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Dirty - We Still lyrics
[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... [Chorus] |
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