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
[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
While riding in my Cadillac What to my surprise Young Shawty I'm the pimp, so you know my game cold Step out my house, pink gators on my toes Brush all
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
Umm, yes, yes, yes, y'all Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Sho nuff Let's ride, let's ride [Mr. G Stacka] I'm Mr. Everyday Chiefer Full of herb And
I'm comin' hard with this killa game An' I'ma make 'em all realize that they about to be broke Young shawty, it's a pimp in the air An' if you really
[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
[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
[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
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
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
(Spoken by the Gangsta) Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away Dirty boys dedicate this rhyme
[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
[Hook:] You know you wrong Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get
Chorus: We all in the club drinkin that clear Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut We tryna get high nigga
What's haaaaanin? Ay check this out, Imma tell you whut's real man. Ya know what I mean...I don't need ya baby daddy callin' me and shit after the club
Sitting on candy, playin with my nose Sippin on brandy, playin with my nose Square bitches can't stand me, playin with my nose Playin with my nose nigga
[Spoken] Baby . . . [Verse 1:] First of all let me say You can't accuse me of all the things you know that you are guilty of And I see that it is easy