Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Dirty Hoes (feat. Gangsta Boo), artist - Tear Da Club Up Thugs. Date of issue: 31.10.2000
Record label: Sony
Song language: English
All Dirty Hoes (feat. Gangsta Boo) |
| Pickin’up the murder scripts |
| So come and dish it for the road |
| And the code of the motherfuckin’Triple Six sitcom, ugh |
| Makin’sketchin’the infetion from the rich and come along |
| For the mark on your arm it’s the income |
| Ball on to the next century, misery |
| Scarecrow got a murder that is goin’down in history |
| A train from the north |
| A train from the south |
| There isn’t |
| But they all collided |
| All the niggas died |
| Cause the green and pride |
| Cause I will persue you |
| Screw you |
| Put a slug through you the voodoo bruetaly |
| Ride I’m seventh of the sign |
| I’m the sniper you can’t find |
| And my slug made of shiny jewelry |
| Mr. Boogie Man, Fee Fie Fo Fum |
| I smell some money in his hand, take his side arm |
| I don’t give a fuck about your side |
| You can be from L.A., Miami, or the N-Y |
| We gonna take you to the Triple Six club house |
| We got a plot for you already dug out |
| I’m gonna run outside man |
| And pop these thangs |
| Wanna wanna come play in a black reign |
| Hearses drivin round your house, voodoo hex |
| Voodoo dolls restin on your bed throwin devil sets |
| Sick sadistic, nothin up my sleeve |
| Money boost blazin’quick just call me crow |
| For he’s blaaay! |
| Crow got a lust for the devilish bust |
| And the Triple Six crush |
| and a touch like Malachi |
| Rollin’every spot |
| lookin for yo’ass and we high |
| With the infrerred sewn in his flesh |
| And like some fuckin’disco lights |
| We gonna cut ya into itty bitty parts |
| Meet me on your side of town |
| Where they keep the graveyards |
| Crush blasted rest lots of trash |
| Empty shells cracked |
| Cell City streets, black males found in blood trails |
| Ain’t enough mail for all y’all to prevail |
| So that we an put to sleep and they smeel while they pale |
| Sippin on the salty wines of your sweet softy blood |
| My name is Scarecrow, bitch you’re welcome to my club |
| Chorus (2x) -fade on 2nd- |