The group was part of the "Brooklyn sound" of the early 1970s, formed from three players of the group King Davis House Rockers. The House Rockers were a local dance band who had released a couple of obscure singles (1967's "We All Make Mistakes Sometimes" on Verve Records, 1972's "Rum Punch") The three players (guitarist Richard Thompson, tenor sax player Bill Risbrook, and alto sax player Carlos Ward) formed Madison Street Express along with bassist Louis Risbrook (later Muslim-monickered Jamal Rasool), percussionist Dennis Rowe, drummer Terrell Wood, and vocalist Barbara Wood. They along with producer Jeff Lane signed with production company Roadshow Records to record writer Billy Nichols "Do It ('Til You're Satisfied)." The record was shopped around to major labels until it was accepted at Scepter Records. Scepter suggested the group change its name from Madison Street Express, hence the Brooklyn Transit Express. The single was released in August 1974, and reached the top 10. Lane took the group back into the studios at that point to record a second single and pitch a full album to the label. Scepter agreed to the LP and to Roadshow Records having its own label within Scepter Records.
The first two singles were hits, both number 1 R&B releases and both Top 5 pop singles in the US. The album hit number 1 on the R&B album chart and number 5 on the Pop album chart of the US. These recordings were also hits in the spreading disco culture, "Do It" peaking on club playlists before Billboard started a separate disco chart, but the follow-up single sat for five weeks at number 1. They were certified gold releases.
BT Express released an album per year through 1978. With the third album, Leslie Ming was brought in as drummer and keyboardist Michael Jones was added as keyboardist. Jamal, who had converted to the Muslim faith, gave Jones the name Kashif Saleem, which he used after departing the group, in 1979, to pursue producing ("Mighty M Productions" with Morrie Brown and Paul Laurence Jones) and solo recording ventures. That year songwriter Billy Nichols and drummer Leslie Ming also departed the group. In 1976 Scepter records was experiencing business difficulties that soon ended the company, and BT Express was given a distribution deal with Columbia Records, which, though it gave them greater exposure, resulted in less attention being paid to their production, since they had so many acts to concentrate on. The group did not achieve the level of radio or sales success on Columbia that they had on the more nurturing but by-then defunct Scepter. They stayed with Columbia for five years, with Lane producing through 1978, then Nichols producing their fifth album before he departed for solo work, and Morrie Brown producing the sixth LP and several follow-up tracks. The group switched labels to Coast To Coast Records for the 1982 LP, to Earthtone Records for a later 1982 single, and to manager King Davis' own label in 1985.
Everything Good To You
B.T. Express Lyrics
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It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today
The grinder, the baller, the gangster I am today man
Lot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems with
What they see comin from the South and who doin what in the South man
But I'mma tell you like this
Fuck you dawg, this the South nigga
We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin' no-motherfuckin'-where
It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill
Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels
Suede roof, neon lights, Vogue tire swang and bang
Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin' man
White T's, fitted hats, Jordans under dickies (Dickies)
That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (Sticky)
The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin'
Cadillac do's slammin' on them po'-po's tippin'
We ain't trippin' just flippin these haters dip when they see us (When they see us)
'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us
I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' man
It's the South, ain't nothin' above it and that's why I love it man, f'real
You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah)
Do what you want me to (I will do anything)
Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)
What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)
Pray at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' to sell it twice
Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick
Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids
R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that
Niggas fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make
Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right
Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made
Friend or foe niggas never know (Know) never know when you fin' to blow
Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup
Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt
But I handle my issue, I got several pistols
That won't whistle, missles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue
Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone
I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone
With no label backin', pride split into fractions
I hit the ocean on peggy bustin' back at the crackin' (Y'all scared)
You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah)
Do what you want me to (I will do anything)
Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)
What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)
Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG
Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D
T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy
Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Dupri
J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul
Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall
We all different but we all rep the same thing
God first, family then money in the South man
They call me Peeimp Tyte, MJG
The Dirty South, is everything I want, everything I need, everything I'm longin' for
When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for
Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grand-momma gave to us
Racial profilin', police harassment regular days to us
You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo'
You say whore, we say ho, you want more, but we want mo'
What else is there left for me to do?
This the dedication from me to you
The South, I know you gonna see, me through
So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu, you're everything
You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah)
Do what you want me to (I will do anything)
Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)
What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)
It is important to note that the lyrics provided are not from the original song "Everything Good To You" by B.T. Express but rather from a song by Pimp C called "Pourin' Up".
In "Pourin' Up", Pimp C is proclaiming his pride and love for the Dirty South, where he was born and raised, and the culture that defines it. Throughout the song, Pimp C boasts about the lavish lifestyle that he enjoys in the South, including expensive cars with custom features, flashy jewelry, and luxurious homes. He also references the drug trade, which is an unfortunate reality of many southern communities.
Despite the criticisms and negative stereotypes often associated with the South, Pimp C and many others see it as a place of pride and opportunity. The rapid-fire lyrics and heavy bass beats of "Pourin' Up" create an empowered and energizing vibe that reinforces this idea.
Line by Line Meaning
Man f'real I love bein' from the Dirty South man
Being from the Dirty South has shaped me into the hustler, grinder, baller, and gangster that I am today, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Lot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems with
Many people have negative opinions, issues, and problems with what they see coming from the South and who is doing what here.
What they see comin from the South and who doin what in the South man
People often have negative opinions about what they see coming from the South and who is accomplishing great things here.
But I'mma tell you like this
But I want to make one thing clear.
Fuck you dawg, this the South nigga
I don't care what you think, this is the South and I'm proud of it.
We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin' no-motherfuckin'-where
We've been here for a long time and we're not going anywhere anytime soon.
Take it how you like it, hate it or love it ho!
You can either accept it or hate it, but either way, we're still going to keep doing our thing.
It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill
This is the kind of flashy style that we love in the South, with candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome, and grills.
Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels
We love luxury too, with leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens, and wooden wheels.
Suede roof, neon lights, Vogue tire swang and bang
We also like to add some extra flair to our cars with features like a suede roof, neon lights, and Vogue tires that swang and bang.
Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin' man
Our cars have tops that drop, blades that chop, and fifth wheels that just hang out.
White T's, fitted hats, Jordans under dickies (Dickies)
Our style isn't just about cars, but we love to rock white T's, fitted hats, and Jordans under our Dickies.
That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (Sticky)
We also enjoy smoking Swisher sweets and cigarillos filled with sticky weed.
The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin'
We like our music to be loud with fifteens that are bam'n and bass that kicks.
Cadillac do's slammin' on them po'-po's tippin'
We like to make an entrance with our Cadillac's when we're tippin', even if it means slamming our doors on the police.
We ain't trippin' just flippin these haters dip when they see us (When they see us)
We don't worry about haters, we just flip them off when they see us passing by.
'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us
They can never defeat us or be as good as we are.
I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' man
I'm a genius and a true gangster, and you should respect me for who I am.
It's the South, ain't nothin' above it and that's why I love it man, f'real
For me, there is nothing above the South, and that's why I really love it here.
You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah)
You are everything that I have known and loved.
Do what you want me to (I will do anything)
I will do anything that you want me to do.
Get on my knees for you (Oh baby)
I am willing to do whatever it takes to please you, even if it means getting on my knees.
What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)
I don't know what else to do, but I will cry if that's what it takes to show my love.
Pray at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' to sell it twice
I pray at night when I'm selling drugs and trying to make the most out of each kilogram.
Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick
I have a lot of yellow diamonds and yellow-skinned women all around me.
Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids
I have a lot of money and a fancy house that I call my honeycomb, and it's all for my kids.
R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that
I want to pay respect to my Uncle Chad who passed away, and you can't match the level of talent in UGK.
Niggas fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make
There are many fake people who hate on candy paint and the amount of money that their partners make.
Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right
I am taking risks with my life by playing high-stakes dice games, and even the taste of champagne isn't good enough to satisfy me.
Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made
Haters are everywhere and they fuel me like Gatorade, but even they can't deny how great my alligator skin seats look.
Friend or foe niggas never know (Know) never know when you fin' to blow
You can't trust anyone, even your friends, because you never know when someone might turn against you.
Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup
I see a guy scraping the curb in his car, and he's dipping and sipping on some syrup.
Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt
My fingers are blistered from twisting Swisher cigars, and Pimp's death hit me hard emotionally.
But I handle my issue, I got several pistols
Even though I face problems, I am prepared with multiple guns to protect myself.
That won't whistle, missles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue
My guns won't make a sound when I use them, and the bullets tear through flesh and fat with ease.
Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone
Mississippi is my home and I'll never leave until the day I die.
I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone
I know that I carry the weight of Mississippi on my shoulders and I hold it up all by myself.
With no label backin', pride split into fractions
Without the support of a record label, my pride and the pride of my community has been split into many smaller groups.
I hit the ocean on peggy bustin' back at the crackin' (Y'all scared)
I won't hesitate to use my gun if someone else tries to use theirs on me.
Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG
Let's talk about some of the greats from the South like Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, and MJG.
Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D
We also have legendary artists like Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, and Willie D.
T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy
We have newer talent like T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, and Lil Weezy.
Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Dupri
We also have great talent like Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, and Jermaine Dupri.
We all different but we all rep the same thing
We are all different in many ways, but we all represent the same thing: the South.
God first, family then money in the South man
We value God, family, and money in that order, and that's what's important in the South.
They call me Peeimp Tyte, MJG
My name is Peeimp Tyte, and I work with MJG.
The Dirty South, is everything I want, everything I need, everything I'm longin' for
The Dirty South is everything that I want, everything that I need, and everything that I long for.
When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for
When I'm away from home, I can't wait to get back to the South.
Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grand-momma gave to us
I have been raised to love everything about the South, and my grandmother has passed down her wisdom and love for this place to me.
Racial profilin', police harassment regular days to us
Unfortunately, we are used to being racially profiled and harassed by the police on a regular basis.
You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo'
There are many differences in the way that we speak in the South compared to other regions of the country.
You say whore, we say ho, you want more, but we want mo'
We have our own unique vocabulary that outsiders may not understand, such as the use of ho instead of whore, and the desire for mo' instead of just more.
What else is there left for me to do?
I've done everything I can, what else is there that I'm supposed to do?
This the dedication from me to you
This is my dedication to all of the people in the South.
The South, I know you gonna see, me through
I know that the South will always be there for me no matter what.
So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu, you're everything
Until the day that I die, I want to be with the South, because it is everything to me.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Bernard Freeman, Lavell Crump, Marlon Goodwin, Premro Smith, W. Roberts
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