Ludacris
(Feat. Rick Ross & Bun B) Down In The Dirty ) Lyrics
Down in the dirty south
to be exact
Gettin money gettin money
is a well known fact
[Ludacris:]
I hit heavy in the trunk
so I say I'm heavy hittin
My car just got a jerry
curl the paints still drippin
My whip so clean I turn
lovers into haters
Then I make'em come around
like curl activator
There are none greater I'm
the freshest on the scene
Rap gamin jones I'm the
freshest on the team
But really I'm a coach spittin
game to the playas
And I'm yellow with that
purp like I came with the lakers
I'm out to get that paper,
the mule and the achers
I'm reppin for the rich,
red, monkey bathing apers
So catch a contact like
you inhaled luda vapours
Cause rapers get smoked
like I rolled in some paper
Put'em in a ash tray throw
away the roches
Move them out my path way
show them whose the dopist
I bring home the bacon and
protect it with the toffers
Like the lens on ya camera
fuck boy I'm so focused
[Chorus:]
Down in the dirty south
to be exact
Gettin money gettin money
is a well known fact
[x5]
[Rick Ross:]
20 grand in the left
Another 20 in the right
Got my wallet in the back
And that thing packed tight
Credit cards don't need'em
Or the birds won't feed'em
While I'm sitting at the
table just me and family eatin
Me and class on the cell
discussin another deal
Gucci gucci bottle empty
daddy needs a refil
Up in frevay I'm standin
on the bar
If it ain't a black truck
it's a quarter million maz
I'm in love with kush and
kate fox
If ya need anything hit
the safe deposit box
Outta town for a month
Came home with a duff that
was one point sumet
Pimp ask khaled lobster
salad
Mobsta acknolege I'm poppin
them dollars
Pop colors I touch hoes
like crep flow
The game in a choke hold
No I won't let go
[Chorus:]
Down in the dirty south
to be exact
Gettin money gettin money
is a well known fact
[x4]
[Bun B:]
Well I done said said it
before
But I guess it best to repeat
it
Dirty south in the building
With no loses we undefeated
Anybody think they can beat
it must be on sherve
Got the streets on fire
like ross kile with a perm
I'm big worm and that big
body slaya
Rip it open and you keep
playin with my money
Smoke it like I'm a joke
I got for roke on a boulevard
In the paint n have a bitch
nigga sliced from his eyes to his tank
You think I came at 225
pounds of trouble
Can't find a trilla play
then me if you had the hubble
Been reppin the dirty and
I ain't finnin to slow down
So if you ain't wid it get
out the way it's about to go down
You can get your issue like
your ass subscribed
And when we ride there's
no were that your ass can hide
Nigga try to come at me
crocked like burner play craves
Have you runnin up north
like a runaway slave
Played pussy ya bluff even
if it's ya period
The dirty south niggas take
they money too serious nigga
Down in the dirty south to
be exact
Gettin money gettin money
is a well known fact [x5]
Stand Up 
[Intro]
Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! Stand up!
[Chorus: Ludacris and (woman)]
When I move you move (just
like that?)
When I move you move (just
like that?)
When I move you move (just
like that?)
Hell yeah! Hey DJ bring
that back!
(When I move you move) just
like that?
(When I move you move) just
like that?
(When I move you move) just
like that?
(Hell yeah, Hey DJ bring
that back!)
[Verse - 1]
How you ain't gon' FUCK!
bitch out me?
I'm the GOD DAMN reason
you in VIP
CEO you don't have to see
ID
I'm young, wild, and strapped
like Chi-Ali
BLAOW! We ain't got nothing
to worry about
Whoop ass, let security
carry em out
Watch out for the medallion
my diamonds are wreckless
Feels like a MIDGET is hanging
from my neckless
I pulled up wit a million
trucks
Looking, smelling, feeling
like a million bucks-ahh!
Pass the bottles, the heat
is on
We in the huddle all smoking
that Cheech & Chong
What's wrong?! The club
and moon is full
And I'm lookin for a THICK
young lady to pull
One sure shot way to get
em outta them pants
Take note to the brand new
dance, like this
[Chorus]
[Verse - 2]
Go on wit ya big ass! lemme
see something
Tell ya little friend he
can quit mean mugging
I'm lit and I don't care
what no one thinks
But where the FUCK is the
waitress at wit my drinks?!
My people outside and they
can't get in
We gon' rush the back door
and break em in
The owner already pissed
cause we sorta late
But our time and our clothes
gotta coordinate
Most girls lookin right
some lookin a mess
That's why they spilling
drinks all over ya dress
But Louie Vuitton bras all
over your breasts
Got me wanting to put hickies
all over ya chest-ahh
C'mon! we gon party tonight
Y'all use mouth to mouth
bring the party to life
Don't be scurred, show another
part of your life
The more drinks in your
system the harder to fight!
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! Stand up!
[Verse - 3]
Damn right the Fire Marshall
wanna shut us down
Get us out so someone can
gun us down
We was two songs away from
getting some cutta
Now we one song away from
tearing da club up
Move over! Luda got something
to say
Do it now cause 'tomorrow'
ain't promised 'today'
Work wit me! let's become
one with the beat
And don't worry bout me
steppin all over ya feet
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up! (just like that?)
Stand up! (just like that?)
Stand up! Stand up!
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