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Slum Village - Dirty lyrics
(featuring Ol' Dirty Bastard) [Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo this O.D.B. and Slum Village Detriot wild out! You know how we do [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Girl, if you're flexible, intellectual Bisexual, can I get next to you If you're flexible than, we can keep it dirty and sexual If your man front, than we gotta knock the nigga out Smack the nigga up, stomp the nigga out, clap clap the nigga up [T3] She got a man, but her man ain't me I'm a, M-A-C, to P-I-M-P I'mma, show her things, and spend a little cheese, baby Cuz your man ain't doing the right thing lately Yup, so I'm steppin in his house If the nigga step up I'ma knock the nigga out So I'm here with a beer and a glove With some thugs and some chicks with some derry' ass She got a man, it ain't fair, I don't care I ain't scared with my dudes and I come prepared Ladies, lemme see what you workin with Make a nigga stay at home like a punishment I'm trying, to think of us, think of we girl Think about us, and some, and T3 [Chorus] [Elzhi] Yeah, you know how Slum do, when we come through Gum shoe, Air Force is a pair of Air Jordan's Pelle Pel, are old school with gangsta white walls Tailor suits, coordinatin' with the gator boots Before you hate on what we do, it's a D thang You flamin' at a Cappa/Rae offa Alize Where the ladies at, pushin' back you Baby Phat Make it clap like eight gats Stayin' at the Infenium, just use the key You got a man, but what your man gotta do with me He don't want it, nah, he don't know the nigga Roll with Dreadknotts, Cardy boys, and a mil', phat killas Raw CD twelve, but don't mind that And we should hit the telly up, I got the Remy and the dime bag [Chorus] [Hook 4X: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Keep it dirty nuh [T3] What, they don't wanna fuck with us They don't wanna feel the pain and get bruised and touched She was down with your team, now she roll with us Brought he girlfriend with her and its all a plus She wanna do what the players do, play how the players play And she don't like how you treated her anyway [Elhzi] Yeah, you said you love, but is it really real Would you break me off first, and let my nigga Phil hit you Picture my Caddy truck, we sexin' in the backseat Or in my room, you bucky naked in my black mink Girl, it's either 'this or that', like it's Black Sheep I know it's on, if you twistin' back my Pistons cap Ignore the phone, if it's your man, let the machine get it Matter fact, turn off the ringer, and let me lean in it [Hook 3X] [Chorus] [Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard] From Detroit all the way to New York, we comes down |
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