Lyrics Dirt Off Your Shoulders (feat. Baby Jokes, Chino Grande) - Charlie Row Campo, Chino Grande, Baby Jokes

Dirt Off Your Shoulders (feat. Baby Jokes, Chino Grande)

Baby Jokes:
You want that gangsta stuff
I couldn’t hang it up
I got that raw touch
For your slutt to make her blush damn
Im at the spot & you know them bitches pop yeh
Im on the block & you know them fellas pop yeh
Ive been away, away with them filthy chains
Of doing right thangs
For it gotta rain
Who’s the sly to say I ain’t the right guy
Of doing time baby i still can dance
Am I a pimp na i just furnace
See I let her guess
She loves that freppy sex
Your examp, your minds been slowly closing
I was chosin
The hulk did more than holdin
It’s fully loaded
All we need is a secret slogan
I got boys in motion as Vegas Hogan
Who you foolin Im from the city where its still shooken
On the side of the team & we ain’t losin
Get Get That That Dirt Off Your Off Your Shoulders
Dirt Dirt Off Your Shoulders Dirt Dirt Off Your Shoulders
Chino Grande:
Bust your left eye like Lisa Lopez
Slide through your hood with a ski mask mo-ped
3−5-7 keep my pockets warm
Pa shot filled with the reason why your lock is torn
Im a disturbed child raising 3 of my own
Guns bustin let ya kno that im still in the zone
Im strapped with a chrome
That taphlaunce fill up your home
Im just the reason why the feds got a tap on the phone
Im duckin, dodgin, & mobbin around alleys at night
Servin that candy-coded see thru just ain’t rite
I got these photozays tryna undastand while im gone
A single father, no welfare, I gotta be strong
Baby mama in the county & we can’t get along
So till then comprehend i got to right my wrongs
So observe what you heard isolated the drama
But the truth still remains Ima do what i wanna
Baby Jokes:
What stopped
Still got your mind South Side
I got a thing for the scene yeh Im still hot
You talk alot, fool was it all good
My credits stood
Yeh i hit the hood
Its understood that these guns play for blood
& I’ll be damned if my son gets raised in slums
Whats the ticket
I know they out politickin
Well thats you, its a fucked up livin
Im kumin left na fool im kumin right
Doin time in the shoe you dont see no knife
You seen it burstin
Next thing it was hurtin
Why you trippin you knew what you derservin
Repercussions, I gotta keep it Russian
Kinda harsh like that vodka rushin
Wheres the kush
I need that extra push
Chino, Jokes in this bitch with that new touch