The Dirty 3Rd
F/ Enjoli, WoodShirt off at the Kappa, (trousers on)Dirty Third, Dirty Third[Z-Ro]24/7 and around the clock, I'ma keepMy fingas around the glock, when I bustI be giving no mercy for no damn bodyThat's gonna get around the shotI'm the 007 outta Ridgemont 4, with W double O-DCan't take no I'll to the eye, we come so flyDon't get it twisted I swear I'm fly, I split up jawsWhen I spit out rounds, and I really don't give a damnWhen a n***a pull the trick up outta my sleeveI'm making a deuce to the pistol padBut I'm figgering that hoe, and she call me hurtWhatever take yourself, or the blood gon squirtGive me my money for shots or firstWhen I lick my shots, I clear the concertsJay-Jay and the Den-Den, we gon make a mill in the end thenGoing overseas, in the jabos and fresh benefitsDecked out to Europe in outfits, steady stacking chipsSlanging birds, with a pen and beat the s**t out these verbsVocabulary spit nothing but wordsDrop mo' songs, than a bird do terdsRiding Excursions, no more 'Burbans, steal them n****s suvScrewed Up Click cause my family name, abbreviated like S. You. C.Cause in the Dirty Third, n****s put prices up on our headsCause our cars, be running and hauntingB*****s lose weight, like Jenny Craig[Hook - 2x]Its the Dirty Third, slanging rings stacking chipsQuick to pull a strap, empty clips if you tripIts the Dirty Third, slanging rings stacking chipsWe killas with pistol grip, steady letting our rugas rip[Wood]We ain't burning the home grown, and Dirty Third where I roamSlanging birds flipping zones, sipping syrup out our styrofoamsQuick to pull a strap empty clips, if you tripWe killas with pistol grip, steady letting our rugas ripAt the peak of my game I'm gets the grain, I'm leaving a stainPiece and chain it's bezeltaine, bracelets watch and pinky ringsTwenty inches to roll, played and stole and pulling hoesServe drank by the four, blowing bud in studiosIts paying me feddy and cheese, triple beams and doja creamChop on blades and swang on threes, suv's and HumveesThe W double O-D, Z-Ro and EnjoliHe said it once befo', look at what you done to meThought it was over but it ain't, I separate the real and the fakeYou sugar coated bustas, you put the filling in the cakeI'm still balling while moving J-A-T's, ska no amg'sIn the Dirty Third we shipping ki's and, platinum C. D. 's n***a[Hook - 2x][Enjoli]Little figga to you hoes, and all my foesI done squashed the plex so what's next, I roseFrom the bottom to the top, Third Coast won't stopSouthsive for live, when trunks knocking tops dropAnd the G's body rock, I ride to theseLooking good gripping wood, with a ounce of the tweedHaving fun in the sun, making money by the tonsStacking papas pulling capas, staying sharp for the evil onesSo lay it down 'fore the sparks flyS. You. C. Full of moves, n****s we on the riseHopping outta wide bodies, and it don't stopEnjoli be the queen, and you bout's to ride (say what)It be so lovely it be so nice, being twiceStay blinding you hoes, six figgas and reuniteMoving state to state, pushing albums like weightBetter regulate, and still screeeeaming[Hook - 3x]
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