Lyrics Dirty Glove - Guilty Simpson, Phat Kat

Dirty Glove

Into your Brains no forgetting the whole getting capoodle podles die
When they throw pits in the pit the pit in your stomach got bubble and and shit
That’s fear my money smelling like last year matter of fact the year before that
Business man with a renaissance rap i go in my briefcase rock em to sleep for
peace sake
Then they reminisce over them my god
My games way above the rim you can say this style is jumping out the gym
Am tim duncan on you hoes list something that they grow it’s something you
should know You did nothing for a hoe i spill yo pumpkin with a foe with a side
jaw
Doggy goes before nightfall trust me you don’t want to get you life started in
the dirty glove
In the dirty glove ain’t it the dirty glove does it fit then you must quit
lying about street life when the b hits the real ones will take that weak shit
Am nothing nice i bust i break all rules on fake cruise smack the skin off your
face have you crying the blues she crazy they put it on the six o’clock news as
drama
This is what i bring if you don’t pay them dues
Silly niggas you need to do your research see how this heat work
Put your goofy ass face on a t shirt niggas mine they baby mama fuck me first
Really they need to thank me cause the way they does work
Am t and t with short fuse to strike quick and niggas that talking slick start
picking yo casket
Am a grown ass man with that hot spit so it’s deeper than rap shit
Fuck around get your mouth wide nose broke and head split
That blast from the pump will left you virtually faceless
You wishing that you didn’t even say shit
But you’re a grown man you love to take risks
Ronny yu and G S you pussy holes go will hate this
In the dirty glove ain’t it the dirty glove does it fit then you must quit
lying about street life when the b hits the real ones will take that weak shit
Trial of the troop let’s separate all the doo’s from the don’ts and motion
through
The city where you never should speak unless spoken to
Look around everybody tryin to put it down feeling like
Everybody crooked now villain type clutching on my skin and still
Am feeling a fight coming on with my light seeing all
And a stable table that turns with every storm
Catching me not holding this rare form
You’ve been warned it’s a message through the song
Cuz shell shock i learned on hells block where they dabbled in drugs and
splatter the walls and tell cops
In the dirty glove ain’t it the dirty glove does it fit then you must quit
lying about street life when the b hits the real ones will take that weak shit
In the dirty glove ain’t it the dirty glove does it fit then you must quit
lying about street life when the b hits the real ones will take that weak shit
Shut it down