Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirty B Side, artist - DJ Cut Killer. Album song Hip-Hop Soul Party, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.05.2010
Record label: Double H
Song language: English
Dirty B Side |
| B Side, B side, ha, check it So So Def … Bad Boy … collaboration |
| The Notorious BIG in the house |
| We got Da Brat in the house |
| And me, y’all know who I be Check it … |
| I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to Funk for your trunk is what I provide you |
| So slide through your hood with me in your deck |
| Cause your correct way to get your groove on FLOMPS |
| And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid |
| Fucked around and made some shit you can’t fuck with |
| They thought luck did it, but it didn’t cause I’m back again |
| Back with the Big and my new-found friend |
| Sliding in from the front, never way behind |
| Niggas wonder how I came with this style of mine |
| Remain in your seats as I release the clip into yo’hip |
| Brat and Biggie Smalls… |
| Aw, shit! |
| On top of all that, I’m so, so remarkable, |
| Flow to make you motherfuckers know |
| Ain’t an MC coming close to touch |
| Bitches I like to fuck, guns I like to bust, so… |
| Chorus (2x): Manuel Seal |
| Lay on back, light up the blunts |
| As we give you motherfuckers just what you want |
| I never knew, niggas had a clue |
| On who was the king of the street |
| More deep than a Range Rover jeep, guns under the seat |
| And my nigga just came home from work, release |
| Cristal in my lap, chronic in the air |
| (Brat: Nigga, pass that shit like you just don’t care) |
| Yeah, you on my shit list, Biggie burns spliffs |
| when I’m pissed, release the Rolex from your wrist |
| Nigga, no human being, Korean or European |
| be seein’what Big be seein', I leave 'em peein' |
| in they draws, because Biggie Smalls |
| Is far from weak -- Brat-tat-tat, please speak … |
| (Brat: Nigga, close your eyes, cause you already see |
| the Notorious B-R-A-T) |
| The raw combination, the destination, |
| Number one tote a gun with no hestiation |
| Live with the funkdafied cutie pie |
| Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side |
| If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me And we’ll be rapping at your motherfuckin’eulogy, so … |
| Jermaine Dupri: |
| Brat-tat-tat-tat, please speak … |
| I got the funk in my pocket, shit stay locked down |
| The nigga you know who represent them platinuim sounds |
| Now baby Biggie, I done heard that Juicy |
| Didn’t find nuthin but truth, in the hook B You’re pledging to wreck with a notorious nigga ready to die |
| jump in the Benz, took me a little ride |
| round the mountain, broke a left, hit SoSoDef |
| and told the nigga JD I was the one, fuck the rest |
| We Funkdafied, kicking it live |
| Robin Leach teach a nigga how to really survive |
| Whether it be track or blunt, ain’t no need to front |
| Got what you need, and I take everything you ever wanted, nigga |
| We comin’mass, his pimpin’ass, his glass is full of Moet |
| The Rolex is bar-bayed, parkade, B to the R-A, T Rolling off swoll on chrome 17 |
| Outro: Jermaine Dupri |
| Lay back, listen to the B-Side |
| Slide, glide, do whatever you want |
| Get out your lighters |
| We be the rhyme writers |
| Starters … from the heart of College Park, |
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