| Now what you know about the CLK with fo' doors
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| Hoes with no drawers, smokin so raw
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| Coke from Omar, the nigga from «Scarface»
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| Connects with Sosa, the nigga that killed Tony
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| Now I throw pies like pizza chefs
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| We eat your bread, y’all niggas get beat to death
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| You wanna see somethin? |
| Playa watch, we sprayin shots
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| When haters plot, some been slingin rocks since Mayor Koch
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| I heard a lot about you
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| But I don’t give a fuck, so I gotta shout you
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| Party Arty in the truck, but you can’t see him
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| Had to warn 'em, better join 'em if you can’t beat 'em
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| And I’d give anything for my man freedom
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| Trick and Tone comin home to the fam-bino
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| And I’m that nigga like my man Nino
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| So let your crew, your clique, and family know
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| We get it dirty nigga
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| We get it rockin, get it happenin, we get it dusty
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| We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me
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| Droppin, 'til it’s platinum, 'til it’s dusty
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| We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me
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| We get it flossy, arrogant dog, bossy
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| Charge three after I slip a mick in your coffee
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| Get off me, started talkin fast and lost me
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| Of course we them niggas, «What What» like N.O.R.E
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| I blind hoes, when I step in the club
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| My chain so bright, I got chicks checkin for bugs
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| D-Flow lyrically I’m swift with the tongue fo' sho'
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| Killer you feelin me I’m sick with the gun and yo
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| It’s nuttin new son, bring your crew son
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| I knew none of these rappers, had it, my flow like magic
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| Hoes attracted to the kid with the small bling
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| South Boogie, niggas got it plus more bling
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| On the spot a hot 16 that ain’t shit
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| Rock blue and grey all day, and I ain’t Crip
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| My bank sick, dough stack to the sky
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| And I’mma stay high with a pound in the back of the 5
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| We get it poppin, we get it crackin, we get it dusty
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| We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me
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| Droppin, 'til it’s platinum, 'til it’s dusty
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| Get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me
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| What’s my profile?
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| Demeanor of a chief over this here beat, check the pow-wow
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| Sirens, reminiscent to violence
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| Wildlife, with about a hundred niggas behind us
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| Get it feelin like it’s World War 3 up in this bitch
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| Before the bomb hits nigga
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| We get it dirty, done deal, guns I reveal
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| Yo' gun stay concealed, let’s leave it at that
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| Machine gun rap spray off
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| Layin niggas six feet, eyes wide from the chaos
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| Many minds wanna know why they call me Mush
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| But if I tell ya then I got ta kill ya
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| See I leave no stones underturned, that’s how a lot of niggas get burned
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| Man I’m «Deep Cover» like Fishburne
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| It’s my turn, pay-offs is froo froo
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| Layoffs’ll make a nigga turn postal and shoot you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get It Dirty , by - O.C.. Song from the album Bon Appetit, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп