The Dirty 3rd
(专辑: Z-Ro Vs. The World - 2000)
Shirt off at the
Kappa, (trousers on) Dirty Third, Dirty Third [Z-Ro] 24/7 and around the
clock, I'ma keep My fingas around the
glock, when I
bust I
be giving no mercy for no damn body That's gonna get around the
shot I'm the
007 outta Ridgemont 4, with W
double O-D Can't take no ill to the
eye, we come so fly Don't get it twisted I
swear I'm fly, I
split up jaws When I
spit out rounds, and I
really don't give a
damn When a
nigga pull the
trick up outta my sleeve I'm making a
deuce to the
pistol pad But I'm figgering that hoe, and she call me hurt Whatever take yourself, or the
blood gon squirt Give me my money for shots or first When I
lick my shots, I
clear the
concerts Jay-Jay and the
Den-Den, we gon make a
mill in the
end then Going overseas, in the
jabos and fresh benefits Decked out to Europe in outfits, steady stacking chips Slanging birds, with a
pen and beat the
shit out these verbs Vocabulary spit nothing but words Drop mo' songs, than a
bird do terds Riding Excursions, no more 'Burbans, steal them niggas SUV Screwed Up Click cause my family name, abbreviated like S.U.C. Cause in the
Dirty Third, niggas put prices up on our heads Cause our cars, be running and haunting Bitches lose weight, like Jenny Craig [Hook x2] Its the
Dirty Third, slanging rings stacking chips Quick to pull a
strap, empty clips if you trip Its the
Dirty Third, slanging rings stacking chips We killas with pistol grip, steady letting our rugas rip [Wood] We ain't burning the
home grown, and Dirty Third where I
roam Slanging birds flipping zones, sipping syrup out our styrofoams Quick to pull a
strap empty clips, if you trip We killas with pistol grip, steady letting our rugas rip At the
peak of my game I'm gets the
grain, I'm leaving a
stain Piece and chain its bezeltaine, bracelets watch and pinky rings Twenty inches to roll, played and stole and pulling hoes Serve drank by the
four, blowing bud in studios Its paying me feddy and cheese, triple beams and doja cream Chop on blades and swang on threes, SUV's and Humvees The W
double O-D, Z-Ro and Enjoli He said it once befo', look at what you done to me Thought it was over but it ain't, I
separate the
real and the
fake You sugar coated bustas, you put the
filling in the
cake I'm still balling while moving J-A-T's, SKA no AMG's In the
Dirty Third we shipping ki's and, platinum c.d.'s nigga [Hook x2] [Enjoli] Little figga to you hoes, and all my foes I
done squashed the
plex so what's next, I
rose From the
bottom to the
top, Third Coast won't stop Southsive for live, when trunks knocking tops drop And the
G's body rock, I
ride to these Looking good gripping wood, with a
ounce of the
tweed Having fun in the
sun, making money by the
tons Stacking papas pulling capas, staying sharp for the
evil ones So lay it down 'fore the
sparks fly S.U.C. full of moves, niggas we on the
rise Hopping outta wide bodies, and it don't stop Enjoli be the
queen, and you bout's to ride (say what) It be so lovely it be so nice, being twice Stay blinding you hoes, six figgas and reunite Moving state to state, pushing albums like weight Better regulate, and still screeeeaming [Hook x3]