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(feat. Petey Pablo) [Petey Pablo] Everybody everybody everybody everybody We call it the dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty Dirrty dirrty dirrty (Double R) Double R Everybody everybody everybody everybody everybody everybody And we call it the dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty Dirrty dirrty dirrty, Double R [Drag-On] Nigga let's get dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty I'ma let my pump go early, from Thrusday to Thursday Eight o'clock in the morning That's why we go out on a cop on my corner, yessuh Gimme that Lex', I'm gonna exit So I can pull up outta here, we gone Slow the shit down now so I can catch it I'm gon' catch it, catch it, catch it Play it to the band cause Petey Pablo threw me a bone so I could fetch it, fetch it Me and Petey Pablo make you follow Put the gun in his mouth, make him swallow Do a nigga like, Diallo I know I'm warm but now it's time to get WA-ARM! Now it's time to turn up, hurry up, y'all niggaz best to be GO-ONE! Letras de cancionesLeft his head to be LO-ONG! - from the first day I was born Pop guns like popcorn, s-s-stutter like Y'all motherfuckers ain't stabbin shit like a butter knife That shit just don't cut right On my block all we hear is WOOP WOOP, niggaz it's time to run Grab your guns cause beef with me and Petey P. hide your sons Double-R motherfucker Let me slow this shit down before y'all make us spit rounds Murder your block then skip town, nigga! [Chorus x2: Petey Pablo] This gon' be the anthem for the clubs (YEAH!) code of the thugs (YEAH!) Repped it in the streets (YEAH!) loved in the slums (YEAH!) Who am I? (A RUFF RYDER!) Who am I? (MR. NORTH CAROLINA!) [Petey Pablo] So tired, these so-called drug thugs bust they gun niggaz Mean mugged, supposed to be the toughest in the club niggaz Watch out, motherfucker say somethin I'll, I'll fuck you up Tie ya ass to the back of a pick-up truck and just leave, uh You a waste of good slug And I told the motherfucker I'd get him, so what? It ain't like you hot It ain't like we got work, meet me at yo' block It ain't like we won't come through and take any motherfuckin thing you do got We done had you a strong shower, one-five-one, no raw I'm whoopin them drawers off, takin charge, play the bar You dealin with the right one; if you want it, you sho' can get some I ain't come to play, Double-R told me to come up to New York and I came Drag-On told me to write tonight and God dammit we doin our thang Dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty - whether you like it or not me and Drag got this thang on lock and we about to change the game I'ma bring the rain, I'ma bring the pain I'ma bring the wood and the grain Get back with ya motherfuckin five-dollar ass, huh, 'fore I make change [Chorus] [Petey Pablo] Drag, I can't lean lean - this motherfuckin track too hot This shit keep callin me, still can't believe it These motherfuckers waited so long (shit, me neither) Should've been like I slid right but I bet you motherfuckers were scared cause this shit start shootouts and club fights The shit might jump off tonight I done seen the nigga and this bitch that I don't like (he gon' get it) Ju-ju-just just-just-just as soon as I fit him (he gon' get it) Simple-minded motherfucker shouldn't have been there They role is to kill him, Drag what's wrong with them? [Drag-On] They must be crazy and deranged Do I speak my ghetto slang, got a big chain They say that was bad but I'ma show you what this heavy metal bring That's how I settle things like What y'all want, what y'all want? (You motherfuckers don't want none) Roll that blunt, smoke that blunt (You niggaz stay in the pub) We gettin high, gettin by, me and Petey Pab' Connectin like, shit to a fly, clip to a gun, y'all clip better run Pick anyone got plenty of it, y'all niggaz really don't want it That's a hit boy, y'all fittin to love it Feel this clip up in yo' stomach, uh [Chorus x2] From Letras Mania