- E-40 Doin' Dirt Bad - Clean 歌詞
- E-40
- (b-legit)
Mobb shit biatch.
(e-40)
Biatch!! biatch!!
(b-legit)
This shit aint went no where. (trademark)
You understand me?? (uh!)
Its like, when a muthafucka do his dirt,
It dont be no ordinary dirt, you understand me??
A nigga do dirt bad. check it out.
(e-40)
I took a, i took a, whole thang of ice cream,
A kilogram of birdie a unit,
Put the wammy on it, stepped on it , wit out ruinin it, or abusin it,
Like a muthafucka would supposed to
When theres a shortage on sumpthin, (on sumpthin),
That way i could get em off like hot cakes,
An you know theres plenty more where that comes from,
You see i know this one storage place that this one particular ball-ah,
Sneekin an keepin his job-ah,
For you tardy unaware troopers
Now hoppin in the game truant ass niggas,
Biatch!! biatch!! yadda means powder
Yola, yola, ice cream candy,
Man that shit be comin in handy,
But anyway,
Dude hella bootsy an he was juss askin to get robbed,
Thats why me an my side went ahead
An pulled one of them ol inside jobs,
On his ol, move the show room,
Show me more willie fu-fu put the red on his,
Put two on the ten, all protected an tryin to impress a bitch,
Dont you know im all off pullin licks
On busta brown ass zarks like you,
Scopin an casin 2-11s an holdin patience
(b-legit)
I huddle wit the dogs up on defense day,
Lieutenants get the kicks, backwoods of the yay,
Soldiers leave the place, so the cream i keep,
Six or seven gs everytime i beep,
Hit the streets like i cant, plot fo the bank,
Fuck wit a boss, cuz a pit got rank,
Make yo body stank, leave you lost in the woods,
A nigga from the hood, up to no damn good,
We ride fleetwood, hit em dummied out,
Walk a clerk to the safe, an get the money out,
Im on a money route, and all cash i claim
A nigga deep in this muthafuckin game.
Chorus- *(e-40 & b-legit)*
187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2s ,
We doin dirt, we doin dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
We doin dirt, niggaz doin dirt bad,
We doin dirt , we doin dirt bad,
We doin dirt, niggaz doin dirt bad,
We doin dirt, we doin dirt bad,
We doin dirt.
(e-40)
B- legit from what i understand, his breath was stronger than his bite
(beeeeee-yaaaaatch!!!) nigga was sellin mo wolf tickets
Than a sold out lennox lewis an evander holyfield fight, shit
We aint no strong or soft niggaz, we savage damn it,
Like who?? like the crocodile hunter,
That crazy ass muthafucka named steve,
Who caught me doin dirt, cuz im dirt cheap,
An i like to do most of my dirt when most of yall be asleep
Down an dirty, specialy when im doin dirt bad,
Pull akickdoe, run up in yo baby mamas pad.
(b-legit )
I been it down from day uno,
Baby bottle full of pruno,
Knew i was the shit named b-legit,
Had a thang fo bakin soda, an high info,
Couldnt wait to put the vogues on a 7-8 rogue,
Im ona telephone, my communicator,
On the track wit the team, gettin hella paper,
Fuck a playa hata, see he cheats to win
An me, i be the b-soft gin,
Cuz im the man wit it,
Got the taste of blood,
So dirty when im wet that i turn to mud,
I smoke purple bud,
An make a hit hurt bad,
Aint no tellin when a nigga doin dirt bad.
*(chorus)*
40-50, 45, 4-7-0,
We doin dirt, we doin dirt bad,
457 , 6-4-7-11s 3-5-0,
We doin dirt, uh, niggaz doin dirt bad,
We doin dirt, we doin dirt bad,
We doin dirt, niggaz doin dirt bad,
We doin dirt, we doin dirt bad,
Niggaz doin dirt, we doin dirt bad.
Biatch!!
(b-legit)
We doin dirt bad, me and charlie hustle,
Niggaz push up on us cuz now we got the muscle,
Got they yay sewed up
An you gonna have to see us,
Either that or get hit, wit the millimeters,
Keep my burners on,
Aint no peace out here,
A good place to leave yo whole fuckin career,
So keep yo game near,
An dont cross game,
Until the list have your own fuckin name.
(e-40)
Them badgers,
Them bitches,
Them batches,
The got my faulty tapped,
But the po -pos hate it,
Cuz i be talkin in code,
Street slang, so they cant interpretate it,
An the only way that they gonna be able to interpretate
It is if they go out and get a reliable source,
Which is a snitch, a fuckin affidavit
One that gives up very important valuable information to the vice
A rathead, a rathead, turns in they mama for the right price
Money hungry for bread, you wussy, willow ass,
Bitch-made niggaz workin for them,
Its hoes like you that got us doin dirt bad.
Biatch!!
*(chorus)*
187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2s,
We doin dirt, we doin dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
We doin dirt, niggaz doin dirt bad,
We doin dirt, we doin dirt bad,
We doin dirt, niggaz doin dirt bad,
We doin dirt, we doin dirt bad,
Niggaz doin dirt, we doin dirt bad.
Biiiiiiiiii-aaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaa-tch!!
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