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Everybody everybody everybody everybody |
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We call it the dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty |
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Dirrty dirrty dirrty (Double R) |
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Double R Everybody everybody everybody everybody everybody everybody |
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And we call it the dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty |
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Dirrty dirrty dirrty, |
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Double R [Drag-On] |
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Nigga let's get dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty |
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I'ma let my pump go early, from |
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Thrusday to |
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Thursday Eight o'clock in the morning |
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That's why we go out on a cop on my corner, yessuh |
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Gimme that |
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Lex', I'm gonna exit |
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So I can pull up outta here, we gone |
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Slow the shit down now so |
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I can catch it |
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I'm gon' catch it, catch it, catch it |
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Play it to the band cause |
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Petey Pablo threw me a bone so |
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I could fetch it, fetch it |
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Me and Petey |
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Pablo make you follow |
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Put the gun in his mouth, make him swallow |
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Do a nigga like, |
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Diallo I know |
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I'm warm but now it's time to get |
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WA-ARM! Now it's time to turn up, hurry up, y'all niggaz best to be |
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GO-ONE! Left his head to be |
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LO-ONG! - from the first day |
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I was born |
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Pop guns like popcorn, s-s-stutter like |
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Y'all motherfuckers ain't stabbin shit like a butter knife |
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That shit just don't cut right |
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On my block all we hear is |
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WOOP WOOP, niggaz it's time to run |
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Grab your guns cause beef with me and |
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Petey P. hide your sons |
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Double-R motherfucker |
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Let me slow this shit down before y'all make us spit rounds |
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Murder your block then skip town, nigga! [Chorus] 2 |
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X This gon' be the anthem for the clubs (YEAH!) code of the thugs (YEAH!) |
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Repped it in the streets (YEAH!) loved in the slums (YEAH!) |
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Who am I? (A RUFF RYDER!) |
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Who am I? (MR. NORTH CAROLINA!) [Petey Pablo] |
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So tired, these so-called drug thugs bust they gun niggaz |
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Mean mugged, supposed to be the toughest in the club niggaz |
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Watch out, motherfucker say somethin |
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I'll, I'll fuck you up |
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Tie ya ass to the back of a pick-up truck and just leave, uh |
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You a waste of good slug |
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And I told the motherfucker |
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I'd get him, so what? |
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It ain't like you hot |
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It ain't like we got work, meet me at yo' block |
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It ain't like we won't come through and take any motherfuckin thing you do got |
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We done had you a strong shower, one-five-one, no raw |
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I'm whoopin them drawers off, takin charge, play the bar |
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You dealin with the right one; if you want it, you sho' can get some |
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I ain't come to play, |
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Double-R told me to come up to |
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New York and |
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I came Drag- |
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On told me to write tonight and |
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God dammit we doin our thang |
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Dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty - whether you like it or not me and |
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Drag got this thang on lock and we about to change the game |
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I'ma bring the rain, |
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I'ma bring the pain |
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I'ma bring the wood and the grain |
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Get back with ya motherfuckin five-dollar ass, huh, 'fore |
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I make change [Chorus] 2 |
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X [Petey Pablo] |
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Drag, I can't lean lean - this motherfuckin track too hot |
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This shit keep callin me, still can't believe it |
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These motherfuckers waited so long (shit, me neither) |
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Should've been like |
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I slid right but |
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I bet you motherfuckers were scared cause this shit start shootouts and club fights |
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The shit might jump off tonight |
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I done seen the nigga and this bitch that |
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I don't like (he gon' get it) |
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Ju-ju-just just-just-just as soon as |
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I fit him (he gon' get it) |
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Simple-minded motherfucker shouldn't have been there |
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They role is to kill him, |
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Drag what's wrong with them? [Drag-On] |
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They must be crazy and deranged |
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Do I speak my ghetto slang, got a big chain |
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They say that was bad but |
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I'ma show you what this heavy metal bring |
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That's how |
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I settle things like |
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What y'all want, what y'all want? (You motherfuckers don't want none) |
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Roll that blunt, smoke that blunt (You niggaz stay in the pub) |
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We gettin high, gettin by, me and |
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Petey Pab' |
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Connectin like, shit to a fly, clip to a gun, y'all clip better run |
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Pick anyone got plenty of it, y'all niggaz really don't want it |
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That's a hit boy, y'all fittin to love it |
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Feel this clip up in yo' stomach, uh [Chorus] 2 |
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