Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hit Da Floe, artist - DirtyDate of issue: 26.02.2001
Song language: English
Hit Da Floe |
| 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 |
| When them Dirty Boys drop |
| Better hit the floe |
| Here we is boy, here we is boy |
| 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 |
| 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 |