Lyrics:
sittin' in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)
I be hittin' they daughters
the borough where cats drive with the box in they trucks
Tre pound glocked up wrist be rocked up
Yelling out get down, lay down when we pop up
Blocks so hot we
one in your truck
(Let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty
(Let's get dirty)
And you really don't give a, what?
(Let's get dirty)
Say, let's get dirty
And what you don't have now
Trying to hate on me with a glass dick in your mouth
Used to represent in Cleveland black trucks with the bumps
Drive through
fucking know
'Cause you all playing the creep, son
All I hear is some songs about trucks y'all don't drive
With some verses 'bout hot girls you ain't
Now it's steak n pasta it was hotdogs n noodles
The only thing for breakfast was some eggs or some scroodles
I used to hit the truck for a big texas
come on nigga
You best, have, your gun on nigga
'Cause tonight we ride and you die
As soon as I walk up, or drive-by
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't
first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise,
this joint down!
Aiyyo.. a-huh, a-huh, ahh!
[Chorus: DJ cool + Redman]
If you pumpin this one in your truck (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty
the coffee
Load that truck and be on your way
Friday night you can drive to Vegas
Maybe this time you will win
Buy a trailer by the river
And you won't have
don't do drive by's we
Do pull ups like Sonic
Don't it, remind you of greatness
Leave your ass faceless
I battle you, take your heart
And then taste it
quiet around your arm
With the rise and fall of your chest
It's alternative rock
Bound by gravitational force
Mountains of porphyritic texture
Who's fine
the hood we so, ghetto
Brook-Nam, holla back, get your crook on
Live from the seven-one-eight, we raised the eight
Every time papi raise the weight
hit that up
Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk
Move over the microwave
Your admirers on the street
Got to hoot and stamp their feet
In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by mocassin sneakers
And I thought my
Your admirers on the street
Got to hoot and stamp their feet
In the heat from your physique
As you twinkle by mocassin sneakers
And I thought my
to rewind
Give me two feet, we're out of time
We don't have no reasons to rewind
Mind your own (yeah)
I been blessed by the Gods (yeah)
Divine my
He must be Origami, look at the way he folded
On the freeway, I'ma drive the Benz truck like it's stolen
Like my B-day, I got so much cake, can't
face
How your words started stickin' I could see your brain tickin'
As your eyes dart around my place
A broken heart burnt out, unplugged by the trash
Got the body in a bag in the back of the truck
With a pump
Loaded for all of you punks get slumped
So when I show up at your door better run
And believe
im Scarface
Riding lamb trucks
In Miami
U can tell I’m balling I put diamond on a bitch
This an adumars
Size 41 but cost a brick
I can these
the coffee
Load that truck and be on your way
Friday night you can drive to Vegas
Maybe this time you will win
Buy a trailer by the river
And you won’t have
no luck
You got a big bad truck and a tiny little penis
Voted Trump three times tryin' to find your Jesus
Usin' up the food stamps, blamin' it
grow dizzy and fall to the ground
And when I look up at you looking down,
Say it was only a dream
A big truck was parked in the drive one day
They
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