Dirty Sanchez - 147 Lyrics
LyricsDirty Sanchez and I got dirty presidentsTell your ***** that we at the back door kicking itMix the light of hash with the spliff in itMy lungs are blacker than licorice so they match with my timberlandsMissy didn't hit the L yet but I'm super-duper fly, manAviators on no helmetCapital Steez helped us formulate a teamNow it's cool all week, 45 to 47 degrees***** school though, them hoes scoot over95 maxima, the new Range RoversIt feels like we space travelingWith a eighth and a lava lamp, niggas just wishing we'd throw the towel inTiedye mental now kill the game we bound to winCrown and caged we proceed, y'all pre-gameAll our proceeds are sprouting, now we reigningDirty mother*****er this game what we stainingAnd you don't stop, it's still 147 on an undercover copAnd you don't stop, it's still 147 on an undercover copFrom an AK get ‘em to a mother*****ing cop***** is they repping for trying to lock me up for potIt's too bad that these bullets ain't gonna make you niggas stop‘Cause the way that they be watching if these faggots want the *****Why they plot on a nigga? Guess they think I'm selling rock‘Cause my knots grown bigger, I'm saving for the topJust to drop y'all quicker, ***** what you heard. beast coast gonna get youAnd when we come get you leave your spot on the stretcherI'm a real hot stepper fighting hard for this cheddarAnd only getting better, do this shit in any weatherAnd if you really clever watch your head for your head get severedAnd you don't stop, and that's 147 on an undercover copAnd you don't stop, and that's 147 on an undercover copAs I walk through the streets and the alleys of BrooklynFiends is on a scheme mad, cops is crooking, you shookenJust look here, this ain't your average playgroundBodies in the garbage so them niggas never play roundJust stay down ‘cause stray bullets might leave your face lookingDestructed, young ruckus can't touch thisFake MCs, get the ham and no bluffingThey say the kids ill, no, I'm *****ing disgustingThe bucket brim low, the all black TimbosWear the lumberjack, got a Brooklyn mentalWe fresher than Mentos, you cats is all weakSpending heat on momentum, never stand on our feetThese stans are I demand, the chances are MIARead my fortunes for fortune and my times are for grandJust understand God these streets is murderousI know you heard of us, you ain't hurting usIt's looking worse for you, we need a hearse for youBetter quit while you're ahead or get murked in aNew York minute you'll get smoked like you Newport livingThey want beef but MCs only be grillingAnd you don't stop, I said 147 on an undercover copAnd you don't stop, I said 147 on an undercover copPuff puff, pass the dutchy to the righteous manHeights expand, what we like the contrabandHit the road with a conscious bandFlow rugged raw shit and filled with intoxicantsSo the groupie girls pop lock it inDrop it like it's hotter than tropic landTropacan in a can, Cancun on can ann, still got the canFound your ex on the beach, you call me the sandmanGot the queen on dance all on a handstandDon't worry ‘bout what car I be in it got your BM in itDark tinted so you can't see him in itSharp splinters, told him it'll be a minuteOf blood stains thicker than wood grainThinking they would gain but your hood blamedProduction of your environmental conceptionWishing you was let into which you was not let inFlourishing through flows that let you go hoursTrue coffee flowers for hoursTrue MCs, they move beef with cowardsMe and Powers discovered our powers when we hit the soursWord to my brother Steez, I pack with the loudest so much greenWhen we hit spliffs it's like we hit the lottoThat's the lotto ‘cause “Life's a *****” is still a mottoBut that ain't the only reason we get high, thoughAnd you don't stop, it's still 147 on an undercover copAnd you don't stop, it's still 147 on an undercover cop
