Lyrics: Bean, Jones, Sermon, Smith
Expect the unexpected, mother****er, let's go, come on
Yeah, M E
F, ha, ha, ha, ha, special guest(**** you, **** you, **** you, ****)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, yeah
Yo, you don't wanna ride with
Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo,
I can spit
One verse and leave in a new
BenzerTake a trip down south and put some h**s to work, you hear me
Dirt McGirt, you niggas gon' respect it
I'm drunk and crunk so don't come in my direction
I'm ready to thump and get the whole crew arrested
Bail 'em out and laugh about it in
Texas, yoAnd get with
Rome, down in
Caki-LacAnd hit the spot, in the hood where the happenings at
Where the shootin' and the fightings, and the stabbings at
Where the
Lincolns and the
Chevys, and the
Cadi's at, shit
Them down south niggas been loved
DirtTake a shot to the head, if you been through the worse
Show respect to your niggas, who been doin' it first
And be comin' with that shit,
I'm just doin' the worse
Yo, you don't wanna ride with
Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo,
I can spit, yo
You don't wanna ride with
****, we still sniffing cunts
Even if you tried your best, yo,
I can spit
Yo, you don't wanna ride with
Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo,
I can spit, yo
You don't wanna ride with
****, we still sniffing cunts
Even if you tried your best, yo,
I can spit
Damn, I'm just like
Dirt in the booth
I'm the truth,
I don't need to go to church in a suit
Each verse is the proof,
I drink a 100
ProofCop searching the coup,
I got some herb in my boot
When Wu is coming through, the outcome, critical
****ing with this style, the outcome get physical
Niggas get lyrical, and y'all can get my gunshots
Don't forget them aid essentials, vitamins and minerals
Heh, ya'meen,
I'm taking one for the team
Like Martin
Luther King, taking one for a dream
I'm shit, too many fiends, live by many means
If you don't stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything
That's real shit, let's get this money real quick
Dirt Dog,
I'm feeling this but
I'd rather feel rich
I mean filthy rich,
I'm corporate now
Big ****, the label's
Def that's why
I talk so loud, nigga
Yo, you don't wanna ride with
Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo,
I can spit, yo
You don't wanna ride with
****, we still sniffing cunts
Even if you tried your best, yo,
I can spit
Yo, you don't wanna ride with
Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo,
I can spit, yo
You don't wanna ride with
****, we still sniffing cunts
Even if you tried your best, yo,
I can spit
F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f*** you
F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f***
F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f*** you
F*** you, f*** you, f*** you, f*** you