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Dirty - Sholl Iz lyrics
[Chorus]
 Ain't y'all them boys who be hollerin' "The Gump"?
 - We sholl iz
 Ain't y'all them boys who smoke wood and stay drunk?
 - We sholl iz
 Ain't y'all them boys who be talkin' all slum?
 - We sholl iz boy, we sholl iz boy, we sholl iz
 Ain't y'all them boys who be choppin' that blow?
 -We sholl iz
 Ain't y'all them boys who be sellin' them hoes?
 -We sholl iz
 Ain't y'all them boys slammin' Cadillac do's?
 -We sholl iz boy, we sholl iz boy, we sholl iz
 [Verse 1: Mr. G-stacka]
 Now first of all to set it off, we from the southside
 So homeboy, don't be runnin' your mouth cause we'll ride
 You probably say "Them boys Dirty so shiesty", you damn right
 You took too long to gives up our props, so gon' ni
 We represent them pimps, them gangstas, them dirty guls
 I'm down for all the thugs, cause nigga we run the world
 Ain't nothin' y'all can tell me, I stay gone off that dope
 And when I'm with my Folks, aye mayne, we act a Billygoat
 They ask me what's my name, I tell them That Boy Nutty
 No, he be not your buddy, cause he'll leave you bloody
 They love to call us county, hell we from Alabama
 But I'm gon' bet you this, we got some shit your clique can't handle
 But never mind them, cause we know we from the slum
 And no matter how you take it, we as filthy as they come
 No need to bring your guns, you best be tryin' to run
 Cause lyrically, we bring the heat, spit bullets off our tongues
 Some niggaz claim they dons, but we just claim we tight
 'Fore you get off into this game, be mo' precise bout what you right
 So tell me how you feel, to know that we so cold
 You can't get mad, you knew that when we made y'all "Hit Da Flo"Dirty - Sholl Iz - http://motolyrics.com/dirty/sholl-iz-lyrics.html
 So tell me what y'all know, see y'all gon' always say shit
 But if you do not spray shit, then y'all be bout some play shit
 But I'm about to lay shit... down, nigga hit the ground
 Dirty Boyz, y'all the real, you so goddamn trill
 We sholl iz
[Chorus]
 [Verse 2: Big Pimp]
 Now you might catch me in my '84 Fleet Brough-ham
 Or '68 Chevy small block with the cam'
 Forever pimped out, cause that's who I am
 Forever on the grind, tryin' to sell a million grams
 They call me Daddy Hall, game sweet like yams
 In your main girl drawls, she just suckin' on my ham
 Well I be goddamn, we got this thang crunk
 A lot of haters made cause we blowed up the Gump
 In '99 we dropped the hit single "Rollin' Vogues"
 We signed with Universal then we made ya "Hit Da Flo"
 We kept them rhymes cold, we sacked them dimes swole
 We kept them hoes freaky gettin' blowed off that snow
 Outer-town niggaz joke, because we talk slow
 Damn right nigga, what you wanna talk fast fo'?
 You know we from the city where we known to kick do's
 Hog-tight your folks with rope, hit he block with your dope
 We was raised cut-throat, whole family out the Cove
 Grandma house ( ? ) ( ? ), back behind legit store
 Aunt and Uncle, Peggy, Van had some cousins that I know
 Rodney, ( ? ), Trina, Tracey, little bitty Bo Bo
 We mobbed on these streets, we robbed on these streets
 My grandma and Dr. King, hell they marched on these streets
 You can joke about the south, but we still got our pride
 We some hillbilly, Alabama niggaz till we die
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