Dirty - 24 Inches Woodgrain Grippin Lyrics
[Chorus]I put 24 inches on the BroughamCall my baddest ***** and tell her daddy comin' homePull up at the light and them thangs keep spinnin'I'm bustin' down a Philly, finna fill it with a 20That liquor got me swervin', E&J is what we sippin'Just pulled it out the shop, so that paint still drippin'Got that thang flip-flop, so the flop keep flippin'Keep that 45 ***** when I'm woodgrain grippin'[Verse 1:Big Pimp]I woke up Friday morning, right before I washed my assMy nigga Keke called me, told me "Boy, come get your Lac"I'm happy as hell cause I been waitin' for the callHe told me that he sprayed it last night with stone wall"You got 31 Flavors, and boy you need to see'emBut you need you some rims, so meet me down at Emmet Neil'sAnd Pimp while you thinkin', I'mma tell you how to kill herTake off them Gary Payton's and sit that ***** on Andre Miller's"I call up LaKiera, that's my main thoroughbredCause right 'fore I hit her, I get some flame-thorough-headNow when she suck it, she don't play when she catch itCould it be I run with J and Scarface down in Texas?But I'm down in Alabama where the ballers love flexin'Keep my 45 *****ed just in case I feel threatenedI pulled up at the light and them hoes almost faintedI hearin' screamin' out, hollerin' "Keke must'a painted it"Yeah, yeah[Chorus][Verse 2:G-stacka]I'm choppin' down your block in a big body BroughamCandy flip-flop, 24 inch chromeSpinnin' like four windmills, enough to give off wind chillsAnd all this dro smoke is startin' to fog up my windshieldI'm sittin' more high than four deers, stacked on top of four hillsAnd if I sip 'bout four beers, I'll need four blunts to straight killI'll show you how that bass feel, four 15's off in the rearBeatin' so hard off in your ear, when you get out you can hardly hearMix E&J with Belvedere, so my mind ain't never clearMy 4-5 been with me so goddamn long feel like my souvenirYou wanna know what's truly real? How many times my candy flipThe sun make my paint look like a fruity bag of M&M'sHoes love the way it drip, so they holla "Let me ride"So it's me and Pimp with 'bout twenty-four hoes inside, every nightTakin' flight, in my Fleetwood full of hood freaksAnd if that thang is candy paint, it must got sprayed my Keke[Chorus][Verse 3:Both](In singing-rap style)[Big Pimp] We push Caddies with gold spokes, vogues with mo-mo[G-stacka] They sit high, they sit low, 20's and 24's[Big Pimp] We got hoes that dike hoes, suck dick, and snort blow[G-stacka] We got niggas that smoke dro, push bricks, and elbows[Big Pimp] Thirty-one clear coats drip wet like Mop 'n Glow[G-stacka] Spinners that chop fast, spinners that chop slow[Big Pimp] Gators of all soles, furs, and perm fros[G-stacka] We ride with 44's that's tucked off in our clothes[Chorus]
