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[A.G.]
Yeah yeah, the dirty niggaz again
...
Check me out yo
I push the half-dozen light green, can't front
The drop 6 is quite mean, don't front
Shorty's lookin right in them skin-tight jeans
Body sick, want a lick like ice cream (go 'head)
You're jigglin baby
And my style so ill got the bitches goin crazy
The niggaz all hate me (that's why)
I keep the triggers off safety, spit about 80
I spit Vernon rock, that's hot lava
Clock on my dollar you got nada
Overlook my spot, I'll rock harder
Try to take what I got, the glock holla
"Tango & Cash," mango 'dro with the hash
Red Range Rove' with the stash
Cop was caught in plain clothes, that's his ass
Cop was caught in plain clothes, that's his ass

[Chorus]
Shout, shout, we get smoked out
We got the dirt y'all can't live without
C'mon, we're talkin to you
C'mon

[Party Arty]
No choice, I'm on this one (with no voice)
I get up in that ass with no moist
Laid up, fat nigga style
Eat everywhere I go, black nigga style
Smack a nigga up with that whack nigga style
You can't fuck around with my rap nigga style
Dick longer than a mile, stronger than a cow
Peace to all my niggaz from Shaol' to Chi-Town
Now now, boys and girls sit down
Old folks get up and get down - wit'cho bad self
We married to the game and if rap divorce us
Fuck stress - I'ma die from natural causes
When you see us 3 in them apple Porsches
Don't run up on the car, we ain't asked to floss this
Party Arty, boss of all bosses
From the Bronx to down South - G.D. whylin out

[Chorus]

[D-Flow]
It be the same Flow, look in the ice and see the rainbow
Aim low - and hit my target price
The God spit it twice, whack rappers die on the spot
High off the charts, say another rhyme I'll fly ya knot
Get ya stacks up, rappers better call for backup
Whippin these cats like they fucked the pack up
Spit acid, the John Wayne of this rap shit
Guns be plastic, puttin sons in caskets
Rhyme sick, shoulda heard me the first time dick
Watch a crime flick, come outside let the 9 spit
Puff Nestle, do hits on jet ski
Snipe niggaz like Wesley, "Black Mask" like Jet Li
Wear a Teflon, my cash niggaz is dead on
Mr. Dirty Don, tailor-made threads on

[Chorus x2]

C'mon

[Chorus]
[A.G.]  Yeah yeah, the dirty niggaz again  ...  Check me out yo  I push the half-dozen light green, can't front  The drop 6 is quite mean, don't front  Shorty's lookin right in them skin-tight jeans  Body sick, want a lick like ice cream (go 'head)  You're jigglin baby  And my style so ill got the bitches goin crazy  The niggaz all hate me (that's why)  I keep the triggers off safety, spit about 80  I spit Vernon rock, that's hot lava  Clock on my dollar you got nada  Overlook my spot, I'll rock harder  Try to take what I got, the glock holla  "Tango & Cash," mango 'dro with the hash  Red Range Rove' with the stash  Cop was caught in plain clothes, that's his ass  Cop was caught in plain clothes, that's his ass    [Chorus]  Shout, shout, we get smoked out  We got the dirt y'all can't live without  C'mon, we're talkin to you  C'mon    [Party Arty]  No choice, I'm on this one (with no voice)  I get up in that ass with no moist  Laid up, fat nigga style  Eat everywhere I go, black nigga style  Smack a nigga up with that whack nigga style  You can't fuck around with my rap nigga style  Dick longer than a mile, stronger than a cow  Peace to all my niggaz from Shaol' to Chi-Town  Now now, boys and girls sit down  Old folks get up and get down - wit'cho bad self  We married to the game and if rap divorce us  Fuck stress - I'ma die from natural causes  When you see us 3 in them apple Porsches  Don't run up on the car, we ain't asked to floss this  Party Arty, boss of all bosses  From the Bronx to down South - G.D. whylin out    [Chorus]    [D-Flow]  It be the same Flow, look in the ice and see the rainbow  Aim low - and hit my target price  The God spit it twice, whack rappers die on the spot  High off the charts, say another rhyme I'll fly ya knot  Get ya stacks up, rappers better call for backup  Whippin these cats like they fucked the pack up  Spit acid, the John Wayne of this rap shit  Guns be plastic, puttin sons in caskets  Rhyme sick, shoulda heard me the first time dick  Watch a crime flick, come outside let the 9 spit  Puff Nestle, do hits on jet ski  Snipe niggaz like Wesley, "Black Mask" like Jet Li  Wear a Teflon, my cash niggaz is dead on  Mr. Dirty Don, tailor-made threads on    [Chorus x2]    C'mon    [Chorus]