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Slimm Cutta Calhoun - Dirt Work lyrics
Dirt work
 I'm about two an' a quarter from rockin' the bird
 An' about a G short from choppin' the third
 Now I'm sittin' at the light with ten pounds of herb
 Uh oh, there they go, the Red Dogs swerve
 Jumped out, ?Man, damn, they got nerve?
 Got the hell on, dropped everythin' includin' my word
 Now it's off through the woods we go, here we go
 Tossin' the greens an' blow, oh no
 Dippin' through the trails, runnin' from twelve
 Everybody gotta lay low
 Escape routes major, elite street rollers
 Shit, we doper than cola, straight from Ayatollah
 A Town heat strokers, flamin' like the Devil's poker
 Two of the best wit it, hot shit, we'll roast it
 If it's beef, I'll choke ya an' leave you for the vultures
 Or we can keep it cool, playboy an' I'll toast ya
 Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
 I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
 Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
 I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
 Well it's the rippinest, wickedest MC
 Bustin' hard up out the ginseng
 Tell more dope stories than a damn dope house dope fiend
 Fuck the police, you know me
 These hoes blow me slowly, seems like they owe me
 Show me the dope, don't worry about the cash
 Or your girlfriend's gonna be lonely, homey
 These rich an' these vegetables spinnin' bony
 Don't make me open my book bag an' you underscalin' on me
 You understand me, Tony
 You look like you wanna go on a boat
 But you know I'll leave you bloatin' or floatin'
 Like sailboats an' LTD's, private, please
 I'm the nigga that earned his street stripes
 An' they've seen me in the Source MagazineSlimm Cutta Calhoun - Dirt Work - http://motolyrics.com/slimm-cutta-calhoun/dirt-work-lyrics.html
 So you can't even pass me three mikes
 You get three strikes an' about a half of clip of bullets
 So run it an' we can go on an' get our little prices up
 An' act like we was on that Teen Summit
 Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
 I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
 Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
 I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
 I'm about a four an' a half into workin' these slabs
 An' about a hundred away from back in the lab
 Now I done bust the next batch down an' my face lookin' drab
 Uh oh, yep, this nigga done served me some bab
 Me sad? Naw, mad
 Quick to bust your ass
 Playin' around wit a hustler's cash?
 They'll find ya stankin' in the trash
 An' escape wit your 'Billy Jean' an' 'Thriller' 'cause I'm 'Bad'
 Who dat, them niggas wit the juice pack, you thought you had?
 Naw, Dad, I'm glad my niggas keep a few thangs, wit a few mags
 Down to toe tag, drop bags, switch tags an' haul ass
 Smash till we out of gas, blast only if we gotta blast
 Turn sunny days into an overcast
 Abusive to the under class, when my tongue lash
 An' I mash out wit OutKast
 Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
 I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
 Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
 I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
 Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
 I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
 Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
 I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
 Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
 I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way
 Dirt work, nigga, we don't play
 I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way









