Keep knocking.
No one's there.
Pouring down.
Near be felt.
I'm out here, by myself.
All alone.
Ready to blow my head off.
I hurt so bad inside.
I wish you could see the world through my eyes.
Each day is the same
I just wanna laugh again.
Keep hoping.
Nothing to spare.
So my life.
Isn't quite there.
Feel like a whore.
A dirty whore.
Such a whore.
Dirty.
I'm out here, by myself.
All alone.
Ready to blow my head off.
I hurt so bad inside.
I wish you could see the world through my eyes.
Each day is the same
I just wanna laugh again.
I'll Take it
I'll Take It
I Will Take it
Into you.
You dirty little fuck.
Dirty little fuck.
You dirty little fuck.
Dirty little fuck.
You dirty little fuck (I will take it).
Dirty little fuck (I will take it).
You dirty little fuck (I will take it).
Dirty little fuck (I will take it).
You dirty little fuck.
I'm out here, by myself.
All alone.
Ready to blow my head off.
I hurt so bad inside.
I wish you could see the world through my eyes.
Each day is the same
Just one call will cure it all
Take my toll and break my fall
Come and join my little war
You could be my broken whore
I do not need express excess
I do not need your sordid sex
I do not need to hear your cries
Squirming on the pin of ice
'coz you hurt me
When i'm dirty
Come on hurt me
'coz i'm dirty
Heaven can't take me
Hell don't care
KMFDM
Gonna take me there
Is your lie
Is your high
Gonna drink you dry?
You'll crawl and die
Do you want
Do you pain
Do you need in your vein?
To release to relapse
To reload and collapse
A little joke
We're getting flirty
A bit of rope
We gon take it from the bottom (M-I-A-M-I to Houston!!)
H-town! Pitbull, Bun B..
My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise!
All my chicos, I gotchu, I promise!
Miami, I gotchu, I promise!! I'ma take over this bitch! I promise!!
So get ready mothafuckaz, this is not a game!! (Eeeeeeeyooooouuu!!!!!)
I'm from the dirty dirty, where a lot of these cats mix the weed
With the coke and blow dirty, we're off the chain meng
Rap game, crack game, cut it, cook it, chop it, record it
Album shop it, its all the same thang
Y'all look at these blue skies and think paradise
I look at these blue skies, and think what a disguise
That's why its called the "Magic City", it's a treat to your eyes
Cross the bridge and it'll fuck with ya mind
Word of advice don't follow the streets, follow the signs
Cuz the last thing you wanna do is get lost, cause it might just cost ya life
Y'all heard about the smash-&-grabs
so watch where you put the map on the dash
cause they might end up clapping ya ass
Why you think the traffic lights, they blink at late night
They don't want you to stop cause the streets'll be filled wit red stripes
Like Jamaican beer, we fry 'em like bacon here
yo life'll get taken here, I just thought I should make it clear! Yeah!!
Everything we do is dirty!!!!
We pull up in the drop, it's dirty!!
We pound that twat, dirty!!
Miami!!!, we're dirty!
Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty!
Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty!
Straight up outta Texas, the reckless, PA to be exact
Where the streets is cutthroat and fiends kill you for a G of crack
8 g's and cadillacs, chevys cut on the deltas
might swang up on ya then hurt ya, nobody here gon help ya
2000 heltah skelta, talking bout families and killers
vicious like silver-back guerillas see then peel ya
niggaz down here ain't tryna feel ya, see ya, hear ya, know ya
serve ya, for ya or for ya (Feel it!!!)
You pussy niggaz been hatin on us for too long
So we finna prove you wrong, teach you hoes a new song (thats whats up)
Cuz the time is now (now), the place is here (here)
I could smell you scared nigga, I could taste your fear
Go make it clear and move the smoke outta yo eyes
So that when everything go down, it won't be no kind of surprise
And I got no time for yo lies (No time for lies!!), save 'em for peter
Just remember my name, I'm facing my heater (BITCH!), let's get it dirty!
Everything we do is dirty!!!!
We pull up in the drop, it's dirty!!
We pound that twat, dirty!!
Miami!!!, we're dirty!
Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty!
Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty!
These boys from the bottom are obsessed with old school chevys
We call 'em verts and donks, some we call box chevys
Seven-duece, seven-trey, seven-four, seven-five
M-I-A-M-I till I die, 3-0-5!!!
Candy paint and leather, they don't fuck wit nothing but dubs or better
Y'all call 'em street sweepers, we call 'em choppers
Cuz when the bullets spit they spin like helicopters
This city's filled with crooked coppers and crooked doctors
So how could these streets not be filled with crooked bitches
and niggaz cocaine cooking brick flipping bitches trippin for figures
This Cuban has seen it, heard about it and lived it
that's why I spit it so vivid, you got it, I want it, you give it
This is for everybody in county, TGK, Metro West and Stockade
Doing time
And if you got more than 365
and you're up the road rep MIA with pride, That's right!!!
Everything we do is dirty!!!!
We pull up in the drop, it's dirty!!
We pound that twat, dirty!!
Miami!!!, we're dirty!
Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty!
Uh
Say what say what (uh uh)
2003
Uh
It don't get better then this (what)
Here I come
Here I come
Here I come (T-Boz)
Here I come
A-T-L
I'm an Atlanta girl (woo)
I've been born and raised
To come and rock ya world
I don't wanna hurt nobody (nobody)
I just came to move your bodies
T - Time to get the place wide up
L - Rest well until we all meet up
C - Come on and get the speakers boomin'
Stop what you're doin'
'Cause we're about to ruin (come on)
Chorus:
Uh oh uh oh
Move to the right now (uh oh uh oh)
Move to the left now (uh oh uh oh)
Stand real still now (uh oh uh oh)
Now break it down (uh oh uh oh)
Break it down (uh oh uh oh)
Break it down (uh oh uh oh)
Move to the right now (uh oh uh oh)
Move to the left now (uh oh uh oh)
Stand real still now (uh oh uh oh)
Now break it down (uh oh uh oh)
Break it down (uh oh uh oh)
Break it down
Ohhh dirty
Dirty dirty
Where the South is
I been waitin' on Tim to bring the beat in (uh huh)
TLC the club's shakin'
Bounce to the ounce
Like a lot of baby makin'
A - Already sweatin' from the music
T - Too many drinks don't abuse it
L - Let the folks outside in
Come on on (come on)
Chorus
Yo Missy
TLC is forever (yeah)
So when you come up in this club here (what)
Get your back up off the wall
Yo Missy (yeah)
Left Eye would want us to break it down
Break it
Break it down like this (like this, like this)
Say what
Come on now
Bridge:
If you're dancin'
And you're sweatin' (yeah)
Drippin' wet from your neck to your chest is (aahh)
Cause we're pumpin'
We keep it jumpin' (what'd ya say)
TLC is bringin' heat you gotta love this (bring the beat now)
If you're dancin'
And you're sweatin' (ahhh girl)
Drippin' wet from your neck to your chest is (oohh)
Cause we're pumpin'
We keep it jumpin' (ahh)
TLC is bringin' heat you gotta love this
Oh Oh Oh (oh)
That's right baby we dirty (yeah)
Oh Oh Oh (oh)
TLC we gon' be right here (oooh)
Oh Oh Oh (yeah)
We keep it crunk somebody (come on)
Oh Oh Oh (oh)
Shhhhh....
Left Eye gets a moment of silence (woo)
Uh (yeah)
Break it down now
One more time now
Say what say what
Come on
A - Woo I like that
T - Uh a little louder
L - What come on
A-T-L
A-T-L
A-T
A - What
T - Woo alright now
L - Woo go and flip it up
Alright
Flip it up
Flip it up now
T - Yeah say what (what what)
L - Come on break it down now
C - Woo who da girls
Who da girls
Who da girls
Who da girls
T - What uh
L - Uh from the Dirty South
C - Uh say what now
Alright yeah
Three little piggies tryin€™ to run with the biggies
Got to reap what they sow someday
One got ballin€™ and the second kept stallin€™
And the other one ran away
Now don€™t you think that should€™ve been fine
The kicks and luxury wine
But it€™s dirty
Don€™t you think that should€™ve been swell
Run around movin€™ so well
But it€™s dirty
You€™ll find out you€™re movin€™ too slow
when there€™s no place left to go
It gets dirty
Three young babies got the rock and roll crazies
And they each went into a slide
One kept hootin€™ and the other kept shootin€™
And the other one up and died
Now don€™t you think that should€™ve been fine...
Three cute chickies hangin€™ out with the sickies
Do their best now to run with the pack
One took the Navy and the other took Davie
and the other one never come back
Now don€™t you think that should€™ve been fine
The kicks and luxury wine
But it€™s dirty.
Tired of being clean, sick of being proper
I wanna live among the beggars
And dig out in the dirt
Step outside the walls we built to protect us
Don't be afraid to get some mud on your face
Come on, come on everybody
Come on, come on and serve someone
Let's get dirty, let's get used
No matter where you come from
If you're beaten up or bruised
Let's get foolish - let's get free
Free to be the one thing you were meant to be
Let's get dirty
You might get a bruise or some blisters on your fingers
You might start a question and wonder what it's worth
You may slip and fall from the burdens that you carry
But you can't have this treasure
'til you dig it from the dirt
Come on, come on everybody
Come on, come on and serve someone
Come on, come on, everybody
Come on, come on, serve somebody
Come on, come on, everybody
And I'm so dirty
Call me daddy
You're so sexy
You can be my bad girl
If someone hurt you
And you tried to hide it
I'll cut you deeper
'Cause I know you like it
Pain I got, girl
Can satisfy you
But I can't love you
I won't even try to
And that junkie urge
Deep down inside you
Couldn't keep my secret
But I know you'd like to
Girl, you never gon' get
Love from a heart of stone
Some of us were just plain
Meant to be alone
I'm all out of secrets
I'm running out of lies
And I can see the end, girl
When I look into your eyes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm so nasty
And I'm so greedy
And I'm so lonesome
Girl, I'm so needy
I want to take you
And make you my girl
My willing hostage
My favorite prisoner
I'll be your owner
And I'll be your jailer
I'll be your lover
Girl, I'll be your Savior
I'll be your alpha
And your omega
I'll break your heart, girl
And you'll call me later
Girl, you never gon' get
Love from a heart of stone
Some of us were just plain
Meant to be alone
I'm all out of secrets
I'm running out of lies
And I can see the end, girl
When I look into your eyes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm so dirty
Call me daddy
You're so sexy
You can be my bad girl
I'm so dirty
Call me daddy
You're so sexy
You can be my bad girl
I'm so dirty
Call me daddy
You're so sexy
You can be my bad girl
I'm so dirty, yeah
Call me daddy
You're so sexy
(Baby)
for my dogs
u understand
what it be like nigga
u know
got to love this shit playboy
u understand
and these hoes definately got to jock this shit
u know
my nigga wanna come down bout em and its all gravy
u know
i gotta respect where you from though
la
yall like to ride
but down bottom we like to survive
aint no thang to me
and aint no way you can come down bottom and dont bling bling
[TQ]
lately I been thinking about love doesnt offend happen to me
the only thing I always think of stays inside of me
go on we get out the kitchen because my ? is cookin
me and miss daisy kissin while aint nobody lookin
cook out at my uncles house whole neighborhood gonna be there
its the fourth of july so you know its on at the pier
i love them country girls with them big 'ol buts
cant get my hopes up cause she prolly my cousin
some time when I get real ?homie? and a nigga feel all alone
i put down my microphone time to go home
[chorus]
dirty
home thin cotton rows
and them ganstas role on white wall rolz
with my grandpa cussin on this old dirt road
i clean up my stirty damn I wanna go home
i wont forget where I done came from before I even knew I was me
saw all the flicks of me and my moms playin with the moths in the trees
and yes I do remember all them family reunions
grandmama had 24 kids and thats the damn sure truth
even when I moved to cali had to go back every summer
grandaddy got so excited think sant claus was coming
gettin down in the middle of the road ? a party tonight
me and ?? drinken bear gettin high as a kite
even when I got bigga
westside for life nigga
whereever I go I take the dirty south with me
[chorus x2]
thid one right here
goes out to the dirty south
where we all came from
home of the struggle baby
for my grandaddy
i love him
rest in peace
[chorus to fade]
lookin' like first class acting like a cheap date honey drippin' smile so
stylin' bet you know what you do don't you baby?
eyes that penetrate
heat that denigrates lust communicates i can hardly wait to get to you and
show you baby
if you want to i can be dirty too i can spin you around pick you up and go
down if you want to i can be just like you and do the dirty things you do.
walk into a room imperceptible boom tight shot close zoom when you move it's
assumed you feel it too don't you baby? tickin' like a fuse there's an itch i
gotta scratch ten minutes in a room get this monkey off my back any dark
space would do to show you baby
if you want to i can be dirty too i can spin you around pick you up and go
down if you want to i can be just like you and do the dirty things you do
why don't you tell me your sign?
i hear we're two of a kind scorpio i been told
you're my most compatible ride let me tell you again you make me wanna pop!
jack into the movie inside my brain i never wanna stop
can you do that again?
you make me wanna bam!
shut the blinds baby let the door slam intergalactic super bombastic go from
the top baby don't ever stop 'till i tell you to
if you want to i can be dirty too i can spin you around pick you up even go
down if you want to i can be just like you and be dirty too
scorpio i been told you're my most compatible ride
fade to black commercial break this is where the censor kicks in
i think you better close your eyes block your ears this could be the jam of
'Yo this O. D. B. and slum village
Detroit wild out, you know how we do
Girl, if you're flexible, intellectual
Bisexual, can I get next to you
If you're flexible than, we can keep it dirty and sexual
If your man front, than we gotta knock the nigga out
Smack the nigga up, stomp the nigga out, clap clap the nigga up
She got a man, but her man ain't me
I'm a, M. A. C. to P I M P
I'm a, show her things, and spend a little cheese, baby
'Cuz your man ain't doin' the right thing lately
Yup, so I'm steppin' in his house
If the nigga step up I'm a knock the nigga out
So I'm here with a beer and a glove
With some thugs and some chicks with some derry' ass
She got a man, it ain't fair, I don't care
I ain't scared with my dudes and I come prepared
Ladies, lemme see what you workin' with
Make a nigga stay at home like a punishment
I'm tryin' to think of us, think of we girl
Think about us, and some, and T3
Girl, if you're flexible, intellectual
Bisexual, can I get next to you
If you're flexible than, we can keep it dirty and sexual
If your man front, than we gotta knock the nigga out
Smack the nigga up, stomp the nigga out, clap clap the nigga up
Yeah, you know how slum do, when we come through
Gum shoe, air force is a pair of air Jordan's
Pelle pel, are old school with gangsta white walls
Tailor suits, coordinatin' with the gator boots
Before you hate on what we do, it's a d thang
You flamin' at a cappa-rae offa Alize
Where the ladies at, pushin' back you baby phat
Make it clap like eight gats
Stayin' at the infenium, just use the key
You got a man, but what your man gotta do with me
He don't want it, nah, he don't know the niggas
Roll with dreadknotts, cardy boys, and a mil', phat killas
Raw CD twelve, but don't mind that
And we should hit the telly up, I got the remy and the dime bag
Girl, if you're flexible, intellectual
Bisexual, can I get next to you
If you're flexible than, we can keep it dirty and sexual
If your man front, than we gotta knock the nigga out
Smack the nigga up, stomp the nigga out, clap clap the nigga up
Keep it dirty nuh
Keep it dirty nuh
Keep it dirty nuh
Keep it dirty nuh
What, they don't wanna fuck with us
They don't wanna feel the pain and get bruised and touched
She was down with your team, now she roll with us
Brought he girlfriend with her and it's all a plus
She wanna do what the players do, play how the players play
And she don't like how you treated her anyway
Yeah, you said you love me, but is it really real
Would you break me off first, and let my nigga phil hit you
Picture my caddy truck, we sexin' in the backseat
Or in my room, you bucky naked in my black mink
Girl, it's either 'this or that', like it's black sheep
I know it's on, if you twistin' back my pistons cap
Ignore the phone, if it's your man, let the machine get it
Matter fact, turn off the ringer, and let me lean in it
Keep it dirty nuh
Keep it dirty nuh
Keep it dirty nuh
Girl, if you're flexible, intellectual
Bisexual, can I get next to you
If you're flexible than, we can keep it dirty and sexual
If your man front, than we gotta knock the nigga out
Smack the nigga up, stomp the nigga out, clap clap the nigga up
We're Blazin' and dirty's the word , i'm
the man with the verses and aint you heard,
only get upon the rythm when time has occured,
i'm chattin' dirty cos that is the word and when i roll
in my club (that is dirty!), dirty this , dirty that can u hear me?
I'm gonna rock the nation (that is dirty!)
Blazin' Squad rockin' the party.
Now i'm here i'm gonna bring the dough,
cos the more you got the more people wanna know
but they only wanna know if you've got it,
and if you aint they think oh well long it,
cos money to me (that is dirty!) can u remember the days
when we done this for free? cos now my pay checks no less to
the G , now i'm flashin' the cash like i grow it on trees.
Blazin's back ,yo step on this track
it's so dark it's black TNT explosive squad are back
and we're goin' on dirty.
Dirty's here have no fear , dirty manz , my garage career
hot off the press straight to your ear , i'm a lyrical buzz destroyer.
When they call me R to the O CKY
and for dirty though, they cars , girls , dirty condos
their flow , hard , hey presto's, for the girls that all wanna c us
and the boys that all wanna b us , come to the shows and c us -
yo mention that ,cut the track - Kenzie tell 'em what dirty's about.
When i roll dirty man wanna chat
my name their insane, or they Blaze me , wanna
copy me and chat my flow (oh no!) there you go
into a black hole, and cos u know i look the part man and u
c me goin on just as dark, cos kenzie cos i know our flow is deep,and they can't test my sound is unique.
Blazin' Squad with the tunes and ths beats from the street
so lets meet for this beef , so boy , u know my crew is dirty ,we're in the charts number
O.N.E , that's dirty , so why u wanna hate , cos let's face it the rest are gonna
rape me - bake me put me on t.v , sell it to the daily's and make anothey figi.
Dirty to me that's easy , girls in bikini's , chicks wanna c me roll
in the TT and that's it ,
boys wanna b me , write hits. Radio , media and the t.v on a lockdown
All of my life I've tried to be like the man in the pictures with outstretched hands
Wearing purple around his neck and he's saying words that I cant forget.
Wont you tell me just who made you judge and ruler over me?
Little girl, can you tell just who made you
so very god damned holy?
Cause I tried to be the best I could
And I did the best my frail mind could
I'd trade it all just for one touch
I'd give it all to be enough
To make things new
'Cause one n a million is all the same
I've taken aspirin for my pain
Empty bottles just seem to say
I cannot make this go away
Hey you, tell me just who made this judge and ruler over me
I can tell what I want just to make it
So very goddamn holy.
Cause I tried to be the best I could
And I did the best my frail mind could
I'd trade it all just for one touch
I'd give it all to be enough
To make things new
To make things new inside so I could be like...
I'd trade it all just for one touch
I'd give it all to be it
And I did the best a boy could do
And I did the best my frail mind could
I'd trade it all just for one touch
I'd give it all to be enough
To make things new inside
To make things new
So I could be like you
I tried so hard to make things
Outside the wind is blowing
The waves are crashing fast
There's people running naked
I see a nameless ass
It's soft and pink and fleshy
So tender to the touch
I'll never get to grab it
My timing's never clutch
My ass is much too skinny
My legs are way too thin
I act like such a ninny
I'm all tanked up on gin
My view is so fantastic
I watch you pick your nose
I'm hiding in your bushes
You're taking off your clothes
I'm taking off my clothes
My grey matter
Is wired wrong, well I don't know
I'm on a limb now
I might smell clean, but I suppose
That I'm dirty
I'm so dirty
I flip through scented pages
There's numbers you can call
My hands are slightly shaking
I'm naked in your hall
I'm racing my libido
I'm twitching on the floor
You tell me you're excited
I pay three dollars more
I pay to hear you roar
My grey matter
Is wired wrong, well I don't know
I'm on a limb now
I might smell clean, but I suppose
That I'm dirty
I'm so dirty
I'm sitting in a theater
There's bodies here again
I hear the lustful breathing
The air is filled with sin
I'll fuck, but I won't make love
You can't expect too much
You make my anchor sweaty
I crave your tender touch
I pay for you to touch
My grey matter
Is wired wrong, well I don't know
I'm on a limb now
I might smell clean, but I suppose
That I'm dirty
I'm so dirty
My belly has a hunger
I'm sick and filled with shame
I eat, but I don't get full
I'll never know your name
I'll never know your name
I'll never know your name
I'll never know your name
My grey matter
Is wired wrong, well I don't know
I'm on a limb now
I might smell clean, but I suppose
That I'm dirty
I'm so dirty
I'm so dirty
I'm so dirty
It's been after me
In this place
A pleasant threat perfect void
Stuck in modality
With all this damage beyond repair
When all our time fades away
Just like everything else
That proves that we are
Dirt
Stay
Now just in case
Selfish trials
Keeps stopping to
Drag me down
I'm losing bliss
As if all your hands
Could keep me clean
When all our time fades away
Just like everything else
That proves that we are
Dirt
I can't see where I've gone wrong
All our times fade away
That proves that we are
Dirt
If all our times fades away
It's proof we're dirt
[Chorus]
I put 24 inches on the Brougham
Call my baddest bitch and tell her daddy comin' home
Pull up at the light and them thangs keep spinnin'
I'm bustin' down a Philly, finna fill it with a 20
That liquor got me swervin', E&J; is what we sippin'
Just pulled it out the shop, so that paint still drippin'
Got that thang flip-flop, so the flop keep flippin'
Keep that 45 cock when I'm woodgrain grippin'
[Verse 1:Big Pimp]
I woke up Friday morning, right before I washed my ass
My nigga Keke called me, told me "Boy, come get your Lac"
I'm happy as hell cause I been waitin' for the call
He told me that he sprayed it last night with stone wall
"You got 31 Flavors, and boy you need to see'em
But you need you some rims, so meet me down at Emmet Neil's
And Pimp while you thinkin', I'mma tell you how to kill her
Take off them Gary Payton's and sit that bitch on Andre Miller's"
I call up LaKiera, that's my main thoroughbred
Cause right 'fore I hit her, I get some flame-thorough-head
Now when she suck it, she don't play when she catch it
Could it be I run with J and Scarface down in Texas?
But I'm down in Alabama where the ballers love flexin'
Keep my 45 cocked just in case I feel threatened
I pulled up at the light and them hoes almost fainted
I hearin' screamin' out, hollerin' "Keke must'a painted it"
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:G-stacka]
I'm choppin' down your block in a big body Brougham
Candy flip-flop, 24 inch chrome
Spinnin' like four windmills, enough to give off wind chills
And all this dro smoke is startin' to fog up my windshield
I'm sittin' more high than four deers, stacked on top of four hills
And if I sip 'bout four beers, I'll need four blunts to straight kill
I'll show you how that bass feel, four 15's off in the rear
Beatin' so hard off in your ear, when you get out you can hardly hear
Mix E&J; with Belvedere, so my mind ain't never clear
My 4-5 been with me so goddamn long feel like my souvenir
You wanna know what's truly real? How many times my candy flip
The sun make my paint look like a fruity bag of M&M;'s
Hoes love the way it drip, so they holla "Let me ride"
So it's me and Pimp with 'bout twenty-four hoes inside, every night
Takin' flight, in my Fleetwood full of hood freaks
And if that thang is candy paint, it must got sprayed my Keke
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:Both]
(In singing-rap style)
[Big Pimp] We push Caddies with gold spokes, vogues with mo-mo
[G-stacka] They sit high, they sit low, 20's and 24's
[Big Pimp] We got hoes that dike hoes, suck dick, and snort blow
[G-stacka] We got niggas that smoke dro, push bricks, and elbows
[Big Pimp] Thirty-one clear coats drip wet like Mop 'n Glow
[G-stacka] Spinners that chop fast, spinners that chop slow
[Big Pimp] Gators of all soles, furs, and perm fros
[G-stacka] We ride with 44's that's tucked off in our clothes
[Big Pimp]
I know dat y'all feel me now...
I know dat y'all feel me now...
I know dat y'all feel me now...
I know dat y'all feel me now...
I know dat y'all feel me now...
...feel me, feel me now
[Big Pimp]
Load it up, cock it back, get dropped bitch
None of y'all haters cain't stop this
Everyday we on the grind selling rocks bitch
Just because we got a deal, it don't stop bitch
I poured the cocaine in the pot bitch
When it drop and check it when it's hot bitch
We still tote dope in our socks bitch
Broke ass hoes tryna knock bitch
Runnin off atcha mouth, get popped bitch
AK, sawed-off, or a glock bitch
Runnin up in ya house or ya spot bitch
Now yo' ass tied up in a knot bitch
Take every damn thang that ya got bitch
The Pimp and the G got it locked bitch
On the pimp, so we got all the twat bitch
And the G, so we got all the blocks bitch
We did that thang in the 'Lac boy
I bought me another big 'Lac boy
I know y'all niggaz hate I did that boy
Put my name right back in the back boy - like dat boy
I know y'all niggaz don't give a fuck
So what? So when there come a time to bust
Ya 'posed to buck - yo' nigga ass greasled up
Ya leave a nigga smoked up, just bring the dutch so what?
Y'all niggaz can't bring the pain and stop the fame
There ain't nothing more to explain, you must insane
It's like tryna stop a train in the rain
Now if the bitch doesn't take ya pain mane
Y'all niggaz don't know how it feels
To run with the k-ika thug niggaz that's real
Y'all niggaz better learn how to well
When Big Pimp come through slangin steel
[Big Pimp]
I know dat y'all feel me now...
I know dat y'all feel me now...
I know dat y'all feel me now...
I know dat y'all feel me now...
I know dat y'all feel me now...
I know dat y'all feel me now...
I know dat y'all feel me now...
...feel me, feel me now
[Mr. G Stacka]
I know, when all this beef jump, all my heat gon' blow
And when it the streets y'all peeps gettin broke
Got no time for hoes, cuz if you want the war
Then I'ma call my folks and bitch (let's go)
I ride, with G's and they strapped with them big tech nines
And they gon' catch yo' head and yo' neck and yo' spine
Ain't no need for crying, cuz I gotcha nine
And bitch that ass is mine
Don't be petrified, don't be scared to fire
I knew y'all boys' gon' run and hide
I knew y'all boys wattn't down to ride, now
So don't step, cuz a nigga hopin
That y'all boys know that we ain't jokin
Cuz a beatin prolly better have ya bones broken
The heat from this gat'll have ya ass soakin
My hands around ya neck'll have ya ass chokin
Throw you in the river now ya ass floatin
Fuck a bulletproff vest, get ya chest open
A lifeguard woulda be more impo'tant
Now you wanna hate cuz our styles be cold
Or ya sittin mad cuz ya really can't flow
And ya say you wanna rob but ya really don't show
For the same reasons that you already know
We'll take ya main broad havin her swallowin that blow
I don't give a fuck about you or ya hoe
And this steel that we slang like ya off on ya toes
How many y'all niggaz really want mo'?
What y'all fuck niggaz wanna clown on me fo'?
If you wanna take it there then we can go
Strangle ya throat bitch, watch ya die slow
Y'all lil' niggaz won't hate no mo!
[Big Pimp]
I know dat y'all feel me now...
I know dat y'all feel me now...
I know dat y'all feel me now...
I know dat y'all feel me now...
I know dat y'all feel me now...
[Mr. G Stacka]
All y'all niggaz who was talkin trash
I'll tell you right now, you can kiss my ass
And nan one of y'all in my paper stash
So I don't give a damn who the hell get mad
And I don't give a damn if you don't like this track
But I bet'cha right now that ya watching ya back
So the thugs in the back, let'cha know where I'm at
Got ya down on ya knees praying I don't attack
But right now it ain't no stopping
And right now it ain't no squashing
Cuz my click roll deep and we pack mo' heat than yo' boy Osama Bin Laden
So bitch tell me now what's poppin - I know ya feel me mane
And when my glock start sparkin, I'm killin everythang
[Big Pimp]
Shiiit.. I don't give a damn 'bout all that hatin
Cuz all y'all rappers' just overnight stops
Me and G, we been in the game like Larry Bird and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar
Freddy Lamar, Sanford and Son, Bubba and Grady
Good Times, JJ Sweet, Penny Lenny
We been doing talent shows since the first breakdancer was Crazy Vinnie
I took ya back to the TC Lockers
When Trinico was poppin and lockin
When my cous' Steve Ree was tickin
We was at home, wine droppin
You can take it how ya wanna bitch
And I want all y'all haters to know
The Westside is the crunkest side
From Riverside to Smiley Cove
I know dat y'all feel me now...
I know dat y'all feel me now...
We some dirty niggaz born to die
However, whenever you feel that you ready to kill
Bring it on muthafucka if you ready to fire
And watch that pride get yo whole squad crucified
Na Nah na nah
Now I was baptized in the blood of the devil himself
Thats why the reason for my life is always followed by death
Take hold yo breath and bust
Till you see no legs standing up
Showin no luv, dirty commited the world bloodiest massacre
On yo whole crew
Mafia style nigga, slicing yo esaphagus
Dumpin yo ass in the Alabama river (and I mean that)
You hear me, youll be 20 feet deep in yo Caprice
Wit plenty seat back (you feel me)
I'm considered armed and dangerous, its dem dirty boys
AKA Montgemery Stranglers, keepin up that fuss
With that stuff from Dr. Finger (kill them bitches that snitch)
And that goes out to all my drug slingaz
Throw yo guns up.. and before you bring em down let 6 rounds bust
Blah blow blah blow
I'm the fear in yo imagination however lust and greed rolls everyday
In this whole entire nation!!
I never deny a killin so if you got that feelin
You know where I be, just grab yo heat
and we can let bullets just skeet, now feel me
fuck yo pride cuz its time to ride and if I die tell my folks
that I went out live
But nigga get real cuz I buck to kill
and I couldnt have it no other way
feel you wit hollow point slugs, youll be wet up
from yo chest to yo face nigga
what about yo bitch clique? who they killin huh
who they burnin the shit seem lame to me
cuz them hoes saw me and dem bitches start runnin
but I'm buckin low nigga, and I'm bucking high nigga
lite up the whole damn sky like the fourth of july
wit my pistol fire
because we brang the noise now we can play wit some thangs
but I bet you they wont be toys
bitch youll get destroyed boi boi
now yous a goner take it how you wanna
I'm gone off bohemian crunk yessa
them dirty boys love to rumble cuz we always rule
I'm down to die for my nigga, 'cause there's just that much love
I'm down to smoke with my nigga, 'til there ain't no more bud
I'm willin' to kill for my nigga, when he's in need of slugs
It's 'til the end with my nigga, screamin' out "dirty thugs"
Now that some deep shit
Well fuck it that's my folk for life
And I'm gon' ride for that nigga, whether morning or night
And that's aight, 'cus I know he'd do the same for me
It's twelve o'clock midnight and he bringin' heat to the streets
Kept me on my feet
And introduced the nigga to the game
Gave me my first sack of rocks, to blow them rock monster's brains
And shit didn't change 'cus my nigga said we'll ball forever
And when we hit the industry, we gon' sell a million records
Yes sir, that's why I'm down for my nigga like that
And if you hear my nigga's shit
I'll take two bullets in my back and that's a fact
'Cus I guess it's just in our blood
Nigga, we folks to the heart but our relation is cus', nigga what
So fuck a hatin' bitch and what they done said
'Cus we gon' always stick together and be all about our bread
Fuck them feds
My nigga, we gon' get it anyways
Whether it's throwin' down on niggaz
Takin' they Tommy and they J's
And we stay blazed and plus I'm always down for action
'Cus if we see them fuck niggaz, you best believe we blastin'
And freakin' different hoes every week
Ain't this a shame the game we got, makin' bitches fall to our feet (Haha)
Outlast 'em all 'til we dead and gone
I know one thing they gon' remeber that clique Dirty from here on
So gon' and cry, and wipe them tears from your eye
'Cus if I die before you I'ma keep it live in the sky
[Chorus]
Now we gon' ride 'til the day we die
Them Dirty Boys showin' the love, that you other thugs ain't got
We gon' ride 'til the day we die
Them Dirty Boys showin' the love, that you other thugs ain't got
We gon' ride 'til the day we die
Them Dirty Boys showin' the love, that you other thugs ain't got
We gon' ride 'til the day we die
Them Dirty Boys showin' the love, that you other thugs ain't got
Now ain't nobody on this earth that can keep us apart
The only nigga worth me creepin' in the dark, that's my cousin
This ain't the same blood no lie
I got love for ya boy to take another man's life
Through out this song I'ma tell you how I feel inside
I never know when I'm gon' die so I'ma tell you right now
I love you like a brother, you know that, I mean it with my heart
I know you down for me, you showed that, when times got hard
I damn near raised ya, takin' you from a boy to a man
We on the corner runnin from the tough streets, rocks in our hand
And when it was over, shit we just laughed and got high
And talked about them bitches we fucked and the ones that we tried
And I ain't lyin' my nigga you smilin' 'cus you know it's the truth
Most of the hoes I ran through hell you fucked too
And you was there for me when I got my first piece of ass
And you was there for me when I smoked my first reefer sack
And you was there for me when I creeped them D's off them 'Lacs
And you was there for me when I robbed my first ki' of crack
So when I die, everything I got belong to you
Make sure when I die, them niggaz you run with be true to you
I take the first one back I mean that, but it be with some love
But when I die you can have everything except my gurl
And when I die make sure you keep up the love for the dope
And when I die remember to minimize your love for a hoe
And when I die remember when cookin' coke let it bubble up slow
And promise me the fuckers who killed me ain't be breathin' no mo'
And when I die keep two glocks cocked on your side at all times
G's a G don't be ashamed to serve a gun for dime
Look out for my mama!
And promise to keep my sister in line
You represent Big Pimp on every verse in your rhyme
And when I die put a fifth of Thunderbird off in my casket
When I die sneak a pound of killa herb off in my casket
When I die loaded cocked two 45's off in my casket
That way when I get to hell I can have something to blast with
When I die be sure to keep respectin' your mom
And when I die make sure no man bring our family no harm
And when I die be sure to cherish every word in this song
Because I promise you, if I ain't mean it, I wouldn'ta wrote none
Before I die I wanna thank the Lord for Mr. G
But if he take you first, shit I'll blow my brains in the street
(now that's deep)
[Mr. G]
Oh yes it's I
The gangsta that be leavin' niggas bloody
Told ya that you can hurt
Mr. G gettin' nutty
You get hauled off
My clique'll break you off
I run with nothin' but G's
They all claim boss
You might get lost when we get hold to ya
Representin' that Wood
But don't ya know what we'll do ya
Put them bullet holes through ya
Now you havin' no future
Didn't really wanna do it
But you was beggin' me to shoot ya
I show my folks much love round my way
Cause if it's beef then I need them
Them all gon' spray
Them all got K's
Shit them all don't play
And to them ones that's fakin'
Them all gon' pay
I got these niggas lovin' this old Dirty ass shit
Plus I got them bitches rubbin' me all over my dick
Now we all gon' ride until the day we die
Fuck them other niggas cause my G's get live
[Hook]
Now we be dipped in that black
Tote my clips to the right
We gon' stay poppin' 6 from the day till the night
We gon' stay stackin' cheese cause we grind to get paid
We gon' stay representin' nigga hittin' on blades
Repeat
[Mr. G]
We got G's in the front
We got G's in the back
We got G's all around cause they down like that
We got G's in the South in the East in the West
Fuck with these and believe that you gon' be put to rest
Now don't try to test cause this shit is for real
Comin' through slangin' steel
Knockin' niggas off they heels
What the deal hoe
You know I'm out to get my cheese
Makin' you niggas bleed
Just to stay on my feet
Keep a fat sack of weed just to have my mind throwed
Rollin' with Optimo
Cheefin' till ain't no mo'
Nigga we holla fo'
Fuck with us and get smoked
Choke ya until you cold
Watch how quick you get broke
So if we collide
I puttin' out yo lights
I know that it ain't right
It's just how I feel inside
My clique thugged out
You know what we about
We spittin' game at hoes cause we straight from the South
Hook
[Mr. G]
Now all my G's known to put a nigga to sleep
All my G's bury niggas 6 feet deep
All my G's never leave they house without that heat
And all my G's know we runnin' these streets
All my G's known to put a nigga to sleep
All my G's bury niggas 6 feet deep
And all my G's never leave they house without that heat
And all my G's know we runnin' these streets
Hook
Y'all niggas just don't know
Y'all niggas don't never understand how these G's do it
Uh, but we stay dipped in that black from the day through the night
[Intro]
[In a little kids voice]
Uncle Pimp and G
[G] What's up
Could you read us a hoodtime story please?
[G]Y'all all in the trap
[G]Ok, ok...Here we go
[Verse 1: Big Pimp]
Once upon a time not long ago, lived two cousins that was broke
With no money in their pocket, they result to sellin' dope
Movin' everythang from regular weed, crack-cocaine, and 'dro
Didn't want the MPD's to catch 'em so they kept it on the low
Bought another and another, broke bread with each other
Sell that butter in the hood and give the rest to their mother
Other brothers wanna flex, then that simp is gettin' fucked up
Call him Gangsta, oh and you may call me Silky Pimp Cutta
Hustle like a mother... gul hand filled with clusters
Alabama on my back, best believe I got the muscle
Crank the 'Lac we gotta roll, they stole the rims up off the Nova
Comin' back from Texas, undercovers tryin' to pull us over
Ridin' up the block doin' eighty-three (eighty-three)
I bet it was some motherfucker hatin' on me (hatin' on me)
Dave the Dope King, supplyin' all the flow
Went to court last week and snitched on all his folk
[Chorus x2: chops and splices with variations throughout the chorus]
Choppin' down the block bitch
Choppin' down the block bitch
Choppin' down the block bitch
Choppin' down the block bitch
[Verse 2: Mr. G-stacka]
Let me take you back to when the Pimp & Gangasta +Hit Da Flo+
You knew the South was finna blow when Pimp & Gangsta hit the do'
Nothin' but the southern slang, you hear it every time we spoke
Now niggaz hollerin' "Here we is", throughout the east and west coast
Represent the Gump, let 'em know that Bama got flow
Put it on the map, make 'em adapt to all my country folk
Every city that we go, pack the club and rock the show
Get respect from Gangstas, Vice Lords, Bloods, and the Locs
In the hood they crown us both, kings over all the fakers
Niggaz know they can't fade us, that's way them niggaz hate us
Meanwhile we switched labels, now we with the Mob bitch
J Prince made it able, cause we spit that hard shit
Blackklown a hard clique, as bout as hard a clique can get
Now that we on top, don't no niggaz wanna start shit
The problems that I deal wit' ain't deep enough to have me stoppin'
Hop off in the Chevy, flip-floppin' down the block choppin'
La-da-da-daaaa
Ooohh-oooh, ohhh yeah
[The Pimp]
I'm comin' hard with this killa game
And I'ma make 'em all realize that they about to be broke
Young shawty it's a pimp in the air
And if you really didn't care, what you callin' me for
It's all about the game that I kick
To get inside her head and make her wanna lick on it quick
The silly trick suck it up like a tick
The average playa don't understand what the Pimp be gamin' her with
Don't give a damn who you claimin' you with
Because I know you in love every time I see yo pretty brown eye contacts
I got you grippin' yo seat
Cause I know you plan to sweat girl every time I see ya smile back
I ain't pretty or nothin'
But still I got enough game to back it all up when I leave
I got another trick up my sleave
I'm killin' 'em softly every time I get 'em down on they knees
I know you want these N-U-T's
Cause I do a lot of shows and you think I got plenty cash
Saw a bunch of girls in the past
So I'm only chillin' with pretty chickens that ? keep a pretty stash
So you know I ain't finna pass
A pretty opportunity to get them girls sprung with the tongue
So tell the freaky trick I'm finna come
So watch me ??
I cut 'em up and let 'em up then I'm gone
[Chorus]
I wanna be
Candyman
I want to be your
I wanna be your Candyman
Girl let me be your Candyman
I wanna be your Candyman
Yeah let me be
I wanna be your Candyman
I'll make you say
Ooooohh
[Da Gangsta]
Now it ain't nothin' but the freak in me
To spit this game and make yo broad wanna sleep with me
See I know you wanna creep with me
I got a fifth of that Hennessy and some killa that'll weaken yo knees
Dirty skeez won't you freeze at ease
And drop to the beat
Or better yet won't you lay on yo back
But you need to stop teasin' me
By squeezin' me and just let my finger get to workin' with that
You know the game that I'm kickin' is fat
I met you last night and I already got the game in check
When you heard my words
I struck a bloody nerve
I see the way I got you jumpin' when I'm kissin' yo neck
Don't be afraid of them playa effects
Silly whoa don't you know that my game got you goin' for broke
So when you choke off that contact smoke
I got that game to break you down and plus a lil' some for yo throat
And when I'm done I'm ready to go
I'm walkin' out yo do'
I leave ya down butt-naked on the flo'
Understand that you messin' with a pro
When this night is over ain't no need for you to call me no mo'
Cause I'm headed to the next show
To get the next whoa to scheme her outta all her dough
Y'all know what I came here fo'
A playa from the South spittin' true thang run 'em low
I wanna be yo Candy-nigga
[Chorus]
Candyman
I wanna be your Candyman
I wanna be your Candyman
Let me be your
I wanna be your Candyman
Your Candyman, your candy-licker, your Candyman - Candyman
I wanna be your Candyman
Make you say
Oooooh
[Da Gangsta]
I know you wanna bring yo cheese to me
Is it to keep it steady pleasin' me
That what it seems to be
Now let me tell ya what it means to me
I'll show you what you really need to see
If you come sleep with me
[The Pimp]
Now look here shawty called me up when he leave
I'll come on over beat you down all night to this song
You know the situation so wrong
Me creepin' and sneakin' up in yo house when yo man leave home
But this gator head on bone
You makin' it worse because you babblin' about yo thong
Boostin' me up on the phone
To come on in and creep what I can
And then I dash on
I got yo mind - oooh it's so blown
You know that it's gone
I bend you over headfirst to the floor
Girl I got the keys to yo door
You know you do understand when I lay you down I gotta go
You know what I came here for
So don't be trippin' when I come try to claim you don't know
We finna make a flick trick
So get on yo knees
We gon' call it "Strip Deep Throat 4"
And to all the whoas that don't know
You need to stop teasin' and let a playa just splash in them hips
You need to lick around on the tip
I'm the Candyman so you know I got some sweet for them lips
I wanna be
[Chorus]
Candyman
Your Candyman, your candy-licker, your Candyman
I wanna be your Candyman
I wanna be your
I wanna be your Candyman
Your Candyman, your candy-licker, your Candyman
I wanna be your Candyman
Make you say, make you say, make you say
Oooooh-ooooh-ooooh
Lay down on the floor let me hit it from the back
Why you trippin' baby why you actin' like that
I wanna be your Candyman
I wanna be your Candyman
I wanna do things you never felt before
Let me be your Candyman - Candyman
Big Pimp aka all up off in yo main gul drawers
Frank Dingaling the dirty hog
Thats some of that Peruvian weed
ok, ok ok ok ok
Now everyday is a pimpin day so...
I slide on my 'llac with black alligators
Feather in my hat wit a 3 piece tux
Ice in my grill plus my rollie stay plush
Don't got no main lady cuz i dont like to fuck
Just got one I can trust to bust these keys down to dust
Split these g'z out with us shut these p'z down to flush
I got sluts that can puff and blow yo nuts till they bust what
We bending corners in a plush crush (oh lawd)
And keep 2 clips cuz im quick to bust (on yall)
One pimp 4 hoes so we gone ball we got a case of yak so my dick won't fall
Them 20 inches got that Coup Deville sittin tall
Eight 12's beat the hinges off the trunk like stonewall
And we gone creep when we crawl here we come
We poppin 65432 and here comes the 1 and that's for real
[chorus]
I'm bending cornersin my Cadillac
Pistol under my seat wit a sack full of crack
Smoking hay (hay) getting blown (blown)
Im bending corners in my Cadillac
4 hoes In the back One head in my lap
Getting head (head) on the road (road)
Now, its eight rules to my game of life
Rule 1: learn em all and follow em right
Rule 2: don't take no shit from none of these hoes
Just be bought 2 things fuckin em out and leavin em broke
Rule 3: if you ever get some bread to buy a key
Make sure the nigga you getting it from don't work for the MPD
(your under arrest)
Rule 4: If you ever try to kick in a doe, kick it right the first time
You dont lay out the back doe
Rule 5: Most important keep yo Southern pride
Fuck what they sayin hind closed doors you know the South get live
Rule 6: Tell them playahaters to suck yo dick, get mad like a bitch
Cuz they shit aint droppin hits
Rule 7: Aww naw now that shouldve been 1
Don't eva leave the house without being strapped wit a gun
Rule 8: Just repeat 1-7, and if you eva get to heaven
hug my late uncle Kevin
Bring it back now
Them 20 inches got that Coup Deville sittin tall
Eight 12's beat the hinges off the trunk like stone wall
We gone creep when we crawl here we come
We poppin 65432 and here comes the 1
And that's for real
[Chorus]
Now ask yo self am I the slickest pimp you eva saw
They call me Peter Westraw the devil's son in law why
I know you niggaz don't know how
To make the sadidiest hoes snort powder and get live
Been doing this shit since the age 5, way back in 85' and I still aint tired
But why? Cuz that's something that yall need to know
When I empty out yo block im gone fill it wit holes
Bring it back now them 20 inches got that Coup Deville sittin tall
Eight 12's beat the hinges off the trunk like stonewall
And we gone creep when we crawl, we poppin 65432 and here comes the 1
And that's for real
[Lil Burn One]
I hate's to wake up, another day tryin' to stack that cake up
Lookin' at the time but I ain't lookin at no Jacob
No food in the refrigirator, no toilet paper
Wondering how he made it so that make me a hater
Another rapper with big dreams
I'm on the outside lookin in at this big screen
Like the shit ain't been the same since 'Pac and Biggie died
I'm wishin that the rap game would bring Lil Burn alive
But what the fuck is my opinion when niggaz out here making millions
And I ain't got a god damn dime
A pot to piss in and my raps the only thing I can say mines
So I'm out here on the grind
Just tryin' to get in where I fit, cause on the street I'm the shit
And niggaz waitin' for me to get legit
Cause they know it's all good, when Burn come stuntin' through the hood
Like summer and decorate the whole Alabama
[Chorus]
That's why I
Wake up everymorning and lace my shoes up tight
Cause I know I might have to run
From these folks if I'm caught with this gun
But I still, get out on the block
Hustle what I can before my trap get hot
Cause I know my children got to eat
They need chlothes and shoes on they feet
That's why I
[Mr. G-Staka]
Man that's why I, runnin from these folk
Cause I stay strapped, cause got a pocket full of dope
But if they find I'm hustlin this 'dro
Then they gon lock me up so I can't hustle it no mo
But I'm not lyin, that's why I grind
Spending my time, trying to get mine
Cause ain't nothin' free, off in these streets
And everyday I'm runnin from the MPD
So I tie my J's, tight as I can
And tuck my .45 deep off in my pants
Cause the shit get sad, makin' me mad
And I can't stack my G's, with these p's on my ass
Don't wanna stay up alone, but I need me some cash
That's why I hustle hard, just to come up fast
And standing in the yard with a bag full of grag
Servin every junkie' can't let nothing pass
[Chorus]
[Big Pimp]
Man this cold water stank
That's why I put a top on my drank
In the club, I don't know how these niggaz and girls think
One meek would probably have my whole mind erased blank
Late at night hunchin a bow leg dog behind a bank
And I ain't sayin, that I'd fuck a dog in the ass
But how I'm gon know what I'm doin if my mind gone bad
I'm a pimp, so tell me how my fans gon respect that
Everytime my song come on in the club, I get naked
Cabbage patchin with draws on my head
Never know when I might snap wishin all y'all was dead
To prevent that, I stay ping pongin hoes like a rit rat
Every Sunday a pot of turnips mixed with pig fat
The pig feet, the pig ears, and the pig back
That make yo stomach weak, then city boy get back
The Dirty south where country niggaz live to get fat
And rearrange our cocaine is a good crack
You can be thirty five still get ya jaw cracked
Rollin' yo eyes gettin loud trying to talk back
Cause shit mama plus belt equal cross back
I loss a half a block, and still tryin to crawl back
Hoping the good luck fairy make ya fall back
But my children hungry so that kill all that
Just suck it up and try to intercept the ball back
Praying to God my laces don't be tied in all black
[Verse 1 - G]
We be 6 deep creepin'
In a Deville sittin' up on D's with the suspension squeakin'
Got us some P, runnin' the D's so we gon' smoke this weekend
I'm with my G's, if we got beef, we gon' commense to squeezin'
Bullets commense to skeetin'
Give my whole clique one reason
Why we shouldn't slang crack and cocaine, nigga my pockets weak and
So I'ma bring in everythang, then my G's ain't eatin'
So the result is layin' you down with them Tec-9 bullets skeetin'
That's all we know so that's how we go grab the ski mask for disguisin'
Can't let him see me cause he gon' know me and it'll be too surprisin'
Fuck this nigga cause I'm ridin'
Tryin' to come up so quickly
No time to stall, lickin' 'em all, got a whole team that's strictly
Ready to ball, stand up tall and they all move so swiftly
Them niggaz ain't scared, they do it for bread
See they gon' come go with me
Bustin' up heads and lettin' loose lead
And what do yo rhyme even matter
After you licked you ain't worth shit we get what we got and we scatter
Back to the crib, divide this here, my pockets is gettin' fatter
Yours getting flatter
When you heard the glass shatter
That means me and my niggaz done gathered
Now you bout to feel the wrath of
Somethin' that you wished you hadn't of
And all I can say is back up because I'm bout to act up
I get the stash from the back from the move
I got a good alibi we could use
We took the dead bodies off in the pool
And put the gloves that we used in the stool
Shit, you gon' have to flush that too
Make sure that you see what you do
Cause if the PIG find out then we through
Then it's off to the County for a few
But that's not how the story is told
Shit, one of us gon' have to go
Cause if them PIG's find out that we stole
We gon' have to bust back at them hoes
So get yo glock ready to reload
Haul ass real fast not slow
Cause on the block is 3rd patrol and they'll beat ya till yo body swole
We need to find somewhere to hide this dough
Shit, what about behind the school
We can come get it later on man just wait for the spot to cool
Got back get the money any way
Split it up, give them niggaz about a eighth
I hid a couple G's down by the lake
Hell yeah I got 'em but they'll be straight
[Verse 2 - Pimp]
We be 6 deep creepin'
In a Deville sittin' up on D's with the suspension squeakin'
Got us some P, runnin' them D's so we gon' smoke this weekend
I'm with my G's, if we got beef, we gon' commense to squeezin'
Bullets commense to skeetin'
Give my whole clique one reason
Why we shouldn't ride a car full of ki's, we got children we feedin'
Comin' from Texas through New Orleans it gets thin and I'm lickin'
Mack 'em and leave, they gotta eat, either it's grindin' or pimpin'
Never get caught slippin'
Need a Cadillac to dip in
Do you niggaz wanna pitch in on a gallon of beer or hard gin
Getting drunk before we start lickin'
I know a nigga we can hit for 10 –10 ki's in his grandma den
The back door finna get kicked in
It's another way we can get in
Cut the roof cause it's made out of tin
4 niggaz jumpin' out the shit then
2 niggaz in the car waitin'
Pitch black so we can't see in
Get off my hip nigga stop pushin'
We get caught, we goin' straight to the Pen
One fluke, then we all turned in
Getting life for this Devilish sin
Move slow nigga so we can hear 'em
Where the flashlight so we can see 'em
If they woke then we gon' have to kill 'em
That ain't the reason my folks came here
The old lady came out on the porch
Took her in the house, sit on the flo'
Man, what you came out here fo'
Now I'm gon' have to tie you with rope
We hit the safe then we up out the do'
We done got what we came here fo'
Crank up the car, move nigga, let's go
I here (Whhooop!!) nigga there go the folks
Move slow, cut the clutch, let's roll
I grab the dough then I hit the back road
I was high but now it's low man somethin' told me to kill that hoe
Runnin' through the woods, my feet got so'
Too damn dark, don't know where to go
Smelled barbecue by Cassy's store
Hit the train track by Smiley Co.
Tryin' to get to my grandma's house
Way on Goode Street, man that's out
We 6 Deep, we look suspicious, man we need to spread out
Me and T runnin' side by side
Me and he, both of us so tired
Fly wide open through Cedar Park tryin' to see if we can find us a ride
Ain't nobody standin' outside
Whole damn neighborhood too quiet
See the police so we still tryin' to hide
Cross Mobley Highway when they ride by
I – need somethin' I can try
I – see a nigga right now
Standin' up at Domino's waitin' for his food outside
We – took that niggaz Caprice
We – took that niggaz supreme
Large pepperoni pizza, ham with extra cheese
If I'm liein' bitch I'm flyin'
We full plus we ridin'
10 Ki's in the trunk headed straight to Riverside
It's time to get real shiesty now
A bag with 10 bricks
Me and G hid 4 and split 6 with the clique
Now we 2 deep creepin'
In a Caprice sittin' up on D's with his music beatin'
Got us a trunk full of them Ki's so we gon' cook this weekend
Bustin' them Ki's down to O-Z's cause it's cocaine season
So don't get caught sleepin'
We be 2 deep creepin'
In a Caprice sittin' up on D's with his music beatin'
Got us a trunk full of them Ki's, we gon' cook this weekend
Bustin' them Ki's down to O-Z's cause it's cocaine season
[Chorus]
It's that weed, reefa, marijuana, herb down here we call it that wood
off in tha south YEANHEARD (repeat yeanheard 9 times)
[Big Pimp]
Now it's that weed, reefa, marijuana that got me twisted
Hell we runnin' that wood awfuly somethin' good so we stay blistered
Off that thunder birdy yac
Dirty rolled dem auctimo's by the pack cuz' they bust so slowly
And credited a sack from Pimpy Small cuz' you know he know me
Hold on now that blunt comin' my way so high you hit it for me
Plus you baby sittin', shit you tryin' to hog all the dope
Nigga stop runnin' off at cho mouth for you run out all this smoke
But yet you wonder why you don't get high yo eyes aint red
You off up in hea hittin' that wood like yo bitch ass scared
You aint no chiefa foreal I peeped yo ass through the rear view mirror
You in the back hittin' that dope like you smokin' a black
And if it aint none of that killa cream then that dope aint no fiah
We roll em' fat like snicker bars and blow that smoke in the sky
And that aint no lie cuz' we some Dirty niggas born to die
Hell I can't tell, it seem to me like we was born to get high
And raise hell off that
[Chorus x 2]
[Mr. G]
I don't know that yall bitches smokin' on in the east and the west
But I know down south shit my niggas smoke the best
We chief that wood wood bitch you know that good good
That greenchy green get cha high off in my hood hood
My eyes be low, my throat be warm, and plus it's half way numb
And if I hit that thing too hard that smoke calapse my lungs
Yall don't feel me, that's that shit my niggas blaze in the Gump
And if you aint hittin' no wood like that you must been smokin' bunk
Now what cha rollin' wit' shit we roll them dudge mastas
We used to smoke them Swisher Sweets, but them bitches run faster
Don't be jealous jockin' me because my wood some skank
Someone puff action smoke one blunt and have the whole house stank
And all that shit they talkin' bout' brah it aint all that it seem
Hell I don't even know why they smokin' that wood it aint all the way green
Know what I mean? Off in the village is where we kept them blunts bunted
Up under the stairs lookin' out to see if security comin'
Cuz' we stay gone off that
[Chours x 2]
[Big Pimp]
It's that green wood that I inhale that got me lost
Movin' slowly nigga hold me before I fall
[Mr. G]
It's that green wood that I inhale that got me lost
Movin' slowly nigga hold me before I fall
[Big Pimp]
It's that green wood that I inhale that got me lost
Movin' slowly nigga hold me before I fall
[Mr. G]
It's that green wood that I inhale that got me lost
Movin' slowly nigga hold me before I fall
[Big Pimp]
It's that green wood that I inhale that got me lost
Movin' slowly nigga hold me before I fall
[Intro: Big Pimp]
Hahaha
Yeah, Dirty Boyz back
I know in life, sometimes it seem like you might be stressed
with a lotta problems that you can't answer
But sometimes you gotta go to somebody like..
your mama, your grandma, or... hell my nigga, shit
just get down on them knees at night... and ask the Lord
'Cause sometimes man, we can't answer everything for ourselves
Sometimes..
[Verse 1: Big Pimp]
Sometimes this world have a nigga spirit so low
You gotta look up just to see the flo'
Man, I don't understand how my life supposed to go
With no instructions, tell me Lord how I'm suppose to know
The only path we learn to take is criminal-thug-killers
Psycho-mad gang members, robbers, and drug dealers
Sometimes the ones that act concern be the ones that burn
Them niggaz you think your homies'll cut you when your back is turned
That's why you watch your front, and never slip with your eyes closed
Niggaz down here will kill ya and leave your eyes open
I never gave a damn about nan bitch that ever left me
I only gave a damn 'bout al'n bitch that ever help me
On one of these song I had to asked my mama to pray for me
I got a good heart, so I know God got a place for me
Can't wait to see... my niggaz Tupac and B.I.G
Big Pun, Aaliyah, Jam Master J, and Eazy-E
My niggaz Bad Ed and Willie D off Mildred Street
Everybody put your hands up if you feeling me
If me and G ain't have the love from y'all, where would we be?
That's way 'fore every show I gotta get down on my knee
If y'all can spend y'all bill money just to come see me
I ain't ashamed to thank all y'all for feedin' my seeds
If God gave His only Son, what 'bout Pimp and G?
If Jesus died for the world, me and G gon die for the streets
[Chorus]
Awww
Sometimes I'm in the hood, sometimes I'm on the block
Sometimes I'm selling wood, sometimes I'm selling rocks
Sometimes I fight them tears, sometimes I wanna cry
Sometimes I wanna live, sometimes I wanna die
Sometimes I call my homies, sometimes I call on Jesus
Sometimes I call my mama, sometimes because I need her
Sometimes I fight the tears, sometimes I wanna cry
Sometimes I wanna live, sometimes I wanna die
[Verse 2: Mr. G-stacka]
Sometimes I wish that I was never born
But wander when I go, when I get ghost, how my folk gon truly morn
I pray the Lord'll take me in His arms
But all the hell I made since I been raised, shit I know that's where I'm goin'
Sometime to clear my mind, I smoke and ride
Bust the blunt and put the 'dro inside, now I'm smokin' till I'm high
To ease the pain and help me get by
But gettin' by this pain is fuckin' with my brain, no matter how I try
Thug until I die(until I die), just look me in my eye(in my eye)
If you look deep inside, you'll probably see a thug cry
From all I been through(been through), we 'posed to been blew(been blew)
That's cause it been due, and niggaz knew we been true
Love for the real G's (G's), love for the real streets (streets)
Love for the real thugs (thugs), slugs for the real weak
Sometimes I feel like "Fuck the world", cause it's been fuckin' me
That's why I never sleep
[Chorus]
Ain't y'all them boys who be hollerin' "The Gump"?
- We sholl iz
Ain't y'all them boys who smoke wood and stay drunk?
- We sholl iz
Ain't y'all them boys who be talkin' all slum?
- We sholl iz boy, we sholl iz boy, we sholl iz
Ain't y'all them boys who be choppin' that blow?
-We sholl iz
Ain't y'all them boys who be sellin' them hoes?
-We sholl iz
Ain't y'all them boys slammin' Cadillac do's?
-We sholl iz boy, we sholl iz boy, we sholl iz
[Verse 1: Mr. G-stacka]
Now first of all to set it off, we from the southside
So homeboy, don't be runnin' your mouth cause we'll ride
You probably say "Them boys Dirty so shiesty", you damn right
You took too long to gives up our props, so gon' ni
We represent them pimps, them gangstas, them dirty guls
I'm down for all the thugs, cause nigga we run the world
Ain't nothin' y'all can tell me, I stay gone off that dope
And when I'm with my Folks, aye mayne, we act a Billygoat
They ask me what's my name, I tell them That Boy Nutty
No, he be not your buddy, cause he'll leave you bloody
They love to call us county, hell we from Alabama
But I'm gon' bet you this, we got some shit your clique can't handle
But never mind them, cause we know we from the slum
And no matter how you take it, we as filthy as they come
No need to bring your guns, you best be tryin' to run
Cause lyrically, we bring the heat, spit bullets off our tongues
Some niggaz claim they dons, but we just claim we tight
'Fore you get off into this game, be mo' precise bout what you right
So tell me how you feel, to know that we so cold
You can't get mad, you knew that when we made y'all "Hit Da Flo"
So tell me what y'all know, see y'all gon' always say shit
But if you do not spray shit, then y'all be bout some play shit
But I'm about to lay shit... down, nigga hit the ground
Dirty Boyz, y'all the real, you so goddamn trill
We sholl iz
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Big Pimp]
Now you might catch me in my '84 Fleet Brough-ham
Or '68 Chevy small block with the cam'
Forever pimped out, cause that's who I am
Forever on the grind, tryin' to sell a million grams
They call me Daddy Hall, game sweet like yams
In your main girl drawls, she just suckin' on my ham
Well I be goddamn, we got this thang crunk
A lot of haters made cause we blowed up the Gump
In '99 we dropped the hit single "Rollin' Vogues"
We signed with Universal then we made ya "Hit Da Flo"
We kept them rhymes cold, we sacked them dimes swole
We kept them hoes freaky gettin' blowed off that snow
Outer-town niggaz joke, because we talk slow
Damn right nigga, what you wanna talk fast fo'?
You know we from the city where we known to kick do's
Hog-tight your folks with rope, hit he block with your dope
We was raised cut-throat, whole family out the Cove
Grandma house ( ? ) ( ? ), back behind legit store
Aunt and Uncle, Peggy, Van had some cousins that I know
Rodney, ( ? ), Trina, Tracey, little bitty Bo Bo
We mobbed on these streets, we robbed on these streets
My grandma and Dr. King, hell they marched on these streets
You can joke about the south, but we still got our pride
We some hillbilly, Alabama niggaz till we die
[Hook]
We rollin' vogues wit triple gold on Cadillac's
Smokin' doja gettin' blowed up, chillin' in the back
Smokin on that wood got my mind feelin' right for when I ride out tonite
And I'm quick to pull any trick that I like because I'm so pimp tight
REPEAT
[Pimp]
Well I wanna pimp all the hoes
In a L-Dog Lac, gold shoes sittin' on vogues
Say you wanna roll reefer slow
Two niggaz in the back gettin' hi straight smokin' my dope
I know you love it when you see me ride
You run and hide because you know that I'm bringin' it live
And no disrespect, if they cash the check
They comin' out wit the .45 between they eyes
Young nigga can you feel me
I know you wanna kill me but you can't touch the G
I got dick for them sluts to beat
Plenty game for them hoes so you can't fuck wit me
We comin' straight from the S-O-U-T-H, true P-L-A-Y-A
You in the land of the Candyman
You best crown the man and never playa hate
We get hi like everyday
Got some killa ass weed, do you wanna participate
Fuck nigga don't hesitate
Take two puffs of the blunt nigga straight pass it to me
I make yo girl wanna masturbate
So bend on over and shake that ass in a faster way
Tonite I can be yo candy licker
Yo big dick sticker nut 'em up in a nasty way and.....
Hook
[Mr. G]
Well it's Friday night and I'm feelin' aight
Got a pound and a pocket full of optimos
Rollin' 4 deep in my Caddy smokin' weed
Tricks sweatin' me but I ain't finna jock them hoes
(Pimp:But young pimp we can stop them hoes
and show them hoes what niggaz from the South be like)
Get on in, we got weed and gin
But tell yo friend that we goin' to the fight tonite
Open up the doors to the club and show me love
And if you scared get up on this bud
A fifth of that Henn ??????? and I'ma freak you like you never was
Later on let me lick you up and all around
And watch yo pants come tumblin' down
This lame got a squeaky bed but bitch gimme head
And when you done we can fuck on the ground
Cause I know you like them freaky sounds
But hold on baby, I know you ain't tryin' to fake the funk
You must take me for a young ass punk who can't make ya jump
I'll freak yo ass till yo back get slumped
And I know you wanna ride in my drop-top Lac
Cause it's pretty and it's sittin' on vogues
Wit a candy paint job that'll light the whole block up
Are you blind from the shine of my spokes and.....
Hook
[Pimp]
I know you really wanna know why
This young ass pro I treat them hoes like Eskimos
I treat 'em dirty cold when the door close
Comin' out they clothes till a nigga don't wanna have sex no more
See you never heard that before
But that's a young playa kickin' game ???
What you think I got the rest here for
Better respect the folk
You get boned when ????
But yeah shawty I'm a pimp though
And if you didn't know, still get the game to the up to the most
I'm not really the kind though
But if you bold enough I'll lay you down and we can fuck on the flo'
So.....
[Mr. G]
Do you wanna ride wit me
I got that yak on side of me
Collard green smoke comin' outta me
White folks comin'
Better hide the weed, ya better hide the cheese, ya better hide the ki's
That's what keeps yo pockets fat
4 or 5 niggaz in my Cadillac
Smokin' bud gettin' blazed in the back
Hoes be actin' scandalous when it comes to showin' us love
I'ma tell you hoes straight up: if you don't fuck don't hang wit us
My crew be bout that dirty shit, all about that nutty shit
If you not down to die for it then you must not be lovin' it
Bitch we.....
[Intro: Mr. G-stack]
Yeah... What?
Okay... yeah
Dirty Boyz back..
This song for all them hoes in the club
All them bad bitches
All the hoes... at least that thank they bad
You know... all them type of hoes
Check it..
[Verse 1: Mr. G-stacka]
Now when I hit them club doors, I'm in this bitch until the club close
In case I'm leavin' out with one of these club hoes
I'm at the bar throwed, off that Petron Gold
A half of ounce of 'dro, smoke until my eyes close
Check out that dance flo', shorty shake it like a pro
She drop it low and make her elbows toach her toes
I'm tryin' to get her home, so I can get her out her clothes
Sit her on this pole and see how fast her back role
Them other hoes hate her, they know they can't repace her
Got niggaz throwin' paper like she work at Club Shakers
She ain't no stripper but they tip her cause they want to cake her
Every song that she dance that's when niggaz pay her
Now that's a bab bitch, she got the club locked
Them other bitches ain't got shit on how the pussy pop
But let me show you just how bad I'll wear that pussy out
Cause you been dancin' for so long, I know that pussy hot
[Bridge]
She been dancin' off that Little Jon all night
Shorty why you all hype? Gone off the Paul right?
DJ, kill the fog lights
Y'all might not like the beat, but then again y'all might
Shorty be shakin' that ass fast like that all night
[Chorus]
Role that ass slow girl
Role that a...role that a... (R-Role that ass)
Role that ass slow girl
Role that a...role that a... (R-Role that ass)
Role that ass slow girl
Role that a...role that a... (R-Role that ass)
Role that ass slow girl
Rolie polie slow girl
[Verse 2: Bun-B]
Well if you know like I know, when you see her get at her
Since the last time I seen her, man that ass done got fatter
Look at how she pitchin' that pussy, she need her a batter
Pussy poppin' on a hand-stand, and I ain't mad at her
I'm just glad her mama and dad had her so I can find her
Pull up to that bumper behind her and straight grind her
Nigga if her ass was a rapper, I'da signed her
I see she still a bad bitch, I don't need a reminder (At all)
You know tha Bun Beater all about the booty homie
Now bend that ass over, let me put my Louie on it(man)
Boy, I tell ya... Ain't nothing like pretty asses y'all
I'm talkin' big, brown, and round like some basketballs (Hold up)
You know I love it when it jiggle like that
When I rub it and slap it and make you giggle like that
I'm down with Pimp-C, so you know I'm on my p-i
Now get down with them Dirty Boyz quit actin' like a b-i
[bridge]
[chorus]
[Verse 3: Big Pimp]
I been peepin' you up in this club
Ever since you came in you been gettin' buck
I sippin' Grey Duck, cause they fucked the Henney up
A thick juicey gul, man I finna get to her
I ask her "What her name?" She tell me that it's +Vivica+
She kinda +foxy+, bendin' over ass stickin' up
My mind blowed, plus that 'dro gotta a nigga throwed
A thick hoe, like she stuffed tissue in her clothes
Plus she been dancin' off that Little Jon allnight, aw shorty all right
The way she role that ass got a nigga dick hard like..
Black hoes, mixed hoes, some hoes all white
All these bitches in the club, most off them all night
Shawty nothin' but twenty-one, eighteen up... grown to me
But I'mma see how grown she is when I take her home and see
Behind her where I wanna be, shorty you to crunk for me
You bumpin' me, slow that ass down, that's what I wanna see
[Bridge]
We grip our...
We grip our...
We grip our...
We grip our...
[Hook:]
We grip our hands up on that woodgrain
And roll this 'Lac up through yo hood
Like da frozen mayn
We got the good green bitch
That cost a nut of yo mayn
And got them quarter cuts of oxy snow candy 'cain
[Verse 1:]
Now if you catch me in yo hood, creepin' slow
Hands gripped on that grain
I'm tryina catch some sales
Cause I got mo' dope to slang
I'm talkin' bout, quarter-ki's
All the way up to forty ki's
You wouldn't believe, how many g's
I make in one week
For those who bleed, let me introduce you to frost
This nigga soft
But to get a hit of this here gon' cost
And all work we floss, so test it
Put a lil' on ya toungue
Can't you tell my shit the bomb?
By the way yo shit got numb?
Oh this that "gotta get'cha some"
All the way down from Peruvian
The shit I got, abusin' them
They O.D., so we losin' them
Man I keep a sack of fat rocks
Nothin' but forty slugs
One hit of this buddy-bud
It'll put you on yo butt
If Peter Piper picked that pepper
Nigga, well I pick that herb
Make my way to the hood
So I can sell fresh wood, on the curb
Gotta stay about my cheese
Nigga, cause I love that cash
If you sittin' up on some g's
We gon' have to lic yo ass
[Hook:]
We grip our hands up on that woodgrain
And roll this Lac up through yo hood
Like da frozen mayn
We got the good green bitch
That cost a nut of yo mayn
And got them quarter cuts of oxy snow candy 'cain (Candy 'cain)
We grip our hands up on that woodgrain
And roll this Lac up through yo hood
Like da frozen mayn
We got the good green bitch
That cost a nut of yo mayn
And got them quarter cuts of oxy snow candy 'cain (Candy 'cain)
[Verse 2:]
I pick my wood from that stack
Let's call him Sugar Man Jack
I get my blow from the mouth so
Cause it's easy to crack
He got the finest gritty-green
And the purest of 'cain
That's why I'm a weathered entrepreneur
From the product I slang
I love them ho's
But not the ones that get they hair done, plus nails
I'm talkin' bout ass, onions, elbows and sells
We got them freaks, pops
Goin' for bout eight-fifty each
And sellin' blocks of rock-n-roll
For about fifteen a piece
I know you like them nutty-butters
We got them five-for-three
And got some twentie's and dime push-ups
Lemon-lime and peach
I'm off on the road every night
Tryin'a grind to eat
And off on my stove, with' a light
Bustin' down a ki
If Baskin & Robin's got thirty-one flavors
Then I got sixty-two
My two newest flavors
Chocolate-wood, and pearly white blue
We got that green-kiwi baby
It's so sweet and delicious
And gaurunteed to get'cha high
Everytime ya lick it
Now, if Jimmy crack corn
Then I crack rocks
I chop 'em up in blocks
So they can fit in my sock
As long as them twinky's keep on turnin'
Then we won't ever stop
Watch all them junkie's on Pirelli's
When we pull on yo spot
(Yo spot, yo spot, yo spot)
[Talking:]
For all them niggas out there ridin'
With' they hands up on the wood
Keep on ridin'
Yean heard?
[Hook:]
We grip our hands up on the woodgrain
And roll this Lac up through yo hood
Like da frozen mayn
We got the good green bitch
That cost a nut of yo mayn
And got them quarter cuts of oxy snow candy 'cain (Candy 'cain)
[Verse 3:]
We sold up all the blocks
We stack up all the rocks
We work around-the-clock
Nigga, we twenty-four hour shop
We might not ship 'em in
But boy we move 'em out
I might not be no man
Now, but I got plenty clout
I speed it for that low
Then get it out my hand
If you from outta' town
Nigga Texas will advance
You might not like my scheme
But that's just how I grind
I once was told
That you can't make no cheese
Off nickles and dimes
Now I'm yo candy-man
Sellin' plenty frozen 'cain
We keep 'em fresh
So let me tell ya how we cook them thangs
We get ounce of sugar
Mix it in a pipe
Add a cup of milk, some chopped ice
And keep it topped
We put it in the deep-freezer, let it hard rock
You gotta bust in on the floor, cause it's a hard block
Now get yo ice-cream scooper
So you can skeet them goods
And when you hit the hood
Keep yo hands up on the wood
[Hook:]
We grip our hands up on that woodgrain
And roll this Lac up through yo hood
Like da frozen mayn
We got the good green bitch
That cost a nut of yo mayn
And got them quarter cuts of oxy snow candy 'cain (Candy 'cain)
We grip our hands up on that woodgrain
And roll this Lac up through yo hood
Like da frozen mayn
We got the good green bitch
That cost a nut of yo mayn
And got them quarter cuts of oxy snow candy 'cain (Candy 'cain)
We grip our hands up on that woodgrain
And roll this Lac up through yo hood
Like da frozen mayn
We got the good green bitch
That cost a nut of yo mayn
And got them quarter cuts of oxy snow candy 'cain (Candy 'cain)
We grip our hands up on that woodgrain
And roll this Lac up through yo hood
Like da frozen mayn
We got the good green bitch
That cost a nut of yo mayn
[Verse: Big Pimp]
Now we been rappin' since the third grade... and I ain't lying
Y'all saw that footage Killa Dealer played... way from '89
But I said that to say this:
We paid our dues up early in the game, so why you hatin' bitch?
You don't got no love, you don't like our music? Then get off from round me
You ain't gotta speak to me, I ain't mad about it... so why you frownin'?
But If you got beef with me, we can cook it up if it's necessary
I was born and raised in Alabama... so you sho don't scare me
Cause off the top, I got love for my fuckin' city
But ain't got no love for some of these hatin' ass niggaz that's in it
Not the whole Gump, just the ones that be yappin' their mouth
Runnin' their dick-sucker 'bout shit they don't even know nothin' bout
I'm talkin' bout the ones that's puttin' out rumors sayin' we got beef wit Nelly
I'm talkin bout the ones that's sayin' Universal dropped us on our belly
Y'all niggaz wish we ain't have this deal, so that's why you lyin'
So I can imagine how you bitches felt when we first signed
Now, you can take it how you wanna take, but you gonna get it how I gi' it
It don't matter, long as you bitch ass niggaz hea' it... and see it
I represent Alabama, now who can say that?
You know we represented hard, it's tattooed on my back
The same niggaz... in our face... smiling hard... showin' their golds
Burning up... on the inside... damn near... 'bout to explode
We killing you slow lyrically wise, y'all niggaz can't fuck with the flow
You'll come out better... hittin' the do', grabbin' your dick... beatin' it slow
And a matter of fact, y'all need to be tryin' to get where we at
A record deal and a mil', my nigga we did that
Shit, you better be glad we got this deal
Cause it we ain't have it, we'll be creepin' out there
where y'all live through your window seal
Slangin' steel, and knocking them G's up out your mouth
And tying your heels, and takin' them ki's up out your house
And I'm for real, for all you other rappers down here hatin'
You gonna be here... in Montgomery struggling tryin' to make it
[Chorus]
Now WHERE THE LOVE?
I sendin' this one out to them WEAK ASS THUGS
Niggaz who talk behind our back, but won't SAY SHIT TO US
Nigga we put the Gump on the map
Now don't get mad cause y'all niggaz can't rap - THIS OUR CITY
WHERE THE LOVE?
It's so many that hate us in the bitch, WHO CAN YOU TRUST?
I ain't trustin' nan, I load, cock, AIM, AND BUST
Gotta keep the bitches off me, NIGGA IT'S A MUST
We jump this bitch first
MY NIGGA, WHERE THE LOVE
[Verse: Mr. G-stacka]
I came to lay this bitch ass niggaz down, and ain't no hollerin' bout peace
Ole bitch ass niggaz see me in the street, the first thang to speak
I don't care what you reppin', don't care who you followin'
Cause everything that come out your mouth, to me just see to be garbage
Don't test me lil' shawty
I'll get you bucked down, your career done went down
Them niggaz who knew you in the Gump, they don't know yo' ass now
So slow yo' ass down, and be careful what you speak on
Cause if that was yo diss, well I'm just sayin... that was a weak song
Cause all that booty-shake music, real G's don't us it
Please don't get upset, I'm just tellin' you how we do shit
Sissies beggin' for a deal, now keep it real
You gotta come tighter with your skills, plus listen here
I know you still sellin' out your trunk
But please sell mo' cd's then just here in the Gump, ole pussy punks
Tryin' to run up on some heavy weight champs, don't make me snap
If it wan't for us, y'all wouldn't be tryin' to rap...so don't complain
Y'all niggaz ain't ready for this game, you just too lame
And I got rhymes to eat you at the frame, you feel me mayne?
And y'all still think y'all tighter than we
Well, me and Pimp 'll blitz you on the streets or on cd
[Mr. G-Stacka]
Niggaz quick talk behind my back like that's suppose to hurt me
They don't want no real beef cause them niggaz actin' turkey
They ain't got the guts to bring it to my face
They'll rather come sideways and sneak it on a tape
But I'ma tell ya just how you put 'em in their place
Next time they tryin' to hate, tell them niggaz that they fake
I let 'em know, they don't want it they can get it any day
But they'll rather hide and be quiet 'bout what they say
Approach me with that bullshit, I bet I'll clear the way
Unload a whole full clip... of fifty out the case
See, most of y'all rookies, but I promise I'll spray
I ain't playin' with you pussies, where you stand is where you lay
A lot of niggaz talk shit, till you find out where they stay
Then them niggaz act bitch when you shootin' up the place
"Keep my name out your moth", You heard up on the last track folks
It's either that or get your jaw cracked and your back broke
[Chorus x2]
When you see me, nigga tell me how you fill - fuck-nigga
When you see me, nigga tell me what it is - fuck-nigga
Stop holdin', nigga get off your chest - off your chest
Stop holdin', nigga get off your chest - off your chest
[Big Pimp]
I'm real fuck-nigga, I ain't never been a hoe
And if I was fuck-nigga, be a man and let me know
In my face, why you talkin' shit behind closed doors
Meet my place, 4900 Cyprus Cove
Get the pressure off your chest, let it show my nigga
And better yet, when you see me throw them blows my nigga
If you real and I got bread, I owe you fuck-nigga
You say you trill come take like a soldier fuck-nigga
Man it's funny...how everything they got to say (got to say)
Ain't revealed till them Dirty Boyz ride away (ride away)
Certain niggaz got a problem, but I'ma solve it
When I snatch the pistol grip out my baby mama's closet
I'm so nice, the way I pop that 9' and the 'K
But more precise, the way I cock that 4 on side your face
You'd think I'm wrong if a nigga up and run in your house
Runnin' your tongue, don' got a lot of niggaz shot in the mouth
[Intro:Big Pimp]
Ha ha, off the top
We back, Dirty Boyz
A new beginnin' baby
We doin' this thang with Nfinity, and motherfuckin' Rap-A-Lot
Black Klown forever
All my dirty boyz representing the motherfuckin' south
Alabama that is
Off the top, we still, and we still
[Verse 1:Big Pimp]
I'm a pimp to the first degree
The same nigga teachin' the pimp game to you
Shit, he heard it from me
Occasionally, I sack and hustle herb on the street
My cousin G say mac these hoes and leave the curb up to me
So I'm oblidged--to tell every girl that I meet
She wanna ride--she gotta get some dirt on her knees
It hurt'em to see, they baby mama swervin' with me
Left out your house with some pants but had a skirt underneath
She in the heavy C-H-E-V 350 rockin' with the shift kit hurtin' the street
She on the block like she workin' the street
But if I get her in my car, I'mma have the bitch slurpin' for free
Oh you say you wanna twirk for a fee? Well I ain't no trick, BIOTCH
I'll have your ass workin' for me
They call me Peter Wee, because I flirt with the freaks
But you ain't never seen me do it, you just heard it was me
And I'm is...
[Chorus:Big Pimp] (2x)
We still pimpin' hoes, we still gangstafied
We still ridin' vogues, we gettin' high
We still in the club, we still sackin' wood
We still on them tweety dubs, we still in the hood
[Verse 2:G-Stacka]
Now you know Gangsta stayin' blacked down, with a black 4-pound
And'll bust off rounds, in your chest until your back blow out
Cause everyday I hit the corner with a cracked up ounce
Them fiends see me, boy they start to do the Crackhead Bounce
And I got grams, grams, and grams of blow
Of pure white snow, I call myself the good-dope-store
You'll catch me deep off in the hood sittin' on all gold spokes
Or probably smokin' on that wood, sippin' that Hypnot-o
And my motto is:If you ain't gangsta, you ain't livin' right
And if you ain't pimpin' we got prescriptions that'll get you tight
I come from the street, so packin' heat is just a part of life
And game on your wife, freak her one night now she a super dike
And it's the same damn thang everyday, flood the block with ya'
They don't smoke if they don't pay
I got a tech-9 in my waistline that'll leave your smoke gray
And in the hood is where you'll find me on a daily paper chase
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:G-Stacka]
Now when they see me, hell they holla "Gangsta what you got for bout two bills"
I'll give your ass a ten pack of triple stack X-pills
And that's real, cause a nigga out here tryin' to live
I hit the block with a bunch of rocks until I stack me a mil'
[Verse 4:Big Pimp]
I shack/Shaq like O'neal, thirty-two O's in the grill
I point guard with G, but I coach them hoes like I'm Phil
Niggas ask what I'll be doin' if I ain't have this deal
And I tell them "The same thang for the last eighteen years"
And that is...
Whoooo
Ride with me,ride with me,ride with me
Come on and ride with me, ride with me, ride with me
(It's them dirty boyz back one more time)
Come on and ride with me, ride with me, ride with me
(Last year we was riding vogues on tripple gold)
Come on and ride with me, ride with me, ride with me
(This time we let y'all know how we switchin' it up on y'all hoes)
(Chorus)
We ride them twinkys on 'bout everythang ('bout everythang)
We ride them twinkys on 'bout everythang ('bout everythang)
We ride them twinkys on 'bout everythang ('bout everythang)
We ride them twinkys on 'bout everythang ('bout everythang)
(Big Pimp)
We ride them twinkys on big 1500's
And it don't matter what you sittin' them on, we done already done it
And on the inside smell like wooood, cause that rifer be burnin'
And on the outside lookin' gooood, cause them twinkys be turnin'
I got them thangs shinin' hard so they match my grill (bling)
And got them big bitches twisting like four farris wheels
We from the gump so we be mashin' like we don't give a fuck
And man we sit them twinks on Capri' Classic, Lacs, and trucks
And rule number one don't let them twinkys hit the curve
And if you need two more inches call them 'twity birds'
And it ant nothin like lettin' a junky clean and wash your car
Break them off a fat dime and watch it shine like a star (get on som' little bitch)
And if you sittin' up on some nineteens then you still tight
But if you ain't ridin' twinky inch rims it don't fill right
But after a while everything you ride got to get old (alright)
But for now we ride them twinkys like we was "Rollin' Vogues"
On tripple gooold
(Chorus) X 2
(Mr. G-Stacka)
We ride them twinkys on big Escalades
Them thangs so wide man they provide my whole damn block with shade
I know you jock'em cause they shiney and they sit real high
Cause when I roll it's nothin' but rim you can't even see the tire
I keep'em glossy cause they sit up under my ride so pretty
And when the sun bank off my rim they light the whole damn city
I keep that paint job wet it's how it suppose to be
And got them guts plushed out with leather upholstery
Man we be chieffin' up a storm so them windows stay fogged
And plus I'm swervin' side to side cause we been sippin' that Paul
You know down south them boys like ridin' higher than Big Foot
And if you slippin' with your twinkys you gone get yours took
Some folks say you shouldn't even drive cause it's takin' up lanes
Man kiss my ass y'all just mad cause y'all ain't got the same thang
And shit is just a little bit different on a high speed chase(alright)
The police won cause when I come I take up all the space, up all the space
(Chorus) X 2
(Mr. G-Stacka)
I done seen some niggas in Impalas sittin' cold
I done seen some niggas in Expedations ridin' swolle
I done seen some Astro vans with some rims so big
All them niggas pushin' doolys ridin' twinky inch
I done seen some thangs on Beamers with the top drop down
I done seen some Jagurs sittin' high off the ground
I done seen some niggas in Land Cruiser sittin' tall
We sit them twinks on everythang cause hell we ride'em all
(Big Pimp)
Now I done seen them thangs on Capri' Classics and lookin' so pretty
And got them Cutlus and Regals sittin' so right when they beat through the city
And them Suburns got them thangs so right plushed out with the kit
It took a nigga from the hood to sit the twinkys on Crown Vics
And when them hoes see them thangs on Navigators they love'em
But when they see them on Lacs boy it make it easy to fuck'em
And that's all good if you got them thangs on chrome and gold
You probably catch a nigga from Slapaw ride'em on Pentos, on Pentos
[Verse 1:Wickett]
A lot of niggaz got a bitch in their blood - but they claim to be hard
Till they get hit with a slug instead it - explains it all
While everyone in the hood used to - think you was hard
But it's hard to think with your - brain in the gar-bitch
I'm off the the chain when I - blast the mag
I put what's left of your frame in a- casket bag
I put what's left of your brain in a - plastic bag
And what ever parts remain - hell, the rats can have 'em
You catch hell in the Ammo Cityscum streets
They full of monkeys and money-hungry zombies
We don't spit regular shit on a crunk beat
It's boring watchin' bitches eat lunch meat
I'd rather see a big teeth get sunked, rippin' out chunks of meat till
There's a dundee
You don't want it with me, you wanna smoke bomb G
Jump head first off a building and hit the concrete
Now, can I get an Amen?... Amen
If you fuck around wit' me, we can get your face caved in
I'm the black Wes Crav', and my staff just crave
And the crack just blaze, when they act that brave, aah
Come, I'll let my bullets +Moby Dick+
Let me put 'em inside of you
Nuttin', bustin' the blood (spish) inside of you
I'm really dishin', put them bullets inside of you
Is what I would do, if I was you
I really wouldn't fuck wit' me
Playin' me like a bitch, your shit'll get dirty
If I up the thang-thangs, finna get ugly
Shit hit the fan mayne, shit get bloody
And when it go down - of course you're scared
Your brothers they want some - the more the merrier
If they run up, it's just to go to the - morgue
And step into my world - at the mortuary
[Verse 2:Big Pimp]
I leave your block wit' your head wide open
OUT THE WINDOW, with my AK smokin'
Bro' close your do', expose ya to the hocus pocus
And you motherfuckers know it's bogus
(And you know it's bogus... that's how it is, that's how it has to be)
And I'mma stop all you motherfuckers from laughin' at me
When I bust all the glass in your classic Caprice
Instead of blastin' me, where was you?Runnin' your lyrical catastrophe
I hit the block with the glock, 'cause that's how it has to be
You ridin' partial, blow your brains in the passenger seat
You got that program and schedule, shit fucker, pass it to me
It's a tragedy, how I run up in the church where your pastor be
Or I'mma have to see, how you layin' right beside him in your casket bleedin'
Tell them sucker emcees we havin' mass this evening
[Verse 3:Wickett & Twist]
Baptized in the blood of Tupac and Jesus
Hollows from my glock and your glock releasin'
Niggaz from my block and your block deceasin'
Can't stop and won't stop because we still breathin'
Cock back and pop, niggaz drop, it's so easy
Run up and burn up a nigga house when he sleepin'
Cut up and turned out that he's alive when he screamin'
Run up in your house and snatch both of your neices
SAWED-OFF PUMP, PUSH ALL OF YOUR TEETH IN
One nigga jump, BITCH ALL US BEEFIN'
One of y'all jump, BITCH ALL Y'ALL BLEEVIN'(all y'all bleevin')
Never knew the real reason what I'm shootin' for
Get off your knees, why you prayin' to God?...
It's too late to repent, you better off prayin' to Lucifer
What I'mma use you for, ten G's I'll do you for
Another five I'll do your gul, I'll lose your gul
I ain't killin' y'all by myself
I'm like O.J. - it's two of us(Get it..two of us)
I won't hesitate to numb you bruh, won't hesitate to burn you bruh
I got a message... when you get to hell..
Ask that bitch nigga what he kill my uncle for
[Verse 4:Mr. G-stacka]
I come through strapped with two tec-9's
I wish a motherfucker try to come and test mine
I put this gat so close to your back spine
When I clap iron, bitch your back flyin'
I'm kinda gettin' tired of sellin' crack dimes
Or sittin' up in my house tryin' to sack pine
Or runnin' through my hood from the one-time
Who sometimes, supply the dime, for me to grind
I just wanna know, do you "Feel Me Ni"?
Cock that thang, throw it in the sky
I'mma let this bitch loose if you niggaz try
Tell them hoe-ass-niggaz I ain't scared to die
I ain't scared to ride, I ain't scared to taunt
My semi-automatic leavin' niggaz burnt
A couple motherfuckers got hit with the gun
The other motherfuckers wake up from the oak tree hung
Bitch, I'm dirty slum, so I ride 'round with a rusty pump
I keep it kinda close, fuck in the trunk
When the war pop off I'm the first to dump
Throw them bows in your chest like Olajuwon
Ain't no stoppin' when we ridin' - comin' at you chump
I'm the reason for the bleedin' - why you actin' dumb
Cause my hollows have you hollerin' at the top of your lungs - you filthy scum
[**Pause - Mr. G-stacka continues**]
My 'K'll heat-seek and knock a nigga off his feet
And leave him face down on this hot concrete, if this bitch want beef
Then me and my niggaz creepin' knockin' off his whole street - good grief
You get the picture?... Now motherfucker get your issue
Cause soon as I get you, I'm usin' my pistol, to carve and split you
And scare up your tissue, you bitch you
[Verse 5:Lil' Twist]
Jackin' other niggaz for dollars, that's my motto
Eliminatin' pussy niggaz with pistol poppin' hollows
To say I would never - fuck your bandana, here the block go
From bustin' concussions with simple motherfuckin' pot holes
On the offense, a pussy eater want get to even know what I hit like
In the mist of the trigger clickin', niggaz bitchin' for dear life
Be prepared for war cause I'm tellin', gunnin' you all
Carry my coat with clip, that's what the clip said and blew you roof off
ROOF OFF, shit was haul by U-Haul
You jump, and hit the trunk up with the pump and I do y'all
You fuckin' faggots can't hack it, ass backwards like RuPaul
Remember my nigga, you tremblin' get your chest blew off
These rules and regulations, to you, they do apply
So cuz is poppin', your other option is to die
You couldn't resist, and get blitzed at the drop of a dime
But I came for the cheese, so motherfucker why try
Niggaz I never heard of, get murdered
I'll pull your skirt up and show the world that you're pussy
And just show what this uzi - a' do
You motherfuckers ain't gon' believe that I'mma gut ya
Blow your bones out the structure, gonna show ya that I can touch ya - FUCK YA
Gunnin' y'all, then I hit 'em hard
Split 'em apart when I let it off, but you'll be better off
With flesh floatin', open, in a ocean
Holes poked in your throat and still smokin'
H-V nigga, Riverside - I get you motherfuckers hog tied, if niggaz try
I give a FUCK - what your men do, what you been through
Why you went to the pen dude,or who you kin to
Simple, I'm a fool black, shoot back where your kids go to school at
It's hard to react when the Mac go click-clack
* It's the
it's the eerrie pimp
eerrie pimp
eerrie pimp
eerrie pimp
eerrie pimp and gangsta!
eerie gang
eerie gang
eerie gang
eerie gang
eerrie pimp and gangsta!
[Chorus - Mr. G'stacka]
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Big Pimp)
I was that'same pimp that y'all use to call
hey lil fat daddy
and I'm still fat
now I'm pushin a pretty ass fat caddy
I ain't livin lavvy shit
I had to hustle to stack this mil
every car that I rolled out
triple deal wheels to match my grill
How you haters feel
to see the pimp and the gangsta ridin off this here?
my diamond grill shinin from eastern mall all the way to western hill
we got yo bloody cause dem dirty boys we slangin steel
at times we movin keys cross county lines to make em peel
now our safe can t close up
you probably got sum D's
but my spokes be gold n
you probably got sum dimes bro
but mine be swole up
you probably got sum rhymes
but pimpin to be so cold da
you probably got sum optimos
but none to roll up
you probably got sum ice
but mine be froz n
you probably got a gul bro
but mine be rolled up
you probably got a caddy player
but mine be smoked up
(Mr. G'stacka)
I'm slangin dem keys pickin up G's rolling through the gump
I know you jock that
the police watch that
this young gangsta dipped in chocolate
and they can t stop that
so pass the brew and just keep drankin
we ball for all thisis
we holla boss
we neva fall
we bankin wit'shankin
any hater that's talkin bout gankin
he must quit thankin
now the results of this is bullets slangin
we love that bangin
so look here mayn Don't come here wit that bullness
cause if you start to actin hard I'm gon have to pull this
a full clip that's about to explode
oh, you didn't know ?
it's dem boys dirty, dirty
act n wit dirty, dirty
he go by that bloody, bloody
six feet deep in muddy, muddy
you neva was my buddy
and ain't nann out there can hurt me
trust me
believe that
it's Mr. G who is speakin
dem pluggas I left dem tweakin
yo broad I left her leakin
I'm creepin
on another level
I know you feel this
the pimp and the gangsta
ask yo self
now who s the realest
(Chorus - Mr. G'stacka)
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Chorus - Big Pimp)
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
it's da
it's the eerrie pimp
eerrie pimp
eerrie pimp
eerrie pimp
eerrie pimp and gangsta!
eerie gang
eerie gang
eerie gang
eerie gang
pimp and gangsta!
(Mr. G'stacka)
I'm leanin back and rollin up the window, we blowin indo
creepin up through the hood hittin up my kinfolk
and if you didn't know I'm the same G they call lil skinny
No longer skinny, but I'm pushin an expedition on 2O's
And it's plenty wood in my sack, and that's a fact
Playa we roll em fat, dem big ol ball bats
Oh yes, we call em that, I love to stack and ball dogg
Don't you recall dogg the same boss that had dem bodies hauled off
from the sawed off
and they'all lost
so they payed the cost
and that's a nice price
cause I'm always with my folks
wit the black hats tilted to the right
at night, we breed
and you best believe you gonna bleed
if you step to Mr. G or
the P-I to the M to the P
Take heed because we grind too, let me remind you
I know the name is Dirty but look here we like to shine too
Smoke pine too and neva fake neva roll shake
cause we smoke mo blunts then our lungs can take
continue to hate and catch two A.K. shells to your face
Ain't got no time to waste so playa stay away from our place
You'll get a taste, cause I'll leave yo whole life a disgrace
cause it's the pimp and the gangsta wreckin towns in your state
(Big Pimp)
it's the pimp and the gangsta
quick to gank ya fo yo dope
it's the pimp and the gangsta
Slangin wood, heroin, and coke
it's the pimp and the gangsta
Servin dem junkies till they croak
it's the pimp and the gangsta
Mackin dem hoes leavin em broke
it's the pimp and the gangsta
Doin the same thang before
pushin a Lac wit triple gold D's
blazin treez and slangin dope
now everyday we smokin killa weed
slangin dust from coke or treez
on the grind every goddamn week
just to sport dem 20 inch D's
take that dope, mix enough
cook it let it bubble up
if it's not rockin up
then you must got to much cut
po it out, try again
now you got to buy sum mo
now you got to up yo price
cause you done fucked up yo dope
hit the block
make that bread
serve em to the mornin mayn
got dem junkies moanin mayn
tryin to make that money mayn
feelin good, choppin birds
cause you tryin to flo yo tea
you aint got to sweat the curb cause you went from O s to ki's
(Chorus - Big Pimp)
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Chorus - Mr. G'stacka)
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Chorus - Big Pimp)
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Chorus - Mr. G'stacka)
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
(Chorus - Big Pimp)
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's to ki's
it's da
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That's them Dirty slum boys finna lock it down this time
And when we lock it down it ain't gon' be for a little while
It gon' be for infinity
Nigga that means now and forever
[Pimp]
The Dirty slum got you mad now
We stackin' cash now
Money out the ass now
Pushin' cadillacs now
Finna hit yo stash
With my ski mask
Lick you from the back
Leave yo pockets flat
We all about that bread
I'll bust yo head
Burn yo ass with lead
Leave you where you played
I saw you tryin' to flex
You shoulda fled
If you scared say it
Too late you dead
Now I got yo block
We choppin' rocks
All off in our socks
We got the Gump locked
Now hoes wanna jock
Cause we on top
But when the Dirty drop
It ain't gon' stop
Now you heard we on the grind now
That's all the time now
Skeetin' down for dimes
I gotta get mine
The bud we smoke is ?
Sometimes it's pine
Leave yo girl blind
When this ? shine
[Hook]
And for all my niggas who got that weed
We gon' sack it up
All my niggas got some beef
We gon back it up
And all my niggas who got that cheese
We gon' rack it up
And if you sittin' on some D's
We gon' jack it up
To all my girls bouncin' ass
Won't you drop it low
All my girls spittin' game
Just be bout that dough
All my girls who gon' freak
We can freak on the flo'
And I ain't leavin' out yo house till you gimme sum mo'
[Mr. G]
My niggas is riders
Gon' off purple sky dust
We ain't no hoes nigga so don't try us
We makin' hits while these boys throwin' fists
We still gettin' rich while these dummies talk shit
But they caught the short end of the stick
Oh well
That shit they rap about
Man I'm surprised they can't tell
That's why I'm down with some niggas that's gon' bust
Them niggas ain't with us
Then them niggas we don't trust
??? he quick to turn somethin'
And Mr. Blue
He stay true
And Fat Mack keep 12-Mack
??? be down for the brawl
That nigga pimpin' small
Got some fire off the wall
V-Dog you know he boss hard
??? playa you know that nigga down to stack mail
But Big Pimp boy you shoulda been first
That nigga quick to leave a bitch nigga off in the dirt
Hook
[Pimp]
We got that thang crunk now
Up in the Gump now
Let that thang thump now
All up out yo trunk now
We goin' double plat
Right off the back
Got yo girl layin' flat
All off in her kat
We got them refer sacks
Oooh they so fat
Get ya high like crack
Put ya on yo back
Forever I be slurred
Off thunderbird
Got that caddy swurved
All up on the curb
[Mr. G]
Now we crackin' skulls
Just for the love
You claim you was a thug
But you gets drug
Plus we got them slugs
They for yo chest
Now you never shoulda flexed
Now you may rest
We flipped out on the scene
Dirty boys clean
Y'all know what I mean
All about that green
Central Squad rule
And now y'all through
When them 6 flew
Droppin' 3 plus 2
[Chorus]
Pimp life - is the only life I know(only life I know)
Pimp life - keep it gangsta with my hoes(gangsta with my hoes)
Pimp life - don't screw up, don't choose any foes(never choosin' foes)
Pimp life - that's the life I chose(that's the life I chose)
[Verse 1: Mr. G-stacka]
What is it 'bout Gangsta, that got you sprung from him
Catchin' nuts on your tongue from him, pullin' out your guns for him
Then turn right around and spend all your funds on him
Just spoilin' him, and spoilin' him, it's only two days you been knowin' him
I guess this goes to show the wimps, this boy's here born to pimp - forever
I hit the streets stuffed in the Coupe Deville with plushed out leather
With four of my baddest hoes, who knows to bring Da Gangsta chetter
No matter morning, noon, or night or any type of weather
They claim they love me, wouldn't treat no other nigga better
But I don't sweat 'em, I just tell 'em, better yet just let 'em..
Do what they do, sooner or later they'll find out I ain't true
But still official, hell they call me Mr. Jizzle
Got two of the baddest strippers lickin' on eachother's nipples
It's so simple - they just need motivation, now it's masturbation
And dick suck-u-lick-tacious, I'm facing... on every occasion
Don't need persuasion, just kick some conversation
And strip 'em naked, and make them bitches take it
'Cause I'm straight pimpin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Big Pimp](with help from Mr. G)
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I leave the club about three-thirty(*yawn*), damn near yawnin'
Been here since twelve, and hell, still ain't found no bitch worth bonin'
"I finna roll", So I work my way to the front do' - I spot Michelle
She used to fuck with this lil' dike bitch named Cocoa
But all I know though, she probably still lick that hoe low
A lot of these hoes tryin' to go pro, if you don't ask, you won't know
You still don't know her do you? [Mr. G] *Uh-uh*
She used to sell tapes for Jo Pro
[Mr G] *You ain't talkin' bout lil' short red Cocoa..
Used fuck with your homeboy BoBo*
Yep, that's her fo' sho
I was obliged to have both of them hoes off in my ride
But more obliged to see Michelle head 'tween Cocoa thighs
And if you didn't know I... was a P-I, M-P
It's in me, genetically, and it better be
From all the pimp game my uncles tellin' me
Upcomin' pimps respectin' me, game ass bitch selectin' me
Can't be the lame trick you expectin' to be
I'm a pimp lil' bitch who you expect to see
With a fifth of Hennessey and some Ecstasy
With two thick freaks sittin' next to me
In a candy pink 'Lac with the matchin' seats
Q-P stash with a dash of B
Girl, you look to sweet tryin' to dazzle me
Legs cocked up in the passenger seat
I'm a pimp, add it up mathematically
Ha Ha, you plus me equal cheese
That's how it was, that's how it is, so I'm assumin' that's how it has to be
I'm a pimp
[Intro: Big Pimp]
I'm not gonna scream at this time, nope
But I'mma let 'em know... throughout all the hatin'
and all the sticks and stones being throwed at the Pimp and da Gangsta
We stayed on our toes, all ten of 'em
No matter what, representin' Montgomery, Alabama
We still here, all debts paid
'Cause we don' paid our dues, we don' paid 'em
[Chorus]
Ooo-ooo-ooohhh, Ooo-ooo-ooohhh
I don' paid my dues - my dues - my dues (wo-ooo-ow, ooo-oo-hhh)
Ooo-ooo-ooohhh, Ooo-ooo-ooohhh
I don' paid my dues - my dues - my dues (wo-ooo-ow, ooo-oo-hhh)
[Verse 1: Mr. G-stacka]
Ok, uh
I dedicated ten years of my life, ten years on the mic
Ten years sittin' at home writin' rhymes gettin' tight
And every nigga dream is to blow up over night
But every nigga dream don't seem to turn out right
I had to sacrifice, so school just wan't the thang for me
I rather get a bag of weed and freestyle over every beat.. I hear
And enter every talent show to let them see our skills
This rappin' shit is school, but it ain't payin' mama bills
And they ask me why I feel, the way I feel for real
'Cause to get to where I am I paid my dues in my career
Like jackin' niggaz beats, hustlin' to get our own
Now we record in studios, we used to spit our raps on the phone
And dealin' with niggaz who claimed they'll manage us
They intentions was good, but their actions almost damaged us
They amateurs, and we was like, way before our time
It was money on our mind, so we stayed on our grind
One day we gon' shine, one day we gon' sign
One day we gon' get paid for writin' these cold ass rhymes
And since that day has came, it's been nothin' but trouble
Some niggaz who rolled with us, is no longer ridin' for us
Some bitches bad-mouthin' our names as if they know us
At first they had our back, now these bitches want to destro' us
But hold up, 'cause we got plenty fans that stayed true
That know what we been through to get here, we paid dues
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Big Pimp]
Y'all know me -- I'm the B-I-G P-I-M-P
Daddy Hall - that fat nigga that rap with Mr. G
Ooh Lawd - now what would I be without he?
Let me take y'all - back when it started in grade three
Every morning listenin' to this nigga named Boosky
This dude had lyrical flow, killin' niggaz back and forth
Who that there? Man, how you do that there?
Goddamn I wanna do that there
So I went home and wrote my first rhyyyme, for the first tiiime
Didn't know nothin' 'bout no bar, so I called it my first rap line
In due time, I was rappin' to the beats of Run-D.M.C.(Run-errie-Run)
Learnin' from the super staaars
We they rap - I start rappin', when they stopped - I stopped
That's how I learned to count sixteen baaars
Every chance I got, I showed my talent
'Cause every month this lady Coon throwed a talent show in Cedar Park
We did it for love, we didn't know nothin' bout know spinnin' rims or candy cars
The tips we got, we bought M&M;'s and candy bars
Plus at that time, I was still rappin' by myself
I hit eighth grade, then realized that I needed some help
My first time tryin' to find a partner, man I went through a dozen(psssss)
I went home one day and somethin' said, "Mayne, listen to your cousin"
His first rap - THIS NIGGA SNAPPED, first two bars: fightin' and shootin'
And every day - black bandana - retro J's - Nike suits, and
Big gold chains, and bad bitches that like to give brain
Hey, that's my kinda rap, shiet we one in the same
Simple and plain, the rest is history
A quick summary on how I met Mr. G
But since that time, our life don' got better
'Stead of.. rappin' for dips of chocolate, we rappin' for whips and cheddar
Fo' real, we don' paid our dues...me and my lil' cousin, we don' paid our dues
* (Chorus)
While riding in my Cadillac
What to my surprise..
(Verse 1)
Young shawty I'm the pimp, so you know my game cold
Brush all my teeth cause my whole grill gold
Step out my house, pink gators on my toes
Tryna hit tha club before they all close
Hop in the Lac, Fleetwood eight four
Twenty inch G's with tha triple gold spokes
Creep in the door with my pockets on swole
Limp across tha flo like both of my legs broke
Slide to tha bar to get me somn cold
Got a glass of Thunderbird cause I can't stay in mode
Put down my glass and hit tha dance flo
Don't get mad at me boy what you cuffin my hands for
If I want it I'ma get it ya know how my game go
? I'm pullin ya main woe
I'm chargin for this game, I'm givin you lames yos
Gotta line these girls up in a soul train row
I hit tha V.I.P. just to get my mind blown
Do I see Mista G he got that fire dro
All tha hataz in tha club what ya rollin ya eyes fo
Cause ya mad i'm pushin good and pimped out tha side door
(Chorus 2X)
While riding in my Cadillac
What to my surprise..
(Verse 2)
Now when I hop off in tha Lac, I swerve tha interstate
Just because I'm cheifin dro and i'm smugglin heavy weigh
Keep tha hood bout my G's and break um off a K
And sip on Hennessy till I start to hallucinate
Pull my way down tha block cause its mo money to make
And plus I got some mo cookie dough I need to bake
But you can buy a bag of mine and I betcha you gon' be straight
Cause tha soft ain't got no cut and tha wood ain't got no shape
Cause tha fiends run to me whenever they wanna taste
Cause they say that mine taste like baked potato and steak
Well excuse me if I done took all yo pay
Cause I just set up shop and been workin for one day
You say you wanna rob me, well hell thats a mistake
Cause I got atomic bombs that cause tha Earth to quake
It'll open all tha gates and cause heaven to shake
It not God man its me, cause I destroyed tha place
All because of this devious busta who tried to hate
When all he had to do was ask, instead he tried to take
So to stop all of that and keep my soul safe
I just hop in my Lac and head tha other way
(Chorus 2X)
While riding in my Cadillac
What to my surprise..
(Verse 3)
It's about 2:45 and we at tha red light
Looked in my mirror, and saw some head lights
Now any other time it would be aight
But tha group done checked around when ya on tha westside
Put my foot to tha flo, doin bout eighty five
Hit Fairview, headed to Riverside
They behind us kinda close, so hell I bust a ride
Ran on tha curb and scrubbed my damn tire
Man can't you mash tha gas and dash up outta sight
What ya talkin bout, I'm doin a bill five
I could pick up mo speed on a ten speed bike
Oh you tryna joke, better hope we dont die
Since we ain't packin gats it seems we gotta fight
When I throw a left, you best to throw a right
Pull up in tha cut so they can pass us by
Get down in yo seat and get off tha brake light
They pulled up in tha back and blocked us from behind
He was laughin so hard it sounded like a crime
He said listen heyah Dirty, why you tryna hide
I was just tryna tell ya Cadillac is tight
(Chorus 2X)
While riding in my Cadillac
[Intro]
First off, I wanna say I thank all the radio stations
that EVER showed them Dirty Boyz some love
We 'preciate that... but we doin' this for all our
down-south rappers that ain't gettin' no love on
these video stations and on these radio stations...
All my down-south soldiers, they gon' keep doin'
this to us if ya'll don't stand up, right now and ride with us
STAND UP RIGHT NOW, AND NIGGA LET'S RIDE
[Verse 1:Big Pimp]
I don't know if I'm goin', or leavin', or comin'
But I know Universal got us starvin' and hungry
I'm sick to my stomach, I vomit every time
I see a video on TV that ain't mine
You know I ain't lying, half of 'em can't rhyme
Black Entertainment... why ya'll won't play mine?
We gave two videos to B-E-T
For both, we paid 200 G's a piece
Ya'll must don't like us, all ya'll must hate us
We don't get no love and support from our label
Two whole years, and ya'll just dropped the album
With no fuckin' commercials or promotions to tell them
That we was comin', so people could go runnin'
To the nearest music store, so we could have us some money
So I could feed all my kids, pay all my bills
Rent thirty days late, so where the FUCK we gon' live?
Nelly and Baby selling records way to Timbuktu
If ya'll put all the money behind them, what the FUCK we gon' use?
But Nelly and Baby, we ain't hatin', we just lettin' it be known
To show the whole world how Universal, doin' us wrong
[Chorus]
Either you gon' love uuus (Either you gon' love uuus)
Or you gonna hate uuus---There's no in-between
I sit and wonder where we went wrong
You motherfuckers better love us or just leave us alone
Either you with uuus (Either you with uuus)
Or you against uuus---There's no in-between
I sit and wonder where we went wrong,
You motherfuckers better love us or just leave us alone
[Verse 2:Mr. G-stacka]
It's like either you gon' love us, or hate us, bitch niggas, just face us
Two of the coldest thangs ever to touch pencil and paper
How the fuck they gon' replace us, knock'em off it they think such
Been in this game too long, I'll let loose chrome before I get touched
'Cause this shit done got me too hot, and I wanna know who shot Tupac
'Cause them might be the same lames that try to make sure we don't reach top
But I think not, 'cause I keep glocks... Ya'll niggas ain't feelin' me
It's time for Pimp and G to get rid of all wack niggas in this industry
It's history, what they should be, all kinda unsolved mysteries
These hollow-T's in this 2-2-3, will end your life so damn tragically
I'm talkin' to all the big men, with authority over our shit playin'
These niggas that's over these video shows is hoes, and that's what G sayin'
Rewind that back and replay it, if didn't quite get through your head
I don't bite my tongue for none, so why in the fuck am I supposed to be scared
Ya'll bitches done brought the south shame, bitin' up all the south game
Then blowin' up off the south name, don't never wanna give the south fame
But ya'll better tell'em, that Gangsta straight rebellin'
I'll go off, and put twenty holes in your cerebellum, you smell'em?
They try to stop us, but these niggas fellin'
And every time you see me this is what the fuck I'm yellin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:Mr. G-stacka]
Now off the top I'm tellin' these lame ole, plain ole, sadiddy, and bourgie
Wanna-be white niggas, 'round here judging gangsta music
See this here is not for you trick, get on up outta office
Let the hood niggas judge me, 'cause the hood is the ones who bought this
In Vibe they tried to talk shit, them sissy there can suck dick
'Cause Pimp and G the rawest, everythang we spit is flawless
Why the hell they want to start us, spittin' false information
They staff get infiltrated, and bullets gon' penetrate 'em
[Big Pimp]
And that's how every rapper, comin' from down south feelin'
We can't speak our minds 'cause east coast run hip-hop television
And it's so puzzling, to the fact and I really don't get it
They still won't play our video even though we put Tigger in it
'Cause we don't dance around on all our videos like P. Diddy
Is ya'll tellin' me that all my videos ain't "jiggy"?
Oh, you hear me?And it's a shame, and it's a goddamn pity
How [BET] showin' more love to rappers from New York City
[Silk, Mr. Blue: singing]
Baby
Ohhhhh-ohhhhhh
Ohhhhh-ohhhhhh
Yeaaa
[Verse 1:]
I'm still comin' hard with' this pimp game
And I'm a make 'em all realize
That they about to be
I get a ho to chop rocks for me
And when ever I need a hand
She quick to hit the block for me
A pretty bitch, she ain't got to be
And when white folks come and get me
Hold down my spot for me
And never have to do a lil' time
Please ease my mind
You better keep them legs locked for me
You make a nigga wanna, lose control
When-ever I'm with'cha
I just wanna drink booze and roll
Shit baby, you ain't naked yet?
You got a nigga so horny
That I could fuck ya out'cha shoes and clothes
Them other bitches, I'll lose them ho's
And two things to ask
Don't take me for no fool and joke
Fuck up and make a nigga bruise ya nose
I'll have ya ass on the grind
Walkin' til' ya bruise ya toes
You think I'm lyin'? Ask Juice and Rolls
Them toe-sy hoes that I done had since ninety-four
Young shawty, I'm a pimp though
And I been had young ho's on the stroll
Grindin' for dough
But that ain't what a playa want'cha fo'
And a matter of fact, don't even want'cha dough (I know that sound crazy)
I need ya for, show me every-thang
And when around my folks, they don't question my lady
Pimp with' me, or get pimped on
You ain't with' it? Then get on
They call me "Baby Bishop, Magic Don Juan"
You, know how the game usually go
I leave ya on the floor, with'cha pussy swole
Head to the show, then get another ho
But not tonight, shawty, shit'chu make me lose control
Your candyman
[Hook: Silk & Mr. Blue - singing]
Baby won't you let me
Be your, candymaaaaaaan
Oh my baby, yeah
It's because you know
I caaaaan
(It's because you knooww, I can, I can)
You can be my candy-giiirrl
(You can be my candy-girl)
If you don't mind baby
Come to my candy-wooooorld
(Just come on, come on)
(My candy-world, my candy-world)
[Verse 2:]
Now we've been creepin' for a long time
Havin' conversations on the phone
Til' two or three-o-clock in the morn'
Reminiscin' on them good times
That we had, it used to make ya daddy mad
Every time you'd leave home
You gon' off this good thang
He don't know about how I be havin'
Yo legs cocked up in the air
Or how I have your ass screamin' my name
From all the pleasure and pain
Cuffin' and pullin' out my hair
Your girls always there
Everytime they see yo nigga comin'
Check the A-C, and pump they legs, with' the smile
Bout to leave when I got there
But then I heard Misses Janice
Talkin' bout "we gon' have to wait for a while"
No question what they're stayin' for
But'chu done play on my mind
You got'cho game stinkin' pimp tight too
I got to speak it to you girls, wassup
But I ain't tryin'a cut
This slanger's here to please you
As if to tease you
You know how we do
No-one can freak you
The way that I do
Ain't got to buy you
Just lay beside you
And let'cha ride Blue
And doggies tied too
Damn... quick
I done livin' like my daddy named Carl Malone
And you so jazz, that you tall and all
I got'cha sprung by the way I work my back
And make you crawl the wall
I make your neighbor wanna call the law
Got me bustin' like a twelve-gauge pump
But I ain't sawed it off
Not just talkin', I can walk the walk
When it's done, I can tell it
Cause the juice'll flow with'out the funk
Shawty, you
Know how the game usually go
I leave ya on the floor with'cha pussy swole
Head to the show then get another ho
But not tonight, shawty, shit'chu make me lose control
Fo' sho'
[Hook:]
Baby won't you let me
Be your, candymaaaaaaan (Let me be yooour candyman)
It's because you know
I caaaaan
(It's because you knooww that I can, I can)
You can be my candy-giiirrl
(If you don't mind babe)
If you don't mind baby
Come to my candy-wooooorld
(My candy-world, candy-world)
(Come on baby, get in my candy-woooorld)
[Verse 3:]
Now I been freakin' to ya, makin' (Diff-erent sounds)
I got'cha ass where ya (Blue to go down)
And now she can't stop (Callin' me now)
I mean shawty be (Stalkin' me now)
Cause when I hit, it be (Drivin' her wild)
First I drill, then I (Bust in her mouth)
And said she love how (I'm turnin' her out)
Now she want me to (Father her child)
And now, well I feel yo pain
But hold on slim, don't get that deep
You knew from the jump, we was only meant to freak
I hit'chu with' the dick, and now you actin' like you geek
And now, for some strange reason
You askin' me "where my girl"
And don't mean to be rude
But lookie here slim
You don't need to be worried bout her
Just worried bout bein' in the butt
Or posted up in the back of a truck
I'm jabbin' and stabbin' and beatin' it up
You scratchin' and grabbin' when you 'finna nut
And I don't mean to rush, but hell I'm off in the dust
Got a couple mo' ho's that's ready to bust
Got a couple mo' ho's that's ready to suck
I'm the only one they call when they ready to fuck
And they know not to trust me
Off the top, I told 'em I can't be true
And have the same thang goin' for you
How can I be your man, when I'm hittin' all ya girlfriends too?
Shawty, you
Know how the game usually go
I leave ya on the floor with'cha pussy swole
Or head to the show then get another ho
But not tonight, shawty, shit'chu make me lose control
Shit
[Hook:]
Baby won't you let me
Be your, candymaaaaaaan (Let me be yooour candyman, yo candyman)
It's because you know
I caaaaan
(I wanna make you lose, make you lose, controoool)
You can be my candy-giiirrl
(Be my candygirl, if you don't mind, if you don't miiind)
If you don't mind baby
Come to my candy-wooooorld
(Babyyy, yeahh)
(Let me turn you, oooonnnnn)
(In my candy-world, in my candy-world)
[Intro]
[Big Pimp]Yeah, hold the music
[Mr. G-stacka]Hold it
[Big Pimp]Yeah, I wanna do this right here, y'knaw'msayin?
I wanna dedicate this one to, y'knaw'msayin, my kids and everythang
[Mr. G-stacka]Okay
[Big Pimp]Let it drop
[**Music begins**]
[Big Pimp]We gonna do it like this here
[Mr. G-stacka]Yeah
[Big Pimp]Yeah, let Gangsta represent first for his lil' baby y'knaw'msayin?
He ain't got nothin' but one so he represent first
[Mr. G-stacka]My first born, my baby daughter, lil' Tia Webster
You know Daddy love you baby
[Big Pimp]Yeah, you know I'mma pimp so, got plenty of 'em
My stepson Tamier, boy I love you like my own
My twins:Danya, Danna, Devin, Deshawd, Davarius
Boy, if I die tonight,just want y'all to know
Shiit
[Chorus] (2x)
Now if I die tonight, you tell my babies that they daddy was gangsta
(Errry gang' - errry gangsta)
Now if I die tonight, you tell my babies that they daddy was gangsta
(Errry gang' - errry gang... sta)
[Verse 1: Big Pimp]
Now off the top, I was (errry) pimp roller, hoe stroller
Hard time "Coco-Cola" solder, a 4-5 cocked-glock-toter
That come BACK and hit the same SPOT for the rocks I sold ya
I thought I told ya bitch - I'm gangsta mixed with a lot of soldier
A black-plastic-bag-body-folder
'Cause for the cash, I'll have you lookin' bad if I ain't know ya
And to my kids, for the last four years all I did was love ya
'Cause everythang I did since then, shit I did it for ya
I know you see me a lot of times fussin' with y'all mother
I hear you in the front, hollerin' and cryin' thinkin' I'm hurtin' your mother
That's when I realize, to stop your cries I need to hug ya
That's when I dry your eyes and explain why I'm leavin' your mother
Da-da gon' always be here, not because I made a promise
Shit, I helped created you, even though you came up out her stomach
And everything I got, you can have it ,if you want it
But if I don't have it, and a nigga do, I'mma take it from him
I promise, I'm y'all personal ridah
Somebody fuck wit'cha, come tell your pop, and watch your pop, POP som'n inside'em
And to my lil girl, them niggas tryin' to holla, I'mma burn'em
Tell them fuck niggas you got a father and you don't need non' from'em
And to my five boys, y'all niggas already causin' drama
I have y'all spittin' on people, gettin' mad, and tryin' to bite y'all mama
And I'mma tell y'all one more thing, even if you disregard the other
Dev, Deshawd, Davarius, Tamier, Danya, and Dane - look out for each other
[Chorus]
[Mr. G-stacka]
Now let's just say that if tonight, was the night, that a nigga had to go
Just tell my family that I love'em, 4-1-0 to my Kin Folk
But for my baby daughter, I just feel I ought'ta, let her know
How her daddy was a gangsta, hustled hard to get that doe
A young thug livin', came up off drug dealin', and pistol grippin'
Catch a nigga slippin', and lickin',most of my competition
Thinkin' with precision, enough to keep me up outta prison
Slangin' with intentions, to get rid of all my chickens
Stayin' strapped with ammunition, that hit niggas from a distance
Once they run they mouth, you'll find them bitches missin' - now pay attention
Now, ain't no need to question why, daddy's a soldier
Full-clip-loader, big-gun-toter, all-day-'dro-blower
I don' sacked the finest green and cracked the finest soda, grindin' to support ya
All the dimes I don' broke up, all the crimes that provoke us
All the grime I don' soaked up, it's my mind that I can't trust
And it gets tuff, thinkin' one day I'll slip up
And leave you all alone, now that's enough to drive me crazy on my own
But baby stay strong... No, I never meant wrong
My only objective, was to provide so you can live long
And everything I speak on, take it to the heart
'Cause if I die tonight, it's on your mom to play her part and my part
And that's hard, that's why I pray to God
And ask him, when He take me out this world
Watch over my baby girl
That's for real
[Chorus](4x)
[**Singing interlaced with last two cycles of original chorus**]
If I die tonight, if I die tonight - Oooh-ooooh-oooooh
[Outro]
[Pimp]Oh shiit, since I said som' first, gon' get it man
Yeah, take it back man
Fuck it, leave it like that, leave it like that..
Shiit, keep it real, fuck it... Gone, go head man
[G]Shiit, you know... and that's what we mean, y'knaw'msayin'
I don't know
[Pimp]I love my babies
Daddy ain't really got nothin' to say y'all we don' said it all
[G]We don' said it, but you know
You know how we feel, y'all know we love y'all
[**Music ends**]
Ya'll better be good too, and y'all better take care of us too
when we get old
[Pimp]Goddammit
[G]When we can't goddamn do what we be doin' now
[Pimp]Ya'll SSI
[G]Shiit
[Pimp]Take care us
[G]We love y'all
[Pimp]And don't take me to no... old folks home no
matter how crazy I get, I'll tear y'all ass up
[G]All y'all
I wish a muthafucka would [x3]
I wish, I wish
I wish a muthafucka would
I wish, I wish
I wish a muthafucka would [x4]
I wish, I wish
Okay na'!
[chorus]
I wish a muthafucka would act like he don't like me
I wish a muthafucka would act like he gone fight me
I wish a muthafucka would go and get his boys
I wish a muthafucka would try to bring the noise
I wish a muthafucka would try to take my ride
I wish a muthafucka would act like he gone ride
I'm gone go outside, pop the trunk, and come back in the club wit the
sawed-off pump
And make the whole club hit the goddamn flo'
and make the whole club hit the goddamn door
Cause I'm gone rennagate if you ain't goddamn know
I'm bussin' in the face every goddamn hoe
And every bitch nigga in the club getting' choked
And all the baby mamas in the club we letting' go
We rob the whole club, now the whole club broke
It's them Dirty Boys bitch if you ain't goddamn know
[Dirty]
Shit, I wish a muthafucka step on my shoe
I wish a muthafucka would bump wit my crew
I wish a muthafucka would lace my dank
I wish a muthafucka would lace my drank
I wish a muthafucka would try to talk shit
I wish a muthafucka would break me bout' a bitch!
[chorus]
I'm gone go outside, pop the trunk, and come back in the club wit the
sawed-off pump
And make the whole club hit the goddamn flo'
and make the whole club hit the goddamn door
Cause I'm gone rennagate if you ain't goddamn know
I'm bussin' in the face every goddamn hoe
And every bitch nigga in the club getting' choked
And all the baby mamas in the club we letting' go
We rob the whole club, now the whole club broke
It's them Dirty Boys bitch if you ain't goddamn know
[Mr. Blue]
I wish a muthafucka would try to test us boi
I wish a muthafucka would I'll whack the boi
And I wish a muthafucka would uh get ugly
I'm pimpin' this here so shit gone get dirty
I wish a muthafucka would mention black clown
I wish that fucka would I'm gone lay his ass down
[chorus]
I'm gone go outside, pop the trunk, and come back in the club wit the
sawed-off pump
And make the whole club hit the goddamn flo'
and make the whole club hit the goddamn door
Cause I'm gone rennagate if you ain't goddamn know
I'm bussin' in the face every goddamn hoe
And every bitch nigga in the club getting' choked
And all the baby mamas in the club we letting' go
We rob the whole club, now the whole club broke
It's them Dirty Boys bitch if you ain't goddamn know
[Lil Burn, Dirty, Mr. Blue]
I wish a muthafucka would, talk soft when he walk cause my shit in this game
I wish a muthafucka would, spill over my drink, I'm gone spill over his brain
I wish a muthafucka would, sit down down wit the nine cause shit in the back
I wish a muthafucka would, bump me again I'm gone slap shout out
I wish a muthafucka would, put eye at the guy so he better be careful, you
muggin me
you don't fuck wit me, you still starrin then
[chorus]
I'm gone go outside, pop the trunk, and come back in the club wit the
sawed-off pump
And make the whole club hit the goddamn flo'
and make the whole club hit the goddamn door
Cause I'm gone rennagate if you ain't goddamn know
I'm bussin' in the face every goddamn hoe
And every bitch nigga in the club getting' choked
And all the baby mamas in the club we letting' go
We rob the whole club, now the whole club broke
It's them Dirty Boys bitch if you ain't goddamn know
[Mr. Blue]
I wish a muthafucka would, act like he don't recognize me
I wish a muthafucka stand beside me, and me while I'm sippin on this Long
Island Tea
I wish a muthafucka would try to clown me
I wish a muthafucka would blame it on his liquor
I wish a muthafucka would thank that I won't get 'em
[chorus]
I'm gone go outside, pop the trunk, and come back in the club wit the
sawed-off pump
And make the whole club hit the goddamn flo'
and make the whole club hit the goddamn door
Cause I'm gone rennagate if you ain't goddamn know
I'm bussin' in the face every goddamn hoe
And every bitch nigga in the club getting' choked
And all the baby mamas in the club we letting' go
We rob the whole club, now the whole club broke
[Big Pimp]
I know that y'all feel me now
Since we dropped that Versatile
Know y'all ain't seen my clique in a while
We in the hood coming up with killing style
Everybody talk cause we home now
Look at here boy, you'd better gone now
It used to be black but it's chrome now
If it's cocked back then it's gone fly
Put it on boss, so I won't lie
I used to be young but I'm grown now
Hit a few licks, so we known now
Kicked a little south, so it's on now
Do what you gotta when you broke man
If you get a verse, get the whole thang
How we get here, see we drove man
Rollin in a 'Lac on them chrome thangs, whoa man
We leavin 'em blowed, we leavin 'em throwed
We rollin' for sho'
We got the wood smellin like cinnamon
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm hitting them blowed
I'm dropping straight game just to put them in
Could've been
The cheapest pimp that you ever seen before
I know you love it when I ride D's and vogues
I know the junkie love it when I cook keys and o's
I'm a freak so you know I stay pleasing woes
I love wood so you know I keep Optimos
We had to Gump locked when we dropped “On Them Vogues”
And the south don't stop till my head explode
Gotta keep it cold till my pockets swolle
So if you don't know you'd better ask her though
Big pimp quick to kick down your door
I'ma say it again, like I said it before
Chorus (4X)
When them Dirty Boys drop
Better hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)]
Here we is boy, here we is boy
[Mr. G Stacka]
OK now
Now who be dropping them bombs
They keeping you crunk by making you jump
Off of every word that I spit out
You know them boys from the slum
They carry big pumps and ready to bomb
Off everything that's in our way now
Packing the heat, you stacking the cheese
Ready to freak, each and every one of you woes
Who running the Gump, man y'all already know
Them Dirty Boys, they got a style so cold
Continue to blow that killa smoke through my nose
Emptying clips and busting holes through our foes
Who that out there that's trying to steal our flow
After this time, I bet you won't no more
We left for a while, but now we back on your block
Locking it down because we opened up shop
You open your mouth and boy you bound to get popped
We licking up shots because we leaving them cocked
And every thug that I run with G's
Smoked out keeping freak tricks on they knees
Gotta sack of green wood so we called it trees
Plus a thing of Thunderbird that's swerving me
Now what y'all know bout Mr. G
Much love to them thugs that run the streets
Crack sells, fat mail, while them junkies geek
Pop slugs, draw blood, make them fakers flea
I know a lot of y'all out there envy me
That's all right, we knock em off easily
Seems to be that you would be more concerned
With making your own
Plus a little skeeting up stone
But let it alone
Cause it ain't nothing you can do
Dirty Boys coming back and we bringing the true
And the rest of y'all know when you showed the show
Deuce, triple O, we make em hit the floe
Chorus
[Big Pimp]
Now what y'all think we been doing brah
Sittin at home
Eatin snacks, getting fat
We been in the studio making tracks
But y'all boys wouldn't know nothing bout that
You too busy running off at your mouth
Hollerin about, we fell out
You need to worry bout y'all own damn house
While you're always trying to worry bout ours
Saying “Where the Pimp, where the G
I know they ain't fell of the M-A-P
Is it gonna be y'all last cd”
Look at here boy, stop asking me
That's the same old thing you asked last week
You talk too much if you ask me
I'm glad I ain't tell you that I lived with G
I'm glad I ain't tell you that I flipped the keys
Let me ask you a question
You remember my 'Lac
The green one that I had with my name in the back
Why you won't tell me
Hell who stole that
You pulling everything else out your hat
See most of y'all started rapping yesterday
See me and G been rapping since the 3rd grade
And I don't give a damn what none of y'all say
We bout the only group that deserve to get paid
So roll em up, sack em up, pack em up, and move em out
Them Dirty Boys coming back through this town
And we won't stop till we shut it down
So if you didn't know you'd better ask her though
Pimp and G quick to kick down your door
I'ma say it again like I said it before
When them Dirty boys drop (When them Dirty Boys drop)
Better hit the floe
[Big Pimp]
I know that y'all feel me now
Since we dropped that Versatile
Know y'all ain't seen my clique in a while
We in the hood coming up with killing style
Everybody talk cause we home now
Look at here boy, you'd better gone now
It used to be black but it's chrome now
If it's cocked back then it's gone fly
Put it on boss, so I won't lie
I used to be young but I'm grown now
Hit a few licks, so we known now
Kicked a little south, so it's on now
Do what you gotta when you broke man
If you get a verse, get the whole thang
How we get here, see we drove man
Rollin in a 'Lac on them chrome thangs, whoa man
We leavin 'em blowed, we leavin 'em throwed
We rollin' for sho'
We got the wood smellin like cinnamon
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm hitting them blowed
I'm dropping straight game just to put them in
Could've been
The cheapest pimp that you ever seen before
I know you love it when I ride D's and vogues
I know the junkie love it when I cook keys and o's
I'm a freak so you know I stay pleasing woes
I love wood so you know I keep Optimos
We had to Gump locked when we dropped “On Them Vogues”
And the south don't stop till my head explode
Gotta keep it cold till my pockets swolle
So if you don't know you'd better ask her though
Big pimp quick to kick down your door
I'ma say it again, like I said it before
Chorus (4X)
When them Dirty Boys drop
Better hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)]
Here we is boy, here we is boy
[Mr. G Stacka]
OK now
Now who be dropping them bombs
They keeping you crunk by making you jump
Off of every word that I spit out
You know them boys from the slum
They carry big pumps and ready to bomb
Off everything that's in our way now
Packing the heat, you stacking the cheese
Ready to freak, each and every one of you woes
Who running the Gump, man y'all already know
Them Dirty Boys, they got a style so cold
Continue to blow that killa smoke through my nose
Emptying clips and busting holes through our foes
Who that out there that's trying to steal our flow
After this time, I bet you won't no more
We left for a while, but now we back on your block
Locking it down because we opened up shop
You open your mouth and boy you bound to get popped
We licking up shots because we leaving them cocked
And every thug that I run with G's
Smoked out keeping freak tricks on they knees
Gotta sack of green wood so we called it trees
Plus a thing of Thunderbird that's swerving me
Now what y'all know bout Mr. G
Much love to them thugs that run the streets
Crack sells, fat mail, while them junkies geek
Pop slugs, draw blood, make them fakers flea
I know a lot of y'all out there envy me
That's all right, we knock em off easily
Seems to be that you would be more concerned
With making your own
Plus a little skeeting up stone
But let it alone
Cause it ain't nothing you can do
Dirty Boys coming back and we bringing the true
And the rest of y'all know when you showed the show
Deuce, triple O, we make em hit the floe
Chorus
[Big Pimp]
Now what y'all think we been doing brah
Sittin at home
Eatin snacks, getting fat
We been in the studio making tracks
But y'all boys wouldn't know nothing bout that
You too busy running off at your mouth
Hollerin about, we fell out
You need to worry bout y'all own damn house
While you're always trying to worry bout ours
Saying “Where the Pimp, where the G
I know they ain't fell of the M-A-P
Is it gonna be y'all last cd”
Look at here boy, stop asking me
That's the same old thing you asked last week
You talk too much if you ask me
I'm glad I ain't tell you that I lived with G
I'm glad I ain't tell you that I flipped the keys
Let me ask you a question
You remember my 'Lac
The green one that I had with my name in the back
Why you won't tell me
Hell who stole that
You pulling everything else out your hat
See most of y'all started rapping yesterday
See me and G been rapping since the 3rd grade
And I don't give a damn what none of y'all say
We bout the only group that deserve to get paid
So roll em up, sack em up, pack em up, and move em out
Them Dirty Boys coming back through this town
And we won't stop till we shut it down
So if you didn't know you'd better ask her though
Pimp and G quick to kick down your door
I'ma say it again like I said it before
When them Dirty boys drop (When them Dirty Boys drop)
Better hit the floe
Whooo!!
Okay okay okay
Check this out
That's them Dirty slum boys finna lock it down this time
And when we lock it down it ain't gon' be for a little while
It gon' be for infinity
Nigga that means now and forever
[Pimp]
The Dirty slum got you mad now
We stackin' cash now
Money out the ass now
Pushin' cadillacs now
Finna hit yo stash
With my ski mask
Lick you from the back
Leave yo pockets flat
We all about that bread
I'll bust yo head
Burn yo ass with lead
Leave you where you played
I saw you tryin' to flex
You shoulda fled
If you scared say it
Too late you dead
Now I got yo block
We choppin' rocks
All off in our socks
We got the Gump locked
Now hoes wanna jock
Cause we on top
But when the Dirty drop
It ain't gon' stop
Now you heard we on the grind now
That's all the time now
Skeetin' down for dimes
I gotta get mine
The bud we smoke is ?
Sometimes it's pine
Leave yo girl blind
When this ? shine
[Hook]
And for all my niggas who got that weed
We gon' sack it up
All my niggas got some beef
We gon back it up
And all my niggas who got that cheese
We gon' rack it up
And if you sittin' on some D's
We gon' jack it up
To all my girls bouncin' ass
Won't you drop it low
All my girls spittin' game
Just be bout that dough
All my girls who gon' freak
We can freak on the flo'
And I ain't leavin' out yo house till you gimme sum mo'
[Mr. G]
My niggas is riders
Gon' off purple sky dust
We ain't no hoes nigga so don't try us
We makin' hits while these boys throwin' fists
We still gettin' rich while these dummies talk shit
But they caught the short end of the stick
Oh well
That shit they rap about
Man I'm surprised they can't tell
That's why I'm down with some niggas that's gon' bust
Them niggas ain't with us
Then them niggas we don't trust
??? he quick to turn somethin'
And Mr. Blue
He stay true
And Fat Mack keep 12-Mack
??? be down for the brawl
That nigga pimpin' small
Got some fire off the wall
V-Dog you know he boss hard
??? playa you know that nigga down to stack mail
But Big Pimp boy you shoulda been first
That nigga quick to leave a bitch nigga off in the dirt
Hook
[Pimp]
We got that thang crunk now
Up in the Gump now
Let that thang thump now
All up out yo trunk now
We goin' double plat
Right off the back
Got yo girl layin' flat
All off in her kat
We got them refer sacks
Oooh they so fat
Get ya high like crack
Put ya on yo back
Forever I be slurred
Off thunderbird
Got that caddy swurved
All up on the curb
[Mr. G]
Now we crackin' skulls
Just for the love
You claim you was a thug
But you gets drug
Plus we got them slugs
They for yo chest
Now you never shoulda flexed
Now you may rest
We flipped out on the scene
Dirty boys clean
Y'all know what I mean
All about that green
Central Squad rule
And now y'all through
When them 6 flew
Droppin' 3 plus 2
[Verse 1: Mr. G-Stacka]
Now when I was born, I wasn't warned of all the harm that I would see
Bein' harassed by the police, seein' my peeps gettin' killed in the streets
Most don't have no food to eat, and most don't have no place to sleep
Is this how it's 'posed to be, livin' our life uncomfortably... naw
Somebody better give me some answers, if they don't want no beef to start
Cause I'll draw down on your preacher, and make him get in contact with God
And ask The Man why the times so hard, why do my people struggle?
Why do my people suffer, and why do we hate each other?
And can't You see, how corrupt this land here really is?
Can't You see them ghetto tears... my folks been cryin' for years
A lot of ones don' went astray, a lot of ones confused to say
But a lot of us pray, hopin' that You'll come down here and get us one day
And get us off this evil place, so You can teach us right
We've been deceived by the beast, that's why we been so blind
So Lord I take this time... to tell you how I feel
And I hope You hear me, come and get your son up out of here
[Chorus]
Let me take you on a ghetto ride..
through this crooked world
Wash the pain and tears from the eyes..
of the boys and girls
[Verse 2: Big Pimp]
Well I can remember comin' home one day, and all our furniture was gone
My mama cryin', cause all we got is the clothes we had on
My mama was strong, she wipe her eyes and picked up the phone
My grandma stayed right down the street, so she made that my home
I love my grandma Ms. Burnett, and her first name Louise
She raised me for some years, till my mama got on her feet
It was a house full, bout twelve folk, everyday tryin' to eat
Can you imagine the youngest two was just me and Mr. G
Hell we stayed fed... off instant grits and gravy
Her chitt'lings and pig ears was so good, they make you want to bankhead
Now tell me that you think that... my life would have been so tainted
If my dad was there, because he ain't dead
It's some' I wanna tell but I can't say it
Why? Cause the radio want play it
At the age of nine I was a dankhead
Cocaine in my hand tryin' to make bread
I gotta nine in my hand so I ain't scared
Hit the block everyday seein' blood shed
But that's the price you gotta pay to keep your folks fed
Woo for real, jump in the drop-top Coupe Deville and just..
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Mr. G-Stacka]
So many days of so much pain got me thinkin' bout blowin' my brains
How can I change, who will explain..
how to maintain while trapped in this game
Stackin' my mailin'... off crack sellin', me and my family gotta eat
I knew I was wrong... for skeetin' them stops
but it kept the house with light and heat
Kept some shoes up on our feet, kept our stomachs off of 'E'
Now who can you judge... you can't hold a grudge
I did this more than just for me
I did this more than just for keeps, I did this more for those in the streets
So if you feel my troubles, want you come and role with me
[Verse 4: Big Pimp]
Ok, the nigga who kill my boy Willie, only get fifteen years
But you know that time get split, so he'll do bout seven yours
How crooked the system is, for good behavior, he'll probably do just three
So in actuality, this nigga here don' kill my boy for free
I'm tryin' to understand the plan the Lord got for you and me
How the good die aw so young, and the bad live long to eat
My body and soul might be so clean, but the hood got my ways so dirty
I'm up early... on my knees, beggin' this world not to hurt me
And that's for real
Get ya hands off me, get ya hands off me
Get ya hands off me, (errry) get ya hands off me
Get ya hands off me, get ya hands off me
You better tell 'em, you better tell 'em
Get ya hands off me
You better tell 'em
[Verse 1: Big Pimp]
I'm comin' down the street in my candy painted Chevrolet
Twenty-four inch chrome spinners got that Chevy skatin'
Down the boulevard, it's kinda odd the way it's levitatin'
Six 15's in the trunk got that Chevy shakin'
I ain't e'en have my music crunk, now they tryin' to play me
Every time they stop me they don't get nothin'
so I know they hatin' (not to day)
I'm slippin' ridin' dirty with a ounce of hay
I'ma show 'em today the way this 350 can run like Walter Payton
I done already ate the weed, so it ain't no need for the cops chasin'
I pull to the side of the street, give him my ID and registration
"I'm headed to the daycare center officer, to get my babies
If I keep bein' late pick 'em up, then DHR a' take 'em"
He told me he don't give a FUCK
He don't care nothin' bout my situation
Well I ain't give a (fuck)
The way the front do' knocked down on the pavement
That goes to show you how they
act around holidays and Christmas season
Just to get that bonus
they get to stoppin' niggaz for no damn reason (no damn reason)
[Chorus]
Police get ya hands off me, nigga stop touchin' us
If we ain't did nothin', why the fuck you cuffin' us
I know you probably smell that killer dank
but that don't mean nothin'
I don't give a damn what you think
you ain't seen nothin'
Police get ya hands off me, nigga get ya hands off me
Police get ya hands off me, ni-nigga get ya hands off me
Police get ya hands off me, nigga get ya hands off me
Police get ya hands off me, get yo' motherfuckin' hands off me
[Verse 2: Mr. G-stracka]
Why the pigs out to get me, why they always fuckin' wit' me
Seem like them bitches pickin', and that shit be fuckin' wit' me
All the time they mean-muggin', lookin' hard at me for nothin'
Why the hell you mean-muggin', tell me what you see cousin
Gangsta gonna stay thuggin', always pistol huggin'
But my shit legit, and my permit allows the shit in public
Long as it's concealed, I know my rights so I think nothing of it
All up in my grill, gon make you feel the way the steele be bustin'
Never knew a pig I trusted, cause they never let ya free
Have a nigga on TV, runnin' from the MPD
Catch me or you gon' get beat, arrest me if I'm sellin' ki's
But you can't, cause you ain't... seen a nigga sellin' ki's
Take off all that uniform, put away that badge and gun
Step off in this grass and lawn, one-on-one we can taunt
Scared of that, ain't you son?
You don't want my hands to touch ya
So when you pull me over busta, don't be tryin' to handcuff us
[Intro: Big Pimp]
Woooh
Now this one right here feel good
Uh, let it play for a minute..
Oh, I ain't got that much time?
Check this out..
To all my niggas out there, that know they'e gangsta
Even though you ain't got no ring on your finger
But it's always the one bitch... I mean one woman
If you got nineteen hoes, it's always that one
You'll die for
[Verse 1: Big Pimp]
I'm on my knees screamin' "Baby I apologize"
'Cause I don' hurt you so much, I know you tire of cryin'
You was there every Sunday when I was doin' time
And sent a letter every Monday just to ease my mind
To let a nigga know that pussy cat was still mine
And bought you two fat dildos just to kill time
The fact that I'm... on the other side of this glass
I realize... just exactly what a nigga had
You stayed wit' me... even though I used to spank that ass
Didn't hesitated wit' me... any time I needed cash
A many days I was stressed out and feelin' bad
It's been after me
In this place
A pleasant threat perfect void
Stuck in modality
With all this damage beyond repair
When all our time fades away
Just like everything else
That proves that we are
Dirt
Stay
Now just in case
Selfish trials
Keeps stopping to
Drag me down
I'm losing bliss
As if all your hands
Could keep me clean
When all our time fades away
Just like everything else
That proves that we are
Dirt
I can't see where I've gone wrong
All our times fade away
That proves that we are
Dirt
If all our times fades away
It's proof we're dirt
If you ask me
Will we be ok
I would have no answers
No answers at all
Only questions
Form within my mind
What is there to show for our pain?
Only questions remain
Only questions remain
If you want me to give myself to you
We could do it once again
With no passion
Reaction
No reaction
No emotions in our way
We could feel so dirty deep inside
No conviction
To help me fall in place
I need your attention
Your attention that's all
No connection to the world below
In this sweet remission
Only fiction remains
Only fiction remains
If you want me to give myself to you
We could do it once again
With no passion
Reaction
No reaction
No emotions in our way
We could feel so dirty deep inside
We're just passing through each other honey
Every detail every contradiction
Blurry shapes make better lovers
Honey
I don't know how I fit together
If you want me to give myself to you
We could do it once again
With no passion
Reaction
No reaction
No emotions in our way
Baby bounce, faut que je te montre comment faire,
Baby bounce bounce, ici c'est chaud c'est l'enfer,
Au soleil on calcine, douche d'eau, K.Pone inc aux
platines,
Sable des bahamas vue de la villa sur les collines,
Oh cousine dit,elle est pas belle la vie ?
Posé dans les caraïbes, dirty passe le Hennessy,
Et viens ici,que je te montre comment faire,
Ici c'est P.I.M.P girl, ça commence à te plaire,
Rien à dire les femmes sont carrées, le paysage est
carré,
Comme d'hab tu vois on est bien entouré,
De belles belles hoes, de fric en liasse de Do's
T'inquiète homie,on va te garder ça chaud
Let's go put it on the floor
I'm gonna make you bounce to this
Mamma give me some more
She got a ass like wow
And a pretty face wow,
She get's down dirty,
And make my homies say ...
She got a ass like wow
And a pretty face now,
She get's down dirty,
And make my homies say ...
Hey pretty face,t'as le rythme dans le sang,
Hey dirty, j'aime bien tes cheveux dans le vent,
That little baby face, on va se connaître, on a le
temps,
Get naughty et bienvenue dans le clan,
Comme t'es belle et sexy la bouteille de champagne à la
main,
Et puis le jack et la pepsi et ce glaçon qui fond dans
ta main,
Exactement le genre de femme que j'aime
Simple et sans complexe,sex et sans problème
Let's go put it on the floor
I'm gonna make you bounce to this
Mamma give me some more
She got a ass like wow
And a pretty face wow,
She get's down dirty,
And make my homies say ...
She got a ass like wow
And a pretty face now,
She get's down dirty,
Keep knocking
No one's there
Pouring down
Nothing is felt
I'm out here, by myself
All alone
Ripping my head off
I hurt so bad inside
I wish you could see the world through my eyes
It stays the same
I just wanna laugh again
Keep hoping
Nothing to spare
So my life
Isn't quite there
Feel like a whore
A dirty whore
Such a whore
Dirty
I'm out here, by myself
All alone
Ripping my head off
I hurt so bad inside
I wish you could see the world through my eyes
It stays the same
I just wanna laugh again
Into you
You dirty little fuck
Dirty little fuck
(I will take it)
I hurt so bad inside
I wish you could see the world through my eyes
It stays the same
Let me be, Let me be
Dirty as i want to be
Let me see, let me see
you get dirty over me
get dirty over me
get dirty over me
get dirty over me me me me me me me me me me me me
me me me me me
we'll be rolling in the grass
with my hands upon your sh
with a little bit of luck
mees and yous a gonna ck
throw another log into the fire, the fire
throw another log into the fire, the fire
why did you lie to me
you said you were clean
but i know that your dirty
it's just so simple to tell the truth
i don't have time to listen to you
it's just your so...
so clean up your act
get it together
we're on the wrong track
and nothings getting any better
i know all about you
or at least what i think i do
i know that your dirty
so don't get bitchy at me
cuz i know the truth and i'm telling everybody
its just so simple to not agree
have your own opinion and you can be slutty
[repeat chorus]
your dirty you've been with everybody that i know
it's cool if you're a guy if your a girl it makes you a ho
your dirty you've been with everybody that i know
i'm sorry your life isn't 90210
[repeat chorus]
So there's ..
There's a reason that you're in my head
And there's a good reason why you're in my bed
'Cos there's a reason now that you're my girl
There's a reason that ... you ... rock .. my ... world
You rock my world
You rock my world
'cause you're dirty
But you got a good heart
D-D-D-Dirty
But you're not a (cheap tart)
Yeah, you're dirty
But you got a good heart
D-D-D-Dirty
But you're not a (cheap tart)
There's a reason why you're in my head
There's a very good reason why you're in my bed
Ooo, there's a reason now that you're my girl
There's a reason why you rock my world
Cos you're dirty
But you got a good heart
D-D-D-Dirty
But you're not a (cheap tart)
There's a reason why you're in my head
There's a good reason why you're in my bed
There's a reason now that you're my girl
There's a reason why you rock my world
You rock my world
You rock my world
Because you're dirty
But you got a good heart
D-D-D-Dirty
But you're not a (cheap tart)
Yeah
When I think about this it break my heart every time
Those pictures of you and me and him like a flick book in
my mind.
There’s so much that we should not have done
Too bad the lies still carry on
Who thought that we would fall in love?
I get a kick out of this
I’m making love with my fist
You just look so dirty when you cry
I love the thrill of the chase
To see that look on your face
I need you to dirty up my mind
It was so soon that you crushed me once again
I know that you gave yourself away
Can you tell me that you’d love me if I’d done the same?
I need you to dirty up my mind
I need you to want me every time
I need to know that you are mine
Meonjeo yeonrakhan geon baro neoyeot-ji meonjeo mannajan geot-do neoyeot-ji
Keureon ni-ga eonjebu-teo eoiyeobshi yeonragi tteumhaejideoni an boyeot-ji
Nunbichi majuchimyeon saekkaman neoran hosue ppajyeo amugeot-do an jaetkeoman
Keureohke neoreul mideo-on geu daetkaran an eou-llike nun-mul heu-llike hae neoreul wiihae
Sarangeun waeh waeh nabiteoreom narawah nae-ge sang-cheoman ju-go darana
Haru jon-gil chyeodaboneun haendeupon eocheoda-ga itko jibe naedu-go on narimyeon
Jibe kajamaja kajang meonjeo check! hajiman neo-ye-geseon munja hantong eop-seo waeh?
Ya! neo! na... neo!
Neon dirty hae neon dirty dirty hae
Saram mam kajku waeh jang-naneul chineunde na ijebu-teo sanggwahn an hallae
Neo gateun geoneun ppeonhagiman hae neon dirty dirty hae neon dirty dirty hae
Waeh sunsuhaet-deon nae mame seugeurachi nae na ijebu-teo shinkyeong an sseu-llae
Neo gateun geoe naneun gwahbunhae neon dirty hae
Jal-saenggin aen eol-kul-kapteul hae (e-i~) keureoni joshimhae, keureonae eotta sseu-llae?
Juwiieseo nae-ge haneun sorineun jil-tuget-ji, baeje haet-deoni
Waehn geol, onkaj eorin geol, yeppeuni geoldeu-reun da moin geol
Neoye nun do-ra-ganeun ge boyeo sapal-tteugi twehlla joshimhyeo, ya,
Sesange bani namja (namja) yosae-neun yeojaboda nama do-ra, namja
Neo kyesok keurae jalnan-cheok hae bwaht-ja keuge eolmana kal-kka boja, nae mal maja? (yes, shir! )
Jebarijeuramyeo nae dari jabeumyeo maetallyeodo neoneun dwaeh-sseo
Nae nach bolchagi namasseo? holchagijina ma-reo! shil-suyeosseo, al-kesseo?
Neon dirty hae neon dirty dirty hae
Saram mam kajku waeh jang-naneul chineundena ijebu-teo sanggwahn an hallae
Neo gateun geoneun ppeonhagiman hae neon dirty dirty hae neon dirty dirty hae
Waeh sunsuhaet-deon nae mame seugeurachi nae na ijebu-teo shinkyeong an sseu-llae
Neo gateun geoe naneun gwahbunhae neon dirty hae
I thought it was real, but you've been so bad...
And I don't care anymore...
You know why?
What the... !
Saenggangman haedo yeo-ri yeo-ri ppeodchyeo, neowahye history
Saengga-khae bomyeon dirty dirty han ni-ga haet-deon haengdonge
Tashi do-ra-ganda haedo ganeungseongeun jero, but I'm not sorry
Neon dirtyhae... neon dirty, neon dirty hae!
Saenggangman haedo yeo-ri yeo-ri ppeodchyeo, neowahye history
Saengga-khae bomyeon dirty dirty han ni-ga haet-deon haengdonge
I'm so shick of you! I'm so shick of you!
Neon dirty hae hae hae, neon dirty, neon dirty hae,
Neon dirty hae, neon dirty hae, neon dirty hae hae hae,
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