Dirty - Hit Da Floe Lyrics
[Big Pimp] I know that y'all feel me now Since we dropped that Versatile Know y'all ain't seen my clique in a while We in the hood coming up with killing style Everybody talk cause we home now Look at here boy, you'd better gone now It used to be black but it's chrome now If it's *****ed back then it's gone fly Put it on boss, so I won't lie I used to be young but I'm grown now Hit a few licks, so we known now Kicked a little south, so it's on now Do what you gotta when you broke man If you get a verse, get the whole thang How we get here, see we drove man Rollin in a 'Lac on them chrome thangs, whoa man We leavin 'em blowed, we leavin 'em throwed We rollin' for sho' We got the wood smellin like cinnamon Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro I'm hitting them blowed I'm dropping straight game just to put them in Could've been The cheapest pimp that you ever seen before I know you love it when I ride D's and vogues I know the junkie love it when I cook keys and o's I'm a freak so you know I stay pleasing woes I love wood so you know I keep Optimos We had to Gump locked when we dropped On Them Vogues And the south don't stop till my head explode Gotta keep it cold till my pockets swolle So if you don't know you'd better ask her though Big pimp quick to kick down your door I'ma say it again, like I said it before Chorus (4X) When them Dirty Boys drop Better hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)] Here we is boy, here we is boy [Mr. G Stacka] OK now Now who be dropping them bombs They keeping you crunk by making you jump Off of every word that I spit out You know them boys from the slum They carry big pumps and ready to bomb Off everything that's in our way now Packing the heat, you stacking the cheese Ready to freak, each and every one of you woes Who running the Gump, man y'all already know Them Dirty Boys, they got a style so cold Continue to blow that killa smoke through my nose Emptying clips and busting holes through our foes Who that out there that's trying to steal our flow After this time, I bet you won't no more We left for a while, but now we back on your block Locking it down because we opened up shop You open your mouth and boy you bound to get popped We licking up shots because we leaving them *****ed And every thug that I run with G's Smoked out keeping freak tricks on they knees Gotta sack of green wood so we called it trees Plus a thing of Thunderbird that's swerving me Now what y'all know bout Mr. G Much love to them thugs that run the streets Crack sells, fat mail, while them junkies geek Pop slugs, draw blood, make them fakers flea I know a lot of y'all out there envy me That's all right, we knock em off easily Seems to be that you would be more concerned With making your own Plus a little skeeting up stone But let it alone Cause it ain't nothing you can do Dirty Boys coming back and we bringing the true And the rest of y'all know when you showed the show Deuce, triple O, we make em hit the floe Chorus [Big Pimp] Now what y'all think we been doing brah Sittin at home Eatin snacks, getting fat We been in the studio making tracks But y'all boys wouldn't know nothing bout that You too busy running off at your mouth Hollerin about, we fell out You need to worry bout y'all own damn house While you're always trying to worry bout ours Saying Where the Pimp, where the G I know they ain't fell of the M-A-P Is it gonna be y'all last cd Look at here boy, stop asking me That's the same old thing you asked last week You talk too much if you ask me I'm glad I ain't tell you that I lived with G I'm glad I ain't tell you that I flipped the keys Let me ask you a question You remember my 'Lac The green one that I had with my name in the back Why you won't tell me Hell who stole that You pulling everything else out your hat See most of y'all started rapping yesterday See me and G been rapping since the 3rd grade And I don't give a damn what none of y'all say We bout the only group that deserve to get paid So roll em up, sack em up, pack em up, and move em out Them Dirty Boys coming back through this town And we won't stop till we shut it down So if you didn't know you'd better ask her though Pimp and G quick to kick down your door I'ma say it again like I said it before When them Dirty boys drop (When them Dirty Boys drop) Better hit the floe Chorus
