What You Boys Know lyrics

Artist  : Hawk 
Song : What You Boys Know



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[H.A.W.K.]



Dirty Southside, got your mouth wide open



Cross eyed all tongue tied, like you on
formaldehyde



If you not qualified, I'll hit from the blind
side



Lives getting crucified, we cried when Aaliyah
died



It's just Southern pride, inside and outside



Never ever satisfied, until we heard worldwide



Some people done lied, told you that we
countrified



Got you all buck eyed, and looking at our clean
ride



If you not preoccupied, grab a seat court side



Watch the show all high, we got chicken Southern
fried



Let me be your tour guide, up the South and
Northside



And put the plex aside, we got the game hogg
tied



Hard-core and bonefied, our ice and piece
dried



Roaches get pesticide, we won't be denied



Playa I reside, on the Southside



Is where you see the drop top Bentley outside







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What you boys know, about the Dirty South



Where we stay iced up, and pull Bentleys out



What you boys know about that Lone Star state



Where the homies slowing it, ?and the rest
concade?



What you boys know, about them Texas boys



We the ones Down South, making all the noise



What you boys know, about that S.U.C.



This for Screw and Mafio, and P-A-T







[H.A.W.K.]



On tracks and eight dats, I break backs and spit
facts



Squash all chit-chat, and bullshit I ain't with
that



I keep thangs intact, cause my goal is that



The studio's my habitat, your flow is whack can't
get in that



I two-way my contact, tall stacks with Cold
Jack



Like you cats can't get it back, and my ? so you
rugrats



I'm doing this for Fat Pat, and for him I bring
that



At first I use to slang crack, now it's two ties
and slacks



All dogs and stray cats, pimps, playas and
macks



Niggas down like fo' flats, with bald fades and
flats



We want it all like ball brass, down here we tote
gats



Our body's covered with tats, we only smoke ball
bats



That's how we do it, get the stash we screw it



We arch you to it, like Nike just do it



You had a chance you blew it, so now it's my
turn



If you not from round here, you boys will learn
that







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[H.A.W.K.]



Southern hard hitter go-getter, never been a
quitter



Hardest pit in the litter, got these haters
bitter



See the way my chain glitter, this is for my real
niggas



Who stack the figgas, and will pull the
triggas



I'm buttoned up like silver, my name is getting
bigger



I'm not your average nigga, and I'm raw like
Digga



Southern flow spitter, don't mess with
quitters



Or no wig splitter, and I'm giving cats the
chills



What boys know, bout eggs and grits



Smashing hits, and girls I hit it with big
tits



What you boys know, bout starchy jeans



And serving fiends, and moving bricks for
nineteen



What you boys know, bout brand new whips



Unloading the clips, and country boys bout they
chips



What you boys know, bout moving snow



I'm not just glow, in the Dirty South cats get
thoed







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