Dirty - Hit da Floe lyrics

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[Big Pimp]

I know that y'all feel me now

Since we dropped that Versatile

Know y'all ain't seen my clique in a while

We in the hood coming up with killing style

Everybody talk cause we home now

Look at here boy, you'd better gone now

It used to be black but it's chrome now

If it's cocked back then it's gone fly

Put it on boss, so I won't lie

I used to be young but I'm grown now

Hit a few licks, so we known now

Kicked a little south, so it's on now

Do what you gotta when you broke man

If you get a verse, get the whole thang

How we get here, see we drove man

Rollin in a 'Lac on them chrome thangs, whoa man

We leavin 'em blowed, we leavin 'em throwed

We rollin' for sho'

We got the wood smellin like cinnamon

Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro

I'm hitting them blowed

I'm dropping straight game just to put them in

Could've been

The cheapest pimp that you ever seen before

I know you love it when I ride D's and vogues

I know the junkie love it when I cook keys and o's

I'm a freak so you know I stay pleasing woes

I love wood so you know I keep Optimos

We had to Gump locked when we dropped “On Them Vogues”

And the south don't stop till my head explode

Gotta keep it cold till my pockets swolle

So if you don't know you'd better ask her though

Big pimp quick to kick down your door

I'ma say it again, like I said it before

[Chorus x4]

When them Dirty Boys drop

Better hit the floe ["Hit the floe" x3]

Here we is boy, here we is boy

[Mr. G Stacka]

OK now

Now who be dropping them bombs

They keeping you crunk by making you jump

Off of every word that I spit out

You know them boys from the slum

They carry big pumps and ready to bomb

Off everything that's in our way now

Packing the heat, you stacking the cheese

Ready to freak, each and every one of you woes

Who running the Gump, man y'all already know

Them Dirty Boys, they got a style so cold

Continue to blow that killa smoke through my nose

Emptying clips and busting holes through our foes

Who that out there that's trying to steal our flow

After this time, I bet you won't no more

We left for a while, but now we back on your block

Locking it down because we opened up shop

You open your mouth and boy you bound to get popped

We licking up shots because we leaving them cocked

And every thug that I run with G's

Smoked out keeping freak tricks on they knees

Gotta sack of green wood so we called it trees

Plus a thing of Thunderbird that's swerving me

Now what y'all know bout Mr. G

Much love to them thugs that run the streets

Crack sells, fat mail, while them junkies geek

Pop slugs, draw blood, make them fakers flea

I know a lot of y'all out there envy me

That's all right, we knock em off easily

Seems to be that you would be more concerned

With making your own

Plus a little skeeting up stone

But let it alone

Cause it ain't nothing you can do

Dirty Boys coming back and we bringing the true

And the rest of y'all know when you showed the show

Deuce, triple O, we make em hit the floe

[Chorus]

[Big Pimp]

Now what y'all think we been doing brah

Sittin at home

Eatin snacks, getting fat

We been in the studio making tracks

But y'all boys wouldn't know nothing bout that

You too busy running off at your mouth

Hollerin about, we fell out

You need to worry bout y'all own damn house

While you're always trying to worry bout ours

Saying “Where the Pimp, where the G

I know they ain't fell of the M-A-P

Is it gonna be y'all last cd”

Look at here boy, stop asking me

That's the same old thing you asked last week

You talk too much if you ask me

I'm glad I ain't tell you that I lived with G

I'm glad I ain't tell you that I flipped the keys

Let me ask you a question

You remember my 'Lac

The green one that I had with my name in the back

Why you won't tell me

Hell who stole that

You pulling everything else out your hat

See most of y'all started rapping yesterday

See me and G been rapping since the 3rd grade

And I don't give a damn what none of y'all say

We bout the only group that deserve to get paid

So roll em up, sack em up, pack em up, and move em out

Them Dirty Boys coming back through this town

And we won't stop till we shut it down

So if you didn't know you'd better ask her though

Pimp and G quick to kick down your door

I'ma say it again like I said it before

When them Dirty boys drop (When them Dirty Boys drop)

Better hit the floe

[Chorus]