Текст песни Dirty - Hit Da Floe
Dirty - Hit Da Floe слова песни
[Big Pimp]I know that y`all feel me nowSince we dropped that VersatileKnow y`all ain`t seen my clique in a whileWe in the hood coming up with killing styleEverybody talk cause we home nowLook at here boy, you`d better gone nowIt used to be black but it`s chrome nowIf it`s cocked back then it`s gone flyPut it on boss, so I won`t lieI used to be young but I`m grown nowHit a few licks, so we known nowKicked a little south, so it`s on nowDo what you gotta when you broke manIf you get a verse, get the whole thangHow we get here, see we drove manRollin in a `Lac on them chrome thangs, whoa manWe leavin `em blowed, we leavin `em throwedWe rollin` for sho`We got the wood smellin like cinnamonGigolo, pimp, got `em a proI`m hitting them blowedI`m dropping straight game just to put them inCould`ve beenThe cheapest pimp that you ever seen beforeI know you love it when I ride D`s and voguesI know the junkie love it when I cook keys and o`sI`m a freak so you know I stay pleasing woesI love wood so you know I keep OptimosWe had to Gump locked when we dropped “On Them Vogues”And the south don`t stop till my head explodeGotta keep it cold till my pockets swolleSo if you don`t know you`d better ask her thoughBig pimp quick to kick down your doorI`ma say it again, like I said it beforeChorus (4X)When them Dirty Boys dropBetter hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)] Here we is boy, here we is boy[Mr. G Stacka]OK nowNow who be dropping them bombsThey keeping you crunk by making you jumpOff of every word that I spit outYou know them boys from the slumThey carry big pumps and ready to bombOff everything that`s in our way nowPacking the heat, you stacking the cheeseReady to freak, each and every one of you woesWho running the Gump, man y`all already knowThem Dirty Boys, they got a style so coldContinue to blow that killa smoke through my noseEmptying clips and busting holes through our foesWho that out there that`s trying to steal our flowAfter this time, I bet you won`t no moreWe left for a while, but now we back on your blockLocking it down because we opened up shopYou open your mouth and boy you bound to get poppedWe licking up shots because we leaving them cockedAnd every thug that I run with G`sSmoked out keeping freak tricks on they kneesGotta sack of green wood so we called it treesPlus a thing of Thunderbird that`s swerving meNow what y`all know bout Mr. GMuch love to them thugs that run the streetsCrack sells, fat mail, while them junkies geekPop slugs, draw blood, make them fakers fleaI know a lot of y`all out there envy meThat`s all right, we knock em off easilySeems to be that you would be more concernedWith making your ownPlus a little skeeting up stoneBut let it aloneCause it ain`t nothing you can doDirty Boys coming back and we bringing the trueAnd the rest of y`all know when you showed the showDeuce, triple O, we make em hit the floeChorus[Big Pimp]Now what y`all think we been doing brahSittin at homeEatin snacks, getting fatWe been in the studio making tracksBut y`all boys wouldn`t know nothing bout thatYou too busy running off at your mouthHollerin about, we fell outYou need to worry bout y`all own damn houseWhile you`re always trying to worry bout oursSaying “Where the Pimp, where the GI know they ain`t fell of the M-A-PIs it gonna be y`all last cd”Look at here boy, stop asking meThat`s the same old thing you asked last weekYou talk too much if you ask meI`m glad I ain`t tell you that I lived with GI`m glad I ain`t tell you that I flipped the keysLet me ask you a questionYou remember my `LacThe green one that I had with my name in the backWhy you won`t tell meHell who stole thatYou pulling everything else out your hatSee most of y`all started rapping yesterdaySee me and G been rapping since the 3rd gradeAnd I don`t give a damn what none of y`all sayWe bout the only group that deserve to get paidSo roll em up, sack em up, pack em up, and move em outThem Dirty Boys coming back through this townAnd we won`t stop till we shut it downSo if you didn`t know you`d better ask her thoughPimp and G quick to kick down your doorI`ma say it again like I said it beforeWhen them Dirty boys drop (When them Dirty Boys drop)Better hit the floeChorus