Lyrics:
Look how it left my city
Broken, grimy and gritty
Times as hard as Rum Nitty
Somewhere shiny and spiffy
Gucci, Prada and Fendi
In the drive thru
Lay it down for tha mista twista bottle caps
Stick em up like a pirate but without a patch
Chitty chitty bang bang nuthin but cheese mane
Nitty gritty
my biddie
She's so pretty
Are you ready for virtual nitty gritty
Riding my flying car
Weaving through the lights
I can't see I'm blinded
By neon light
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
(Dirty cash, dirty cash)
Meanwhile, back in the city, the real deal, the nitty gritty
Sell yourself
UK wot.
Yo as a hustle in the city for a paper stack lord knows
i got the devil on ma back
Its a cold world l gotta stay on track,
dogg eat dogg
[Master P]
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)
[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I love the way she shake it in the thong -
people out here really acting gritty
I don't like pitty, it's so nitty gritty
I grab on her titty and she do the spitty
She spin on that dickie and then
money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
(Dirty cash, dirty cash)
Meanwhile, back in the city, the real pill, the nitty
right, sippin' on moonshine
Blue jean baby dancin' in the truck lights
Little Nitty Gritty playin' on the radio
"Fishin' in The Dark", ain't got no
got guys in the jail doing time in the cell
I'm still alive and well
Still alive and kicking
It's like back in the day watching live and kicking
its my turn to buss
And make weak muthafuckas turn to dust
And if you weak you die in the streets of Chi
Its deep drive by my bullets fly in the seat
[?], it's go Philly
It's shorties in the front row flashin' both titties
The texture of my voice is coarse, it's so gritty
That I could make
stretch my arm like elastic, head like a magnet
Set assure, you know I don't play
When it comes down to it, the nitty gritty
For a sucker like you I feel
getting nitty and gritty
They only caring for themselves
Yeah that's expected
Pussy by preference
Can't trust these pussies
They use shit for leverage
I
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
Ich
play
When it comes down to it, the nitty gritty
For a sucker like you I feel a whole lot of pity
"Beat biter! Dope style taker!
Tell you to your
tru the back
Came wid da glizzy, da mandems busy, I'm thinking bout all da gyal from CP
Cash off nitties gs dem gritty, ain't talking Audi dem gyal TT
get it
Why these niggas out here to get me
I ain't playing or slipping
From the dirt you feel me
I get frm the nitty nitty gritty
Off the muscle I
to the hood
Where the stealers and the raiders keep it goin' at (goin')
And the bubblegum kush is what we blowin' back (blowin' back)
We slide by Nip's spot
money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
(Dirty cash, dirty cash)
Meanwhile, back in the city, the real pill, the nitty
in his wrap
You trying to be something you not, wait Hold on
It's Nitty, yeah I'm from the rock, I am the One coming up next in the city
Lil shorty too
in that thong - OOOHHHWEE!
The way she make it twurk and grab the wall - OOOHHHWEE!
Oh, baby you know whatchu doin - OOOHHHWEE!
No Limit got the steps
a fuck where you're from boy
So don't tell me 'cause I don't give a fuck
It's all about what's going on in your head
Do or don't you care about
wait now
We in the back tape it off we don't play around
And we got a nozzle on the ting it don't make sound
Been here before
Know our way round
Nearly
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