Get It Dirty Lyrics
| Song | Get It Dirty |
| Artist | O.C. |
| Album | Bon Appetit |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Best, Credle | |
| (feat. D Flow, Party Arty) | |
| [Party Arty] | |
| Now what you know about the CLK with fo' doors | |
| Hoes with no drawers, smokin so raw | |
| Coke from Omar, the nigga from "Scarface" | |
| Connects with Sosa, the nigga that killed Tony | |
| Now I throw pies like pizza chefs | |
| We eat your bread, y'all niggaz get beat to death | |
| You wanna see somethin? Playa watch, we sprayin shots | |
| When haters plot, some been slingin rocks since Mayor Koch | |
| I heard a lot about you | |
| But I don't give a fuck, so I gotta shout you | |
| Party Arty in the truck, but you can't see him | |
| Had to warn 'em, better join 'em if you can't beat 'em | |
| And I'd give anything for my man freedom | |
| Trick and Tone comin home to the fam-bino | |
| And I'm that nigga like my man Nino | |
| So let your crew, your clique, and family know | |
| We get it dirty nigga | |
| [Chorus: D Flow] | |
| We get it rockin, get it happenin, we get it dusty | |
| We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me | |
| Droppin, 'til it's platinum, 'til it's dusty | |
| We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me | |
| [D Flow] | |
| We get it flossy, arrogant dog, bossy | |
| Charge three after I slip a mick in your coffee | |
| Get off me, started talkin fast and lost me | |
| Of course we them niggaz, "What What" like N.O.R.E. | |
| I blind hoes, when I step in the club | |
| My chain so bright, I got chicks checkin for bugs | |
| D-Flow lyrically I'm swift with the tongue fo' sho' | |
| Killer you feelin me I'm sick with the gun and yo | |
| It's nuttin new son, bring your crew son | |
| I knew none of these rappers, had it, my flow like magic | |
| Hoes attracted to the kid with the small bling | |
| South Boogie, niggaz got it plus more bling | |
| On the spot a hot 16 that ain't shit | |
| Rock blue and grey all day, and I ain't Crip | |
| My bank sick, dough stack to the sky | |
| And I'ma stay high with a pound in the back of the 5 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Chorus Two: D Flow] | |
| We get it poppin, we get it crackin, we get it dusty | |
| We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me | |
| Droppin, 'til it's platinum, 'til it's dusty | |
| Get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me | |
| [O.C.] | |
| What's my profile? | |
| Demeanor of a chief over this here beat, check the pow-wow | |
| Sirens, reminiscent to violence | |
| Wildlife, with about a hundred niggaz behind us | |
| Get it feelin like it's World War 3 up in this bitch | |
| Before the bomb hits nigga | |
| We get it dirty, done deal, guns I reveal | |
| Yo' gun stay concealed, let's leave it at that | |
| Machine gun rap spray off | |
| Layin niggaz six feet, eyes wide from the chaos | |
| Many minds wanna know why they call me Mush | |
| But if I tell ya then I got ta kill ya | |
| See I leave no stones underturned, that's how a lot of niggaz get burned | |
| Man I'm "Deep Cover" like Fishburne | |
| It's my turn, pay-offs is froo froo | |
| Layoffs'll make a nigga turn postal and shoot you | |
| [Chorus + Chorus Two] |
| zuo ci : Best, Credle | |
| feat. D Flow, Party Arty | |
| Party Arty | |
| Now what you know about the CLK with fo' doors | |
| Hoes with no drawers, smokin so raw | |
| Coke from Omar, the nigga from " Scarface" | |
| Connects with Sosa, the nigga that killed Tony | |
| Now I throw pies like pizza chefs | |
| We eat your bread, y' all niggaz get beat to death | |
| You wanna see somethin? Playa watch, we sprayin shots | |
| When haters plot, some been slingin rocks since Mayor Koch | |
| I heard a lot about you | |
| But I don' t give a fuck, so I gotta shout you | |
| Party Arty in the truck, but you can' t see him | |
| Had to warn ' em, better join ' em if you can' t beat ' em | |
| And I' d give anything for my man freedom | |
| Trick and Tone comin home to the fambino | |
| And I' m that nigga like my man Nino | |
| So let your crew, your clique, and family know | |
| We get it dirty nigga | |
| Chorus: D Flow | |
| We get it rockin, get it happenin, we get it dusty | |
| We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me | |
| Droppin, ' til it' s platinum, ' til it' s dusty | |
| We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me | |
| D Flow | |
| We get it flossy, arrogant dog, bossy | |
| Charge three after I slip a mick in your coffee | |
| Get off me, started talkin fast and lost me | |
| Of course we them niggaz, " What What" like N. O. R. E. | |
| I blind hoes, when I step in the club | |
| My chain so bright, I got chicks checkin for bugs | |
| DFlow lyrically I' m swift with the tongue fo' sho' | |
| Killer you feelin me I' m sick with the gun and yo | |
| It' s nuttin new son, bring your crew son | |
| I knew none of these rappers, had it, my flow like magic | |
| Hoes attracted to the kid with the small bling | |
| South Boogie, niggaz got it plus more bling | |
| On the spot a hot 16 that ain' t shit | |
| Rock blue and grey all day, and I ain' t Crip | |
| My bank sick, dough stack to the sky | |
| And I' ma stay high with a pound in the back of the 5 | |
| Chorus | |
| Chorus Two: D Flow | |
| We get it poppin, we get it crackin, we get it dusty | |
| We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me | |
| Droppin, ' til it' s platinum, ' til it' s dusty | |
| Get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me | |
| O. C. | |
| What' s my profile? | |
| Demeanor of a chief over this here beat, check the powwow | |
| Sirens, reminiscent to violence | |
| Wildlife, with about a hundred niggaz behind us | |
| Get it feelin like it' s World War 3 up in this bitch | |
| Before the bomb hits nigga | |
| We get it dirty, done deal, guns I reveal | |
| Yo' gun stay concealed, let' s leave it at that | |
| Machine gun rap spray off | |
| Layin niggaz six feet, eyes wide from the chaos | |
| Many minds wanna know why they call me Mush | |
| But if I tell ya then I got ta kill ya | |
| See I leave no stones underturned, that' s how a lot of niggaz get burned | |
| Man I' m " Deep Cover" like Fishburne | |
| It' s my turn, payoffs is froo froo | |
| Layoffs' ll make a nigga turn postal and shoot you | |
| Chorus Chorus Two |
| zuò cí : Best, Credle | |
| feat. D Flow, Party Arty | |
| Party Arty | |
| Now what you know about the CLK with fo' doors | |
| Hoes with no drawers, smokin so raw | |
| Coke from Omar, the nigga from " Scarface" | |
| Connects with Sosa, the nigga that killed Tony | |
| Now I throw pies like pizza chefs | |
| We eat your bread, y' all niggaz get beat to death | |
| You wanna see somethin? Playa watch, we sprayin shots | |
| When haters plot, some been slingin rocks since Mayor Koch | |
| I heard a lot about you | |
| But I don' t give a fuck, so I gotta shout you | |
| Party Arty in the truck, but you can' t see him | |
| Had to warn ' em, better join ' em if you can' t beat ' em | |
| And I' d give anything for my man freedom | |
| Trick and Tone comin home to the fambino | |
| And I' m that nigga like my man Nino | |
| So let your crew, your clique, and family know | |
| We get it dirty nigga | |
| Chorus: D Flow | |
| We get it rockin, get it happenin, we get it dusty | |
| We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me | |
| Droppin, ' til it' s platinum, ' til it' s dusty | |
| We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me | |
| D Flow | |
| We get it flossy, arrogant dog, bossy | |
| Charge three after I slip a mick in your coffee | |
| Get off me, started talkin fast and lost me | |
| Of course we them niggaz, " What What" like N. O. R. E. | |
| I blind hoes, when I step in the club | |
| My chain so bright, I got chicks checkin for bugs | |
| DFlow lyrically I' m swift with the tongue fo' sho' | |
| Killer you feelin me I' m sick with the gun and yo | |
| It' s nuttin new son, bring your crew son | |
| I knew none of these rappers, had it, my flow like magic | |
| Hoes attracted to the kid with the small bling | |
| South Boogie, niggaz got it plus more bling | |
| On the spot a hot 16 that ain' t shit | |
| Rock blue and grey all day, and I ain' t Crip | |
| My bank sick, dough stack to the sky | |
| And I' ma stay high with a pound in the back of the 5 | |
| Chorus | |
| Chorus Two: D Flow | |
| We get it poppin, we get it crackin, we get it dusty | |
| We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me | |
| Droppin, ' til it' s platinum, ' til it' s dusty | |
| Get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me | |
| O. C. | |
| What' s my profile? | |
| Demeanor of a chief over this here beat, check the powwow | |
| Sirens, reminiscent to violence | |
| Wildlife, with about a hundred niggaz behind us | |
| Get it feelin like it' s World War 3 up in this bitch | |
| Before the bomb hits nigga | |
| We get it dirty, done deal, guns I reveal | |
| Yo' gun stay concealed, let' s leave it at that | |
| Machine gun rap spray off | |
| Layin niggaz six feet, eyes wide from the chaos | |
| Many minds wanna know why they call me Mush | |
| But if I tell ya then I got ta kill ya | |
| See I leave no stones underturned, that' s how a lot of niggaz get burned | |
| Man I' m " Deep Cover" like Fishburne | |
| It' s my turn, payoffs is froo froo | |
| Layoffs' ll make a nigga turn postal and shoot you | |
| Chorus Chorus Two |
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