[Intro] [In a little kids voice] Uncle Pimp and G [G] What's up Could you read us a hoodtime story please? [G]Y'all all in the trap Yep [G]Ok, ok...Here
e'en have my music crunk, now they tryin' to play me Every time they stop me they don't get nothin' so I know they hatin' (not to day) I'm slippin' ridin' dirty
(feat. Bun B) [Intro: Mr. G-stack] Yeah... What? Okay... yeah Dirty Boyz back.. This song for all them hoes in the club All them bad bitches All the
[Intro: Big Pimp] Hahaha Yeah, Dirty Boyz back I know in life, sometimes it seem like you might be stressed with a lotta problems that you can't answer
nigga You say you trill come take like a soldier fuck-nigga Man it's funny...how everything they got to say (got to say) Ain't revealed till them Dirty
up out my way I be true O.G., you can quote what I say I'm a H-town nigga from around the way Southside, ridin' dirty like I'm UGK Asshole by nature like
and Jacob for them bracelets and rings 'Cause our verse in the hood makes their names ring She take a picture with me on B E T She the new talk of the hood
, fire, fire Rap phenomenon, soon as the album drop Artists don't eat like the month of Ramadan Dirty this, dirty that, guess I'm a dirty cat Sellin'
Anything pop off, it's us against the world Such a hood girl with that dirty loving That'll make your toes curl Yo, relax and chill analyze the story
on and some shit? ..I need some pussy though I'm ready for a Catwoman or something f-fuck it, lets go! Aiyyo Shareefa go to the store for me. I need some
[Kid Frost] Home boy Home boy Yes sir Yes sir From Tex to Cali part two Ha ha [Verse 1: SPM] I gets down and dirty Stood at 7:30 My team
to struggle ya heard me Me and my niggaz in the course and we constantly dirty Constantly dirty, constantly dirty Constantly dirty, constantly dirty Constantly dirty, constantly dirty Constantly dirty, constantly dirty
&e lit you See me in 3d git you Hit em up git rid of Did em up like dirty draws He was a jealous mothafucka As the story was told 29 years old 350 gs
thru my hood, mothafucka! You can hear the police sirens blazin' After these niggas that's paper chasin' Throwin' house parties in the basement How niggas doin' it in the wasteland Nigga, get down and dirty
mama, pushed daddy around You tore off in his car Here you are runnin' these dirty old streets Tattoo on your neck, fake gold on your teeth Got the hood
Project Pat] Yea Project Pat up in this dang thang Crook by da book, the fed story Yall know how we do We do it like it sposed to be done The dirty dirty
But growin up in the hood'll leave your mind baffled We put haters in the past like time travel That's my murder story, I'm past purgatory I need prayer
' like the God, I'm out raw 'til I die Smile for me, kiss ya little child for me I know the story, going to bed, feeling hungry Wakin' up dirty, all
