What You Boys Know

[H.A.W.K.]<br>Dirty Southside, got your mouth wide open<br>Cross eyed all tongue tied, like you on formaldehyde<br>If you not qualified, I`ll hit from the blind side<br>Lives getting crucified, we cried when Aaliyah died<br>It`s just Southern pride, inside and outside<br>Never ever satisfied, until we heard worldwide<br>Some people done lied, told you that we countrified<br>Got you all buck eyed, and looking at our clean ride<br>If you not preoccupied, grab a seat court side<br>Watch the show all high, we got chicken Southern fried<br>Let me be your tour guide, up the South and Northside<br>And put the plex aside, we got the game hogg tied<br>Hard-core and bonefied, our ice and piece dried<br>Roaches get pesticide, we won`t be denied<br>Playa I reside, on the Southside<br>Is where you see the drop top Bentley outside<br><br>[Hook]<br>What you boys know, about the Dirty South<br>Where we stay iced up, and pull Bentleys out<br>What you boys know about that Lone Star state<br>Where the homies slowing it, ?and the rest concade?<br>What you boys know, about them Texas boys<br>We the ones Down South, making all the noise<br>What you boys know, about that S.U.C.<br>This for Screw and Mafio, and P-A-T<br><br>[H.A.W.K.]<br>On tracks and eight dats, I break backs and spit facts<br>Squash all chit-chat, and bullshit I ain`t with that<br>I keep thangs intact, cause my goal is that<br>The studio`s my habitat, your flow is whack can`t get in that<br>I two-way my contact, tall stacks with Cold Jack<br>Like you cats can`t get it back, and my ? so you rugrats<br>I`m doing this for Fat Pat, and for him I bring that<br>At first I use to slang crack, now it`s two ties and slacks<br>All dogs and stray cats, pimps, playas and macks<br>Niggas down like fo` flats, with bald fades and flats<br>We want it all like ball brass, down here we tote gats<br>Our body`s covered with tats, we only smoke ball bats<br>That`s how we do it, get the stash we screw it<br>We arch you to it, like Nike just do it<br>You had a chance you blew it, so now it`s my turn<br>If you not from round here, you boys will learn that<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[H.A.W.K.]<br>Southern hard hitter go-getter, never been a quitter<br>Hardest pit in the litter, got these haters bitter<br>See the way my chain glitter, this is for my real niggas<br>Who stack the figgas, and will pull the triggas<br>I`m buttoned up like silver, my name is getting bigger<br>I`m not your average nigga, and I`m raw like Digga<br>Southern flow spitter, don`t mess with quitters<br>Or no wig splitter, and I`m giving cats the chills<br>What boys know, bout eggs and grits<br>Smashing hits, and girls I hit it with big tits<br>What you boys know, bout starchy jeans<br>And serving fiends, and moving bricks for nineteen<br>What you boys know, bout brand new whips<br>Unloading the clips, and country boys bout they chips<br>What you boys know, bout moving snow<br>I`m not just glow, in the Dirty South cats get thoed<br><br>[Hook]