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