the Hen' It's quite alright, with the 'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Cut me a seven-treis Chevy, put dubs on that bitch Candy apple green, niggaz
ice watch on the sleeve of the white collar Leanin like the Pisa towser, he's in power Standing on top of the black bottom You should pack up now that the dirty
just had to diss dis Heidi Heidi Hoe, huh, the Heidi Hoe All the niggaz know, yo the Heidi Hoe, c'mon The Heidi Hoe, hah the Heidi Hoe All the niggaz
s game-related and designed Niggaz store up theirs and down opposite signs Chorus Outro: Sean Lett, Common It's like that y'all (yeah yeah) Common Sense and dirty
someplace this is one taste of Chicago, we got mo' many mo' many mo' many mo' flavors Don't just come to me, go ask thy neighbor-I'm-a-hood takin niggaz
when for a 40 I had to beg for bucks Nobody really gave a, so I had to beg for fucks Now what do niggaz do when they got not food Skibbidy skap and
want me to do there hair and makeup Girls hate me cuz I'm the cause of there breakup Diamond fingernails and 8 inch heels Niggaz on death row request
want me to do there hair and makeup Girls hate me 'cause I'm the cause of there breakup Diamond fingernails and 8 inch heels Niggaz on death row request
was my first run in wit them bustuz Then Stoopid roughed me up cuz I told em muthafuck him The story gets worse my hustle got deadly Duckin and runnin from that dirty
girls when we start falling in love. Was go take you on a cruise but I change my mind. I always promise you the movies but I have no time. I'm wit my niggaz
I'm a gangsta motherfucker, fuck who you are I told you Kwon to drink it then piss on the bar I don't give a damn and you niggaz know it Dirty you pussy
you all week Her baby, Daddy's out of town so, you can fuck around It's okay to check in that Motel 6, $59.95 Not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho Yeah
feel it when it drop this summer Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder 'Cuz in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table Where dem niggaz
niggaz wit the flow movin' faster than Flo Jo Floatin' through the three by four rim cocked to my left low I'm the boy that got dough talk to my dirty
Yeah, niggaz it's 2006 And I'm back in this bitch G-Unit When I come through I'm comfortable 49's 45's a pump or two We don't permit outsiders amongst
on the count of three (Go) Go, go, go, go, go, go And on the count of three Everybody run back to your fantasy, now (Go) She was a bad, uh, the type at the club niggaz
Rrrah, rrrah) Aow (Ten seconds) They said I don't belong up in here and shit (Aiyyo, five seconds) We gon' do it like this nigga This that syrup niggaz