Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirt Work, artist - Slimm CalhounDate of issue: 09.02.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dirt Work |
| I’m about two an' a quarter from rockin' the bird |
| An' about a G short from choppin' the third |
| Now I’m sittin' at the light with ten pounds of herb |
| Uh oh, there they go, the Red Dogs swerve |
| Jumped out, ‽Man, damn, they got nerve†|
| Got the hell on, dropped everythin' includin' my word |
| Now it’s off through the woods we go, here we go |
| Tossin' the greens an' blow, oh no |
| Dippin' through the trails, runnin' from twelve |
| Everybody gotta lay low |
| Escape routes major, elite street rollers |
| Shit, we doper than cola, straight from Ayatollah |
| A Town heat strokers, flamin' like the Devil’s poker |
| Two of the best wit it, hot shit, we’ll roast it |
| If it’s beef, I’ll choke ya an' leave you for the vultures |
| Or we can keep it cool, playboy an' I’ll toast ya |
| Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play |
| I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way |
| Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play |
| I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way |
| Well it’s the rippinest, wickedest MC |
| Bustin' hard up out the ginseng |
| Tell more dope stories than a damn dope house dope fiend |
| Fuck the police, you know me |
| These hoes blow me slowly, seems like they owe me |
| Show me the dope, don’t worry about the cash |
| Or your girlfriend’s gonna be lonely, homey |
| These rich an' these vegetables spinnin' bony |
| Don’t make me open my book bag an' you underscalin' on me |
| You understand me, Tony |
| You look like you wanna go on a boat |
| But you know I’ll leave you bloatin' or floatin' |
| Like sailboats an' LTD’s, private, please |
| I’m the nigga that earned his street stripes |
| An' they’ve seen me in the Source Magazine |
| So you can’t even pass me three mikes |
| You get three strikes an' about a half of clip of bullets |
| So run it an' we can go on an' get our little prices up |
| An' act like we was on that Teen Summit |
| Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play |
| I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way |
| Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play |
| I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way |
| I’m about a four an' a half into workin' these slabs |
| An' about a hundred away from back in the lab |
| Now I done bust the next batch down an' my face lookin' drab |
| Uh oh, yep, this nigga done served me some bab |
| Me sad? |
| Naw, mad |
| Quick to bust your ass |
| Playin' around wit a hustler’s cash? |
| They’ll find ya stankin' in the trash |
| An' escape wit your 'Billy Jean' an' 'Thriller' 'cause I’m 'Bad' |
| Who dat, them niggas wit the juice pack, you thought you had? |
| Naw, Dad, I’m glad my niggas keep a few thangs, wit a few mags |
| Down to toe tag, drop bags, switch tags an' haul ass |
| Smash till we out of gas, blast only if we gotta blast |
| Turn sunny days into an overcast |
| Abusive to the under class, when my tongue lash |
| An' I mash out wit OutKast |
| Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play |
| I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way |
| Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play |
| I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way |
| Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play |
| I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way |
| Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play |
| I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way |
| Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play |
| I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way |
| Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play |
| I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way |