South
Outkast feat. Goodie Mob Lyrics


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One to da two da three da four
Dem dirty Red Dogs done hit the door
And they got everybody on they hands and knees
And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys

Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight
Told me to keep two, bring him back eight
And I only brought him five and stuck his ass for three
Do you think that Clampett will sick his goons on me?
See Martail Homes, that's my claim to fame
That's where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game
Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight
That's when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white

Right, well if pimpin' be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver
That nigga B-I-G will make y'all niggas believers
Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as fuck
Callin' them hoes bitches, and smokin' my weed up
When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal
Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals
Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin' nuts in they mouths
Kickin' that same southern slang
Lookin' for love off in yo' jaw hoe!

See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb

What you niggas know about the Dirty South

See never did I thank when I got grown
That some pee wee sacks had been done took dis town
See life's a bitch then you figure out
Why you really got dropped in the Dirty South
See in the 3rd grade this is what you told
You was bought, you was sold
Now they sayin' Juice left some heads cracked
I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money back
See East Point Atlanta threw this road block
Talking 'bout all this blow traffic got to stop
So the big time players off John Freeman Way
Had to find themselves another back street to take
Cause back in the day we was outta control
We didn't understand, "Naw nigga, that money ain't' yours"
That's when me and Big State took an oath and sweared
Never would we talk, never would we tell
So when they pulled up bumpin' "Rock The Bells"
We took what we want and left them quiet as hell

What you niggas know about the Dirty South

Now that Cobras got the boys on Delowe on they back
Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said they didn't get the trap
Behind the black, behind green, behind the red tint
Dealers breaking off that blow up for those woodchips
A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot
Scatta Mack droppin' G's while that Cristal pop
Been on the grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B.
Eric Neat is the coolest from my century
Mack town keeps growing, old school like Charles
Stankin' like them Lincolns in Piedmont Park
Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes
Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit just don't sleep in tha Dirty South

One to the two the three the four
Dem dirty Red Dogs done hit the door
And they got everybody on they hands and knees
And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys

See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb





What you niggas know about the Dirty South

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Outkast feat. Goodie Mob's song South describe the struggles and dangers of drug dealing and crime in the southern United States. The first verse talks about the police raiding the singer's location to find stolen car keys. The second verse describes a drug deal scenario where the singer may have stolen some of the product he was told to sell for someone else. The chorus repeats the theme that drugs have different effects on people, and living in the South means having to deal with violence and corruption.


The third verse recounts the singer's experiences growing up in the South where he was taught about slavery and racism in school, and observing the drug trade ruining lives. There is a reference to the arrest of rapper Juice, who was known for his ties to organized crime. The fourth verse acknowledges the involvement of corrupt law enforcement in the drug trade and how poverty and desperation drive people to crime. The song ends with a repetition of the chorus.


Overall, the song is a poignant commentary on the brutal reality of life in the South and how economic inequality, corruption, and a lack of opportunities contribute to a cycle of violence and crime.


Line by Line Meaning

One to da two da three da four
The Red Dogs have arrived and are about to conduct a search.


Dem dirty Red Dogs done hit the door
The Red Dogs have arrived and are about to conduct a search.


And they got everybody on they hands and knees
The Red Dogs are conducting a physical search of the people present.


And they ain't gonna leave until they find them keys
The Red Dogs are searching for keys as part of their investigation.


Now if dirty Bill Clinton fronted me some weight
Hypothetically speaking, if Bill Clinton gave me some drugs to sell,


Told me to keep two, bring him back eight
And instructed me to keep two portions and return eight portions to him,


And I only brought him five and stuck his ass for three
But I only brought back five portions and kept three for myself,


Do you think that Clampett will sick his goons on me?
Would Jedd Clampett send his enforcers to punish me for shorting Bill Clinton?


See Martail Homes, that's my claim to fame
Martail Homes is where I became skilled in the drug game.


That's where I learned my slickest trick in the dope-d-game
It's where I learned my most effective technique for selling drugs.


Like my favorite, I call it lemon head delight
My personal favorite technique involves selling cocaine with the yellow stripped off.


That's when you lick off all the yellow and you sell the white
After removing the yellow coating, the white cocaine can be sold for a higher price.


Right, well if pimpin' be a sport I be bein' the wide receiver
If being a pimp was a competitive sport, I would be a highly skilled receiver.


That nigga B-I-G will make y'all niggas believers
The rapper B-I-G will convince you of the truth of what I'm saying.


Sippin' on Cuervo Gold off in the club drunk as fuck
I'm drinking heavily in a club, likely consuming tequila.


Callin' them hoes bitches, and smokin' my weed up
I'm using derogatory language to refer to women and smoking marijuana.


When I'm too sober, year older, now I'm almost legal
As I approach the legal drinking age, I find I need to drink more to achieve the same level of intoxication.


Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs, Impalas and Regals
I aspire to live a luxurious life, symbolized by owning expensive cars.


Fuckin' around wit hoes, bustin' nuts in they mouths
I engage in casual sexual encounters with women and ejaculate in their mouths.


Kickin' that same southern slang
I speak in the unique and recognizable slang of the American South.


Lookin' for love off in yo' jaw hoe!
I'm using vulgar language to suggest I'm looking for sexual gratification.


See powder gets you hyper, reefa makes you calm
Different types of drugs have contrasting effects on the body and mind.


Cigarettes give you cancer, woo woo's make you numb
Both cigarettes and woo woos, a type of drug or alcohol, have harmful effects on the body.


See never did I thank when I got grown
When I became an adult, I didn't realize the extent of the problems in my community.


That some pee wee sacks had been done took dis town
Small-time drug dealers had taken control of the town's drug market.


See life's a bitch then you figure out
Life can be harsh and difficult to navigate.


Why you really got dropped in the Dirty South
It's easy to fall into the trappings of life in the impoverished and crime-ridden 'Dirty South.'


See in the 3rd grade this is what you told
Even in my youth, I was taught to accept certain realities of living in the 'Dirty South.'


You was bought, you was sold
I was indoctrinated to believe that my life was predetermined by social status and economic factors.


Now they sayin' Juice left some heads cracked
Juice, possibly a gang leader or drug dealer, caused violence in the community.


I betcha Jedd Clampett want his money back
Jedd Clampett, another hypothetical figure, wants to recover money he invested in the drug market.


See East Point Atlanta threw this road block
The city of East Point in Atlanta erected a barricade to curb drug trafficking on a particular street.


Talking 'bout all this blow traffic got to stop
Authorities are trying to halt the flow of cocaine through the area.


So the big time players off John Freeman Way
Leading drug dealers who operated on John Freeman Way were forced to relocate.


Had to find themselves another back street to take
These drug dealers had to locate a new area to sell their goods.


Cause back in the day we was outta control
In the past, the drug trade in the 'Dirty South' was not subject to regulation or law enforcement.


We didn't understand, "Naw nigga, that money ain't' yours"
We didn't comprehend the principle of legality or private property rights when it came to the drug trade.


That's when me and Big State took an oath and sweared
To protect ourselves and our business interests, a friend and I took a vow of secrecy.


Never would we talk, never would we tell
We promised not to divulge information about our criminal enterprise.


So when they pulled up bumpin' "Rock The Bells"
When law enforcement personnel arrived listening to 'Rock The Bells' by LL Cool J,


We took what we want and left them quiet as hell
We quickly and effectively evaded capture, leaving the authorities confused and ineffective.


Now that Cobras got the boys on Delowe on they back
The police have targeted drug dealers on Delowe Drive.


Gipp holler at Miss Ann she said they didn't get the trap
Gipp, possibly a drug dealer, sought information from Miss Ann on the status of the police investigation.


Behind the black, behind green, behind the red tint
Drugs are hidden behind various colors of car windows.


Dealers breaking off that blow up for those woodchips
Drug dealers are breaking up and packaging cocaine.


A lot of faces ain't around, a lot of folks got shot
Many people have either died or disappeared from the community.


Scatta Mack droppin' G's while that Cristal pop
Scatta Mack is dropping his 'gangster' slang while he drinks expensive champagne.


Been on the grind with Cool Breeze, droppin' pounds with B.
I've been working hard with Cool Breeze and B, possibly other drug dealers, to sell drugs.


Eric Neat is the coolest from my century
Eric Neat is a charismatic and well-respected figure in my generation and community.


Mack town keeps growing, old school like Charles
The drug trade remains prevalent and expanding in 'Mack Town,' and is accompanied by an appreciation for old school music, perhaps referring to Ray Charles.


Stankin' like them Lincolns in Piedmont Park
Drug dealers and their cars emit an unpleasant odor in Piedmont Park, a popular location in Atlanta.


Perry Homes to Herndon Homes, to all tha Homes
Various low-income housing projects in the area.


Adamsville to Pool Creek, shit just don't sleep in tha Dirty South
The drug trade and related crime is an ever-present and pervasive problem in the 'Dirty South.'


What you niggas know about the Dirty South
The artist challenges the listener to demonstrate their understanding and experience of the 'Dirty South.'




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Written by: ANTWAN ANDRE PATTON, CAMERON F. GIPP, FREDERICK BELL, PATRICK L. BROWN, RAYMON AMEER MURRAY, RICO RENARD WADE

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socc69

This entire song flew over alot of people's heads.

Adam Moss

I laughed when they edited out "reefer" but not "powder"!

You're A Crackhead

@Adam Moss They probably thought it was baby powder I guess

Eric Walker

Calling them crows snitches and rollin my leaves up 😂

Arian♈Qu33n

Not those of us who actually lived in these times in the south and lived it!! These type songs was letting everyone else who wasn't from the south know how we get down!! 💯💯💯💯💯💪🏾

King Of Founders Village (KOFV)

@Eric Walker 🤣🤣😭😭😭

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Royal Cam9

Legends! The beat is timeless & the lyrics are incredible 🔥❗️

J.R. Bishop

Outkast and Goodie MOB were prophetic. Far ahead of their time.

Mayonna😇

It ain’t all about being ahead in life it’s about living in moments why plan your hole life out ahead of yourself when you was giving your life since you never created yourself by yourself it’s a gift from god

J.R. Bishop

@Mayonna😇 wtf you talking about 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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