الأغاني:
Goodie Mob Dirty South Classics

Yeah, yeah Lord, it's so hard living this life A constant struggle each and everyday Some wonder why? I'd rather die Than to continue living this way

long time with cheap flicks Good picks pay hard, watch the heart turn sideways Couldn?t tell, Burrell cells to those who lose cares Players give you light for now Feelin' good

I say, fly away, fly away If you don't like where I stay, fly away Yeah, well, I'm from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south Some of you niggaz still

barely made it to your wake Lookin' like Mr. Fisher, dickie down no suit, no tie Niggaz ain't gonna be able to just get by no mo' You leavin' the hotel 254 Today was good

, yeah Did it, done it, run it, sayin "How you want it?" Leave it When you finished let me dress it up and made it seem sweet Like a beach in Martinique, Goodie

challenge Goodie MoB To a game of ghetto laser tag When they say, "What it is" You scream, "What it ain't" That is all, get it 1999, yeah, TLC The Goodie MoB