Music Video

You're Everything (feat. Rick Ross, David Banner, 8-Ball & MJG)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bun B
Bun B
Vocals
8Ball
8Ball
Vocals
MJG
MJG
Vocals
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bernard James Freeman
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
Lavell Crump
Lavell Crump
Songwriter
Donald DeGrate
Donald DeGrate
Songwriter
Marlon Goodwin
Marlon Goodwin
Songwriter
Hussain Jiffry
Hussain Jiffry
Songwriter
Raymond E. Jones
Raymond E. Jones
Songwriter
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
Premro Vonzellaire Smith
Premro Vonzellaire Smith
Songwriter
Leroy Williams
Leroy Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's that candy paint, '84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill
Leather seat, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels
Suede roof, neon lights, Vogue tire swang and bang
Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hanging, man
White T's, fitted hats, Jordans under Dickies
That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky
The fifteens bamming and the bass kick-kicking
Cadillac doors slamming on them po-po's tipping
We ain't tripping, just flipping, these haters dip when they see us
'Cause they could never beat us, best us or be us
I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thugging, man
It's the South, ain't nothing above it and that's why I love it, man
For real
[Verse 2]
You're everything I knew
Oh yeah, do what you want me to
I will do anything
Get on my knees for you
Ooh, baby
What else is there to do?
I don't know, I don't know but I'll cry
[Verse 3]
Pray at night when you selling white
Got one key, tryna sell it twice
Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick
Honeycomb, I call my crib, money long, that's on my kids
R.I.P. to my uncle Chad, UGK, you can't fuck with that
[Verse 4]
**** fake, they hate candy paint
And all the paper that your partner make
Shaking dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tasting right
Haterade, they Gatorade, look at these seats, they gator made
Friend or foe, **** never know, never know when you finna blow
[Verse 5]
Dudes scraping the curb, dipping, sipping some syrup
Fingers blistered, twisting Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt
But I handle my issue, I got several pistols
That won't whistle, missiles knocking gristle from fatty tissue
Mississippi's my home, till I die and I'm gone
I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone
With no label backing, pride split into fractions
I hit the ocean on peggy busting back at the cracking
Y'all scared
[Verse 6]
You're everything I knew
Oh yeah, do what you want me to
I will do anything
Get on my knees for you
Ooh baby
What else is there to do?
I don't know, I don't know but I'll cry
[Verse 7]
Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG
Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D
T.I.P., Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy
Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Dupri
J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul
Slim Thug, Lil Keke, Chamillionaire, Paul Wall
We all different but we all rep the same thing
God first, family then money in the South, man
[Verse 8]
They call me Pimp Tyte , MJG
The Dirty South is everything I want, everything I need
Everything I'm longing for, when I'm outta town
Gotta get home just for
Everything that I been raised to love
The wisdom my grandmama gave to us
Racial profiling, police harassment, regular days to us
[Verse 9]
You say door, we say do'
You say four, we say fo'
You say whore, we say hoe
You want more but we want mo'
What else is there left for me to do?
This the dedication from me to you
The South, I know you're gonna see me through
So until I die I wanna be with you, you're everything
[Verse 10]
You're everything I knew
Oh yeah, do what you want me to
I will do anything
Get on my knees for you
Ooh, baby
What else is there to do?
I don't know, I don't know
But I'll cry
Written by: Bernard James Freeman, Robert Morton
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