Valleujah chords by Goodie Mob

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Verse 1
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One to the two, the three, the four
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Them dirty red dogs done hit the door
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And they got everybody on
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they hands and knees
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And they ain't gon' leave
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until they find them kids
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Now if Dirty Bill Clinton
fronted me some weight
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Told me to keep two, bring him back eight
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And I only brought him five
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and stuck his ass for three
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Do you think that clamp
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will stick his goons on me?
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See Martell Hall,
that's my claim to fame
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That's where I learned my slickest tricks
in the dope, the gang
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Like my favorite,
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I call it Lemonhead Delight
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It's when you lick off all the yellow
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and you sell the white
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Well the pimpin' be a sport,
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see I be bein' that wide receiver
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That nigga the B .I .G.
will make y niggas believers
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Sippin' on Quavo Gold
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off in the club drunk as fuck
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Callin' them hoes bitches
and smokin' my weed up
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When I'm too sober, get older,
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now I'm almost legal
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Wanted to live the life of Cadillacs,
Impalas and Regals
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Fuckin' around with hoes,
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bustin' nuts in they mouth
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Speakin' that same southern slang,
lookin' for love off in your jaw
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See powder get you hyper,
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reefer makes you calm
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Cigarettes give you cancer,
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woo -woo's make you dumb
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What you niggas know
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about the dirty side?
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What you niggas know
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about the dirty side?
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See, never did I think, when I got grown
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That some peewee sacks
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had been un took this town
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See, life's a bitch, then you figure out
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Why you really got dropped
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in the dirty side
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See, in  the third grade,
this is what you told
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You was bought, you was sold
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Now they sayin' juice left
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some heads cracked
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I bet you Jay and Clampy
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wanted money back
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See East Point Atlanta
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through this roadblock
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Talkin' bout all this blow traffic got to stop
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So the big time players
off John Freeman Way
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Had to find they selves
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another backstreet to take
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Cause back in the day
we was out of control
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We didn't understand all nigga
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that money ain't yours
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That's when me and Big Slate
took an oath and swear
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Never would we talk,
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never would we tell
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So when they pulled up,
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bump an d rock the bell
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We took what we want
and left them quiet as hell
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What you niggas know about the dirt inside?
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What you niggas know
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about the dirty side?
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Now the Cobra's got the boys
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on the low in their back
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Give a parlor that Miss Ashley said
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it didn't get trapped
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Behind the black, behind the green,
behind the red tint
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Dealers breakin' off that floor
for them wood chips
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A lot of faces ain't around,
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a lot of folks got shot
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Scatter Mack droppin' cheese
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while the crystals pop
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Been on the ground with
cool breezes,
droppin' pounds with B
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Eric Neal is the coolest from my century
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Macktown keeps growin' old school like
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Charles Stankin' like them
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Lankins and Piedmont Pauls
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Perry Homes, the Herna Homes,
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the Alda Homes
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Adam Field, the Pool Creek
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shit just don't sleep in the Dirty Sides
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2 to 3 to 4, them dirty red dogs
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done hit the door
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And they got everybody on
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they hands and knees
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And they ain't gon' leave
until they find them kids
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See powder get you hyper,
E 
reefer makes you calm
C 
Cigarettes give you cancer,
D 
woo -woo's make you dumb
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What you niggas know
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about the Dirty Sides?
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What you niggas know
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about the Dirty Sides?
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Ah, yeah, yeah, the dirt is sound
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You
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