stones all in my shit, yellowbones all on my dick\nHoneycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\nR.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\nNiggaz fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make\nShakin dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin right\nHaterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\nFriend or foe niggaz never know (know) never know when you fin' to blow\n\nDude scrapin the curb, dippin sippin some syrup\nFingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt\nBut I handle my issue, I got several pistols\nthat won't whistle, missles knockin gristle from fatty tissue\nMississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone\nI know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\nWith no label b-backin, pride split into fractions\nI hit the ocean on peggy bustin back at the crackin\nAnd y'all scared (y'all scared)\n\nLets talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG\nBig Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D\nT.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy\nTrick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\nJ Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\nSlim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\nWe all different but we all rep the same thang\nGod first, family then money in the South mayne\n\nThey call me PEEIMP TYTE! 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This the South nigga\n[00:23.48] We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where\n[00:26.77] Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n[00:28.82] It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\n[00:32.93] Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\n[00:36.82] Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang\n[00:40.41] Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne\n[00:44.19] White T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)\n[00:47.41] That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n[00:51.43] The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin\n[00:54.57] Cadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin\n[00:57.85] We ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n[01:03.62] Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n[01:05.73] I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne\n[01:08.89] It's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!\n[01:13.30] F'real\n[01:13.90] You're everything I knew! 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This the South nigga\n We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where\n Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\n It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\n Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\n Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang\n Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne\n White T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)\n That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin\n Cadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin\n We ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne\n It's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!\n F'real\n\n You're everything I knew! 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This the South nigga\nWe gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where\nTake it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\nIt's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\nLeather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\nSuede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang\nTops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne\nWhite T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)\nThat Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\nThe fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin\nCadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin\nWe ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\nCause they could never beat us best us or be us\nI'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne\nIt's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!\nF'real\n\nYou're everything I knew! 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This the South nigga\n We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where\n Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\n It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\n Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\n Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang\n Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne\n White T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)\n That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin\n Cadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin\n We ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne\n It's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!\n F'real\n\n You're everything I knew! 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This the South nigga\n We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where\n Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\n It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\n Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\n Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang\n Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne\n White T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)\n That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin\n Cadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin\n We ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne\n It's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!\n F'real\n\n You're everything I knew! 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This the South nigga\nWe gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where\nTake it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\nIt's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\nLeather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\nSuede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang\nTops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne\nWhite T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)\nThat Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\nThe fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin\nCadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin\nWe ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\nCause they could never beat us best us or be us\nI'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne\nIt's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!\nF'real\n\nYou're everything I knew! 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MJG\n[03:40.68] The Dirty South, is everything I want\n[03:42.53] Everything I need, everything I'm longin for\n[03:44.23] when I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\n[03:46.08] Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmomma gave to us\n[03:49.56] Racial profilin, police harassment regular days to us\n[03:53.12] You say door, we say do'; you say four, we say fo'\n[03:57.07] You say whore, we say hoe; you want more, but we want mo'\n[03:58.92] What else is there left for me to do?\n[04:02.56] This the dedication from me to you\n[04:04.30] The South, I know you gonna see, me through\n[04:06.27] So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu\n[04:07.83] You're everything\n[04:09.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: You're Everything (featuring Rick Ross, David Banner, 8-Ball & MJG)\n artist: Bun B\n album: II Trill\n duration_ms: 276558\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Bun B]\n start_ms: 2150\n end_ms: 4440\n- text: Man f'real I love bein from the Dirty South mayne\n start_ms: 4440\n end_ms: 6580\n- text: It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today\n start_ms: 6580\n end_ms: 10030\n- text: The grinder, the baller; the gangster I am today mayne\n start_ms: 10030\n end_ms: 13420\n- text: Lot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems with\n start_ms: 13420\n end_ms: 16940\n- text: what they see comin from the South and who doin what in the South mayne\n start_ms: 16940\n end_ms: 19900\n- text: But I'ma tell you like this - FUCK YOU DAWG! 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(Ohh yeah)\n start_ms: 73900\n end_ms: 80330\n- text: Do what you want me to (I will doooooooo anything)\n start_ms: 80330\n end_ms: 87860\n- text: Get on my knees for you (ohhhhhhhhhh bab-bayyy)\n start_ms: 87860\n end_ms: 94960\n- text: What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\n start_ms: 94960\n end_ms: 97390\n- text: Yeah, keepin it trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town\n start_ms: 97390\n end_ms: 98020\n- text: 3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is\n start_ms: 98020\n end_ms: 102480\n- text: Pray at night when you sellin white, got one ki' tryin to sell it twice\n start_ms: 102480\n end_ms: 105880\n- text: Yellow stones all in my shit, yellowbones all on my dick\n start_ms: 105880\n end_ms: 109360\n- text: Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\n start_ms: 109360\n end_ms: 113130\n- text: R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\n start_ms: 113130\n end_ms: 116830\n- text: Niggaz fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make\n start_ms: 116830\n end_ms: 120340\n- text: Shakin dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin right\n start_ms: 120340\n end_ms: 124170\n- text: Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\n start_ms: 124170\n end_ms: 127650\n- text: Friend or foe niggaz never know (know) never know when you fin' to blow\n start_ms: 127650\n end_ms: 130790\n- text: Dude scrapin the curb, dippin sippin some syrup\n start_ms: 130790\n end_ms: 134480\n- text: Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt\n start_ms: 134480\n end_ms: 137930\n- text: But I handle my issue, I got several pistols\n start_ms: 137930\n end_ms: 141560\n- text: that won't whistle, missles knockin gristle from fatty tissue\n start_ms: 141560\n end_ms: 145400\n- text: Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone\n start_ms: 145400\n end_ms: 148770\n- text: I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\n start_ms: 148770\n end_ms: 152580\n- text: With no label b-backin, pride split into fractions\n start_ms: 152580\n end_ms: 156010\n- text: I hit the ocean on peggy bustin back at the crackin\n start_ms: 156010\n end_ms: 159670\n- text: And y'all scared (y'all scared)\n start_ms: 159670\n end_ms: 161500\n- text: Lets talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG\n start_ms: 161500\n end_ms: 193350\n- text: Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D\n start_ms: 193350\n end_ms: 196740\n- text: T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy\n start_ms: 196740\n end_ms: 200650\n- text: Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\n start_ms: 200650\n end_ms: 204070\n- text: J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\n start_ms: 204070\n end_ms: 207570\n- text: Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\n start_ms: 207570\n end_ms: 210040\n- text: We all different but we all rep the same thang\n start_ms: 210040\n end_ms: 215270\n- text: God first, family then money in the South mayne\n start_ms: 215270\n end_ms: 218570\n- text: They call me PEEIMP TYTE! MJG\n start_ms: 218570\n end_ms: 220680\n- text: The Dirty South, is everything I want\n start_ms: 220680\n end_ms: 222530\n- text: Everything I need, everything I'm longin for\n start_ms: 222530\n end_ms: 224230\n- text: when I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\n start_ms: 224230\n end_ms: 226080\n- text: Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmomma gave to us\n start_ms: 226080\n end_ms: 229560\n- text: Racial profilin, police harassment regular days to us\n start_ms: 229560\n end_ms: 233120\n- text: You say door, we say do'; you say four, we say fo'\n start_ms: 233120\n end_ms: 237070\n- text: You say whore, we say hoe; you want more, but we want mo'\n start_ms: 237070\n end_ms: 238920\n- text: What else is there left for me to do?\n start_ms: 238920\n end_ms: 242560\n- text: This the dedication from me to you\n start_ms: 242560\n end_ms: 244300\n- text: The South, I know you gonna see, me through\n start_ms: 244300\n end_ms: 246270\n- text: So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu\n start_ms: 246270\n end_ms: 247830\n- text: You're everything\n start_ms: 247830\n end_ms: 249260\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 249260\nplain: |-\n Bun B]\n Man f'real I love bein from the Dirty South mayne\n It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today\n The grinder, the baller; the gangster I am today mayne\n Lot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems with\n what they see comin from the South and who doin what in the South mayne\n But I'ma tell you like this - FUCK YOU DAWG! This the South nigga\n We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin no motherfuckin where\n Take it how you like it, hate it or love it hoe!\n\n It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill\n Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels\n Suede roof, neon lights, whole tire swang and bang\n Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin mayne\n White T's, fitted hats, Jordans or the dickies (dickies)\n That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (sticky)\n The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin\n Cadillac do's slammin on them po'-po's tippin\n We ain't trippin just flippin these haters dip when they see us (dip when they see us)\n Cause they could never beat us best us or be us\n I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin mayne\n It's the South, ain't nothin above it and that's why I love it mayne!\n F'real\n\n You're everything I knew! (Ohh yeah)\n Do what you want me to (I will doooooooo anything)\n Get on my knees for you (ohhhhhhhhhh bab-bayyy)\n What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)\n\n Yeah, keepin it trilla baby; Texas, P.A. to H-Town\n 3-oh-5 to Mi-Yayo... you know what it is\n\n Pray at night when you sellin white, got one ki' tryin to sell it twice\n Yellow stones all in my shit, yellowbones all on my dick\n Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids\n R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that\n Niggaz fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make\n Shakin dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin right\n Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made\n Friend or foe niggaz never know (know) never know when you fin' to blow\n\n Dude scrapin the curb, dippin sippin some syrup\n Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt\n But I handle my issue, I got several pistols\n that won't whistle, missles knockin gristle from fatty tissue\n Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone\n I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone\n With no label b-backin, pride split into fractions\n I hit the ocean on peggy bustin back at the crackin\n And y'all scared (y'all scared)\n\n Lets talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG\n Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D\n T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy\n Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Depri\n J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul\n Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall\n We all different but we all rep the same thang\n God first, family then money in the South mayne\n\n They call me PEEIMP TYTE! MJG\n The Dirty South, is everything I want\n Everything I need, everything I'm longin for\n when I'm outta town gotta get home, just for\n Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grandmomma gave to us\n Racial profilin, police harassment regular days to us\n You say door, we say do'; you say four, we say fo'\n You say whore, we say hoe; you want more, but we want mo'\n What else is there left for me to do?\n This the dedication from me to you\n The South, I know you gonna see, me through\n So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu\n You're everything\n"}]