What You Boys Know Lyrics

What You Boys Know lyrics

[H.A.W.K.]



Dirty Southside, got your mouth wide open



Cross eyed all tongue tied, like you on formaldehyde



If you not qualified, I'll hit from the blind side



Lives getting crucified, we cried when Aaliyah died



It's just Southern pride, inside and outside



Never ever satisfied, until we heard worldwide



Some people done lied, told you that we countrified



Got you all buck eyed, and looking at our clean ride



If you not preoccupied, grab a seat court side



Watch the show all high, we got chicken Southern fried



Let me be your tour guide, up the South and Northside



And put the plex aside, we got the game hogg tied



Hard-core and bonefied, our ice and piece dried



Roaches get pesticide, we won't be denied



Playa I reside, on the Southside



Is where you see the drop top Bentley outside







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What you boys know, about the Dirty South



Where we stay iced up, and pull Bentleys out



What you boys know about that Lone Star state



Where the homies slowing it, ?and the rest concade?



What you boys know, about them Texas boys



We the ones Down South, making all the noise



What you boys know, about that S.U.C.



This for Screw and Mafio, and P-A-T







[H.A.W.K.]



On tracks and eight dats, I break backs and spit facts



Squash all chit-chat, and bullshit I ain't with that



I keep thangs intact, cause my goal is that



The studio's my habitat, your flow is whack can't get in that



I two-way my contact, tall stacks with Cold Jack



Like you cats can't get it back, and my ? so you rugrats



I'm doing this for Fat Pat, and for him I bring that



At first I use to slang crack, now it's two ties and slacks



All dogs and stray cats, pimps, playas and macks



Niggas down like fo' flats, with bald fades and flats



We want it all like ball brass, down here we tote gats



Our body's covered with tats, we only smoke ball bats



That's how we do it, get the stash we screw it



We arch you to it, like Nike just do it



You had a chance you blew it, so now it's my turn



If you not from round here, you boys will learn that







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[H.A.W.K.]



Southern hard hitter go-getter, never been a quitter



Hardest pit in the litter, got these haters bitter



See the way my chain glitter, this is for my real niggas



Who stack the figgas, and will pull the triggas



I'm buttoned up like silver, my name is getting bigger



I'm not your average nigga, and I'm raw like Digga



Southern flow spitter, don't mess with quitters



Or no wig splitter, and I'm giving cats the chills



What boys know, bout eggs and grits



Smashing hits, and girls I hit it with big tits



What you boys know, bout starchy jeans



And serving fiends, and moving bricks for nineteen



What you boys know, bout brand new whips



Unloading the clips, and country boys bout they chips



What you boys know, bout moving snow



I'm not just glow, in the Dirty South cats get thoed







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