Dirty - We Still Lyrics
[Intro:Big Pimp]Ha ha, off the topWe back, Dirty BoyzA new beginnin' babyWe doin' this thang with Nfinity, and mother*****in' Rap-A-LotBlack Klown foreverAll my dirty boyz representing the mother*****in' southAlabama that isOff the top, we still, and we still[Verse 1:Big Pimp]I'm a pimp to the first degreeThe same nigga teachin' the pimp game to youShit, he heard it from meOccasionally, I sack and hustle herb on the streetMy cousin G say mac these hoes and leave the curb up to meSo I'm oblidged--to tell every girl that I meetShe wanna ride--she gotta get some dirt on her kneesIt hurt'em to see, they baby mama swervin' with meLeft out your house with some pants but had a skirt underneathShe in the heavy C-H-E-V 350 rockin' with the shift kit hurtin' the streetShe on the block like she workin' the streetBut if I get her in my car, I'mma have the ***** slurpin' for freeOh you say you wanna twirk for a fee? Well I ain't no trick, BIOTCHI'll have your ass workin' for meThey call me Peter Wee, because I flirt with the freaksBut you ain't never seen me do it, you just heard it was meAnd I'm is...[Chorus:Big Pimp] (2x)We still pimpin' hoes, we still gangstafiedWe still ridin' vogues, we gettin' highWe still in the club, we still sackin' woodWe still on them tweety dubs, we still in the hood[Verse 2:G-Stacka]Now you know Gangsta stayin' blacked down, with a black 4-poundAnd'll bust off rounds, in your chest until your back blow outCause everyday I hit the corner with a cracked up ounceThem fiends see me, boy they start to do the Crackhead BounceAnd I got grams, grams, and grams of blowOf pure white snow, I call myself the good-dope-storeYou'll catch me deep off in the hood sittin' on all gold spokesOr probably smokin' on that wood, sippin' that Hypnot-oAnd my motto is:If you ain't gangsta, you ain't livin' rightAnd if you ain't pimpin' we got prescriptions that'll get you tightI come from the street, so packin' heat is just a part of lifeAnd game on your wife, freak her one night now she a super dikeAnd it's the same damn thang everyday, flood the block with ya'They don't smoke if they don't payI got a tech-9 in my waistline that'll leave your smoke grayAnd in the hood is where you'll find me on a daily paper chase[Chorus][Verse 3:G-Stacka]Now when they see me, hell they holla "Gangsta what you got for bout two bills"I'll give your ass a ten pack of triple stack X-pillsAnd that's real, cause a nigga out here tryin' to liveI hit the block with a bunch of rocks until I stack me a mil'[Verse 4:Big Pimp]I shack/Shaq like O'neal, thirty-two O's in the grillI point guard with G, but I coach them hoes like I'm PhilNiggas ask what I'll be doin' if I ain't have this dealAnd I tell them "The same thang for the last eighteen years"And that is...[Chorus]
