The Dirty South may refer to:
"Ride wit Me" is a song by American rapper Nelly. It was released in April 2001 as the third single from his debut studio album Country Grammar (2000). The song features City Spud.
"Ride wit Me" peaked at number three on the Billboard Hot 100. Internationally, "Ride Wit Me" peaked within the top ten of the charts in Australia, Netherlands, Norway, the Republic of Ireland and the United Kingdom. The radio version of the song was featured on the 2001 compilation album Now That's What I Call Music! 7.
"Ride wit Me" features a sound similar to "Get Down on It" by Kool and the Gang. The song samples lines from the song "I Like It" by Debarge "I like the way you brush your hair, and I like those stylish clothes you wear".
The official remix was also produced by Jason "Jay E" Epperson and then placed in Nelly's remix album, "Da Derrty Versions: The Reinvention". It also features City Spud's verse from the original & John Mayer on the guitar. It samples Mayer's single, "No Such Thing".
The masculine given name Archie, usually a shortened version of Archibald, may refer to:
Style is a manner of doing or presenting things.
Style may refer to:
Wit is a form of intelligent humour, the ability to say or write things that are clever and usually funny. A wit is a person skilled at making clever and funny remarks. Forms of wit include the quip and repartee.
As in the wit of Dorothy Parker's set, the Algonquin Round Table, witty remarks may be intentionally cruel (as in many epigrams), and perhaps more ingenious than funny.
A quip is an observation or saying that has some wit but perhaps descends into sarcasm, or otherwise is short of a point, and a witticism also suggests the diminutive. Repartee is the wit of the quick answer and capping comment: the snappy comeback and neat retort. (Wilde: "I wish I'd said that." Whistler: "You will, Oscar, you will".)
Wit in poetry is characteristic of metaphysical poetry as a style, and was prevalent in the time of English playwright Shakespeare, who admonished pretension with the phrase "Better a witty fool than a foolish wit". It may combine word play with conceptual thinking, as a kind of verbal display requiring attention, without intending to be laugh-aloud funny; in fact wit can be a thin disguise for more poignant feelings that are being versified. English poet John Donne is the representative of this style of poetry.
I feel the master, I feel him
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
Ain't no question 'bout it, who the best?
Macy gon' lay the track an' Archie come to do the rest
Step in the way, multiple shots are goin' through your chest
You must have called Pastor Troy 'cause boy, you is blessed
An' I'ma take him out the game, y'all, it ain't no thang, y'all
You wanna buck I'll rip you up like a chainsaw
The game's raw, boy, please believe it
Keep your Bible with you 'cause you gonna be needin' Jesus
Fiendin' for chart-toppin' hits
An' Archie ain't gonna stop droppin' shit
I'ma make a million dollars, then stand on the top of it
Rockin' it, until the day I die in this game
Archie with the Phat Boy, addin' the fire to the fame
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
A.T.L., we 'bout that head bustin', we leave you dead, cousin
Whassup? Huh, bitch, nigga, you said somethin'?
If you ready why you stumblin' to the floor, huh?
If you ready why you stutterin, "I ain't drunk"?
I'ma show 'em why they call us dirty
There is no mercy for playa haters 'cause he ain't worthy
Heard of me, then, "Hell, naw" before, bet you done heard of me now
Atlanta, Georgia where the dirty be found
See I done did this since my younger days
Only 16 but my pocket's never underage
So let's get paid 'cause I stay ready for it, please
An' you is crazy if you think you ready for me, so who ready?
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
You ain't ready for us 'cause you ain't ready for me
Courtney B, chop an' knock a nigga down to his knees
Stay as crunk as can be, who keeps it crunker than we?
Nobody, that's why we comin', throwin' bows an' them knees
See our foes an' they freeze, they be some suckas at heart
We ready for what you bringin', so we bust ya apart
You bustas ain't hard, stack 'em up an' knockin' 'em down
Another cop in the ground, boy, who stoppin' me now?
Choppin' 'em down, see how quick you drop to the ground
Playin' to be raw with ya ball likes to knock you around
I done twisted up the game, there's a knot in it now
An' if you didn't see it comin', Phat Boy lockin' it down
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
We ready, we ready
We ready for y'all
DNA India | 25 Jun 2018