Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirrty, artist - Drag-On.
Date of issue: 03.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dirrty |
Everybody everybody everybody everybody |
We call it the dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty |
Dirrty dirrty dirrty (Double R) Double R |
Everybody everybody everybody everybody everybody everybody |
And we call it the dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty |
Dirrty dirrty dirrty, Double R |
Nigga let’s get dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty |
I’ma let my pump go early, from Thrusday to Thursday |
Eight o’clock in the morning |
That’s why we go out on a cop on my corner, yessuh |
Gimme that Lex', I’m gonna exit |
So I can pull up outta here, we gone |
Slow the shit down now so I can catch it |
I’m gon' catch it, catch it, catch it |
Play it to the band cause Petey Pablo threw me a bone |
So I could fetch it, fetch it |
Me and Petey Pablo make you follow |
Put the gun in his mouth, make him swallow |
Do a nigga like, Diallo |
I know I’m warm but now it’s time to get WA-ARM! |
Now it’s time to turn up, hurry up, y’all niggas best to be GO-ONE! |
Left his head to be LO-ONG! |
— from the first day I was born |
Pop guns like popcorn, s-s-stutter like |
Y’all motherfuckers ain’t stabbin shit like a butter knife |
That shit just don’t cut right |
On my block all we hear is WOOP WOOP, niggas it’s time to run |
Grab your guns cause beef with me and Petey P. hide your sons |
Double-R motherfucker |
Let me slow this shit down before y’all make us spit rounds |
Murder your block then skip town, nigga! |
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs (YEAH!) code of the thugs (YEAH!) |
Repped it in the streets (YEAH!) loved in the slums (YEAH!) |
Who am I? |
(A RUFF RYDER!) |
Who am I? |
(MR. NORTH CAROLINA!) |
So tired, these so-called drug thugs bust they gun niggas |
Mean mugged, supposed to be the toughest in the club niggas |
Watch out, motherfucker say somethin I’ll, I’ll fuck you up |
Tie ya ass to the back of a pick-up truck and just leave, uh |
You a waste of good slug |
And I told the motherfucker I’d get him, so what? |
It ain’t like you hot |
It ain’t like we got work, meet me at yo' block |
It ain’t like we won’t come through |
And take any motherfuckin thing you do got |
We done had you a strong shower, one-five-one, no raw |
I’m whoopin them drawers off, takin charge, play the bar |
You dealin with the right one; |
if you want it, you sho' can get some |
I ain’t come to play, Double-R told me to come up to New York and I came |
Drag-On told me to write tonight and God dammit we doin our thang |
Dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty — whether you like it or not |
Me and Drag got this thang on lock and we about to change the game |
I’ma bring the rain, I’ma bring the pain |
I’ma bring the wood and the grain |
Get back with ya motherfuckin five-dollar ass, huh, 'fore I make change |
Drag, I can’t lean lean — this motherfuckin track too hot |
This shit keep callin me, still can’t believe it |
These motherfuckers waited so long (shit, me neither) |
Should’ve been like I slid right |
But I bet you motherfuckers were scared |
Cause this shit start shootouts and club fights |
The shit might jump off tonight |
I done seen the nigga and this bitch that I don’t like (he gon' get it) |
Ju-ju-just just-just-just as soon as I fit him (he gon' get it) |
Simple-minded motherfucker shouldn’t have been there |
They role is to kill him, Drag what’s wrong with them? |
They must be crazy and deranged |
Do I speak my ghetto slang, got a big chain |
They say that was bad but I’ma show you what this heavy metal bring |
That’s how I settle things like |
What y’all want, what y’all want? |
(You motherfuckers don’t want none) |
Roll that blunt, smoke that blunt (You niggas stay in the pub) |
We gettin high, gettin by, me and Petey Pab' |
Connectin like, shit to a fly, clip to a gun, y’all clip better run |
Pick anyone got plenty of it, y’all niggas really don’t want it |
That’s a hit boy, y’all fittin to love it |
Feel this clip up in yo' stomach, uh |