- Song Name: Dirty
- Artist Name: Lil Jon
- Album: Da Bottom, Vol. 1: Chopped and Screwed
- Songwriters: Armando Perez, Bernard J Freeman, D Woody, Jon Smith
- Release Date: 2005.08.02
- Label: BCD Music Group
LYRICS FOR "Dirty"
We gon' take it from the bottom
H town
My dogg Demi
All my chicos
Miami
So get ready mothafuckaz
I'm from the dirty dirty
With the coke and blow dirty
Rap game
Album shop it
Y'all look at these blue skies and think paradise
I look at these blue skies
That's why its called the "Magic City"
Cross the bridge and it'll f*** with ya mind
Word of advice don't follow the streets
'Cuz the last thing you wanna do is get lost
'Cuz it might just cost ya life
Y'all heard about the smash and grabs
So watch where you put the map on the dash
'Cuz they might end up clapping ya ass
Why you think the traffic lights
They don't want you to stop
'Cuz the streets'll be filled wit red stripes
Like Jamaican beer
Yo' life'll get taken here
I should make it clear
Everything we do is dirty
We pull up in the drop
We pound that t***
Miami
Where they lace 'em
And blow 'em dirty
Guns they hold 'em
We make 'em dirty
Everything we do is dirty
We pull up in the drop
We pound that t***
Miami
Where they lace 'em
And blow 'em dirty
Guns they hold 'em
We make 'em dirty
Straight up outta Texas
Where the streets is cutthroat and fiends kill you for a G of crack
8 g's and Cadillacs
Might swang up on ya then hurt ya
2000 heltah skelta
Vicious like silver back guerrillas see then peel ya
Niggaz down here ain't tryna feel ya
Serve ya
You pussy niggaz been hatin' on us for too long
So we finna prove you wrong
'Cuz the time is now
I could smell you scared nigga
Go make it clear and move the smoke outta yo' eyes
So that when everything go down
And I got no time for yo' lies
Just remember my name
Everything we do is dirty
We pull up in the drop
We pound that t***
Miami
Where they lace 'em
And blow 'em dirty
Guns they hold 'em
We make 'em dirty
Everything we do is dirty
We pull up in the drop
We pound that t***
Miami
Where they lace 'em
And blow 'em dirty
Guns they hold 'em
We make 'em dirty
These boys from the bottom are obsessed with old school Chevys
We call 'em verts and donks
Seven duece
M I A M I till I die
Candy paint and leather
Y'all call 'em street sweepers
'Cuz when the bullets spit they spin like helicopters
This city's filled with crooked coppers and crooked doctors
So how could these streets not be filled with crooked b******
And niggaz cocaine cooking brick flipping b****** trippin' for figures
This Cuban has seen it
That's why I spit it so vivid
This is for everybody in county
Doing time
And if you got more than 365
And you're up the road rep MIA with pride
Everything we do is dirty
We pull up in the drop
We pound that t***
Miami
Where they lace 'em
And blow 'em dirty
Guns they hold 'em
We make 'em dirty
Everything we do is dirty
We pull up in the drop
We pound that t***
Miami
Where they lace 'em
And blow 'em dirty
Guns they hold 'em
We make 'em dirty
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