Dirty
(专辑: Detroit Deli (A Taste Of Detroit) - 2004)
[Ol' Dirty Bastard:] Yo this O.D.B. and Slum Village Detroit wild out! You know how we do [Chorus Ol' Dirty Bastard:] Girl, if you're flexible, intellectual Bisexual, can I
get next to you If you're flexible than, we can keep it dirty and sexual If your man front, than we gotta knock the
nigga out Smack the
nigga up, stomp the
nigga out, clap clap the
nigga up [T3:] She got a
man, but her man ain't me I'm a, M-A-C, to P-I-M-P I'mma, show her things, and spend a
little cheese, baby Cuz your man ain't doing the
right thing lately Yup, so I'm steppin in his house If the
nigga step up I'ma knock the
nigga out So I'm here with a
beer and a
glove With some thugs and some chicks with some derry' ass She got a
man, it ain't fair, I
don't care I
ain't scared with my dudes and I
come prepared Ladies, lemme see what you workin with Make a
nigga stay at home like a
punishment I'm trying, to think of us, think of we girl Think about us, and some, and T3 [Chorus] [Elzhi:] Yeah, you know how Slum do, when we come through Gum shoe, Air Force is a
pair of Air Jordan's Pelle Pel, are old school with gangsta white walls Tailor suits, coordinating with the
gator boots Before you hate on what we do, it's a D
thang You flaming at a
Cappa/Rae offa Alize Where the
ladies at, pushing back you Baby Phat Make it clap like eight gats Staying at the
Infenium, just use the
key You got a
man, but what your man gotta do with me He don't want it, nah, he don't know the
nigga Roll with Dreadknotts, Cardy boys, and a
mil', phat killas Raw CD twelve, but don't mind that And we should hit the
telly up, I
got the
Remy and the
dime bag [Chorus] [Ol' Dirty Bastard:] Keep it dirty nuh [x4] [T3:] What, they don't wanna fuck with us They don't wanna feel the
pain and get bruised and touched She was down with your team, now she roll with us Brought he girlfriend with her and its all a
plus She wanna do what the
players do, play how the
players play And she don't like how you treated her anyway [Elhzi:] Yeah, you said you love, but is it really real Would you break me off first, and let my nigga Phil hit you Picture my Caddy truck, we sexing in the
backseat Or in my room, you bucky naked in my black mink Girl, it's either 'this or that', like it's Black Sheep I
know it's on, if you twisting back my Pistons cap Ignore the
phone, if it's your man, let the
machine get it Matter fact, turn off the
ringer, and let me lean in it [Ol' Dirty Bastard:] Keep it dirty nuh [x3] [Chorus] [Ol Dirty Bastard:] From Detroit all the
way to New York, we comes down