I'm talkin' dirty, wit' bout 80 thousand in my mouth I'm stompin' through this bitch, movin' 'em in, and shippin' 'em out Breath smell like Hennessey, my clothes smell like weed ATL & Tennessee, I'm right up the street In the club where the thugs be, it be hard to breathe Sean Paul said we gon' bust they head before we leave I brought so good wit me, and I got my hood wit me Cadillac'n all through College Park, I'm talkin bout wood grippin' Dirty South, they bullshittin', you can't ride on them down here Niggaz can damn well fit inside their rims round here And our hoes drop it down to the ground like they supposed to Or fuck a nigga whole crew, anytime we roll through Young Buck and Youngbloodz, we came here to show you Just how to start a fight and what that Grey Goose and dro'll do Snatch me a ho or two, niggaz know howe we do it Ain't nothin' change, you know the game, it's G-Unit! [Chorus One: Young Buck] Totin' guns, rollin' blunts, Gettin' crunk - That's Me Switchin' lanes, grippin' grains, Got them thangs - That's Me Swervin Lac's, Servin X, Countin' stacks - That's Me Cook it up and bring it back, That's a fact - That's Me [Chorus Two: Sean Paul] Stay fresh, white tees, sharp crease - That's Me In the Chevy grippin' grain, drippin' paint - That's Me In the club, 'bout drunk, stay crunk - That's Me Represent the A-Town, best believe - That's Me ^{Sean Paul} Now on the realer, I'm a hell of a nigga Like when I was down in that 'Cedes Dealer came out a winner I'm a big bank flipper, purple syrup sipper Stuntin' ass nigga, cost my thunder for some spinners Don't you see the chain and watch, bitch, we chillin' like December Finna change the weather when I stick it out the window And I don't want no sack, mayn, don't give me that ever And if the price the lo'-lo', then gon' give me two mo' Give me two-lo, when I ride out with two hoes One dark skin, one light skin, wit two though Let the top down and let them hoes hair blow Fired up some dro, this like ridin on two fo's wit' two hoes [Chorus Two] [Chorus Three: J-Bo] Stay slizzard on Patron, Herringbone - That's Me In the club tippin' strippers, sippin' Goose - That's Me Ridin' clean, blowin' good on that dro - That's Me Dirty South, Straight Country, 105 - That's Me ^J-Bo See I can tell by the way they look me in the eye That he's a ho, and she's a bitch, and often many try But like a soldier, I'mma rid til' I fuckin' die Swerve on the buster, run up and put one in the sky And if you ain't comprehendin' what I'm sayin' to ya It's 105, Youngbloodz, and I ain't playin' wit'hca Now watch me break 'em down, back 'em up, and ship 'em out Even steady, comin', breakin bread, what I'm talkin' bout Cause what you didn't know, is how I get so many hoes How I keep it pimpin' never, sippin' cause I'm all pro And yeah, I see you like the way we do it big Pull up in the old schools, blowin, hoppin' out the whip [Chorus Three] [Chorus One] [Chorus Two]