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We filthy boy, we nasty boy, we dirty You beef with me, you be deceased, you heard me? cottin' pickers, and rottin' niggas, we takin' over we field boys, we soldiers, representin' Georgia [Hook x2] It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty Da dirty, boy it's real in the field It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty (heard me?) The filthy, nasty, dirty, south! It's Boondox like that low-down, nasty, filthy fella from the field Dedicated to southern housin' and better make a meal The southern way, no other way, there's no better way to live Like sugar ass hoes that squeal, white king easy but real Southern crunk but your station the bunk, while the bass in the trunk, while you blazin' the gun, and too dirty ain't no wastin' his bong Representin' the place where you from, the gritty, bidding player Suberbans on twenties player, swing at a grinning player

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