| Lyrics: | [Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard]
Sup? Let's go.
(Yo Snoop Dogg! Yo Dre! Yo Too $hort! E-40,
and the motherfucking Click!)
Nuff respect to the West coast.
(Duhhn duhhn duhhn)
Yo, Ol
Dirty Bastard coming through
Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast locked the FUCK
down
Hear my SHIT, nigga! (Dirty dirty dirty, Brooklyn!)
[Verse One: 12
O'Clock]
Shit is crazy real in the field
I watched niggaz blood get spilled over five
dollar bills
And major drug deals on the real
See a nigga get meals and his bitch get him
killed
In this American dream to get some cream
You're ownin a Beem, and your face in
magazines
12 O'Clock maintains in the game
Bring the Pain to smokin Method, main
It's
not all about the fame, silly ass dames
Get a gold record and you change
And for the niggaz
sellin cocaine, you're too blame
Black people lives ain't the same
And that's the Tale in my
Hood
Niggaz is up to no good, you better watch em in them hoods
[Verse Two: Ol Dirty
Bastard]
I always thought livin life was easy
Go to school, get a job, yo it couldn't
be me
So instead, I played my bed
My momma got fed, and now a nigga livin with a
dread
My best fuckin friend, knew him since ten
Nigga feed me CREAM, let me whip the
Benz
Houses all over Texas, lightning gold Lexus
He had enough respect to dress
this
Expensive Tim suits, girl wearin fly Gucci boots
Put me on like POOK!
Every morning
that I awake
Ten G's in my fuckin face, combination to the safe!
Son run the state, carrying
coke by the weight
Nigga put pounds in the weed gate
And it's ran by Ol Dirty
12
O'Clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty
Dirty
(Fuck |
