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Текст (слова) песни: Dirty - 24 Inches Woodgrain Grippin

 
[Chorus] 
I put 24 inches on the Brougham 
Call my baddest bitch and tell her daddy comin` home 
Pull up at the light and them thangs keep spinnin` 
I`m bustin` down a Philly, finna fill it with a 20 
That liquor got me swervin`, E&J is what we sippin` 
Just pulled it out the shop, so that paint still drippin` 
Got that thang flip-flop, so the flop keep flippin` 
Keep that 45 cock when I`m woodgrain grippin` 
 
[Verse 1: Big Pimp] 
I woke up Friday morning, right before I washed my ass 
My nigga Keke called me, told me "Boy, come get your Lac" 
I`m happy as hell cause I been waitin` for the call 
He told me that he sprayed it last night with stone wall 
"You got 31 Flavors, and boy you need to see`em 
But you need you some rims, so meet me down at Emmet Neil`s 
And Pimp while you thinkin`, I`mma tell you how to kill her 
Take off them Gary Payton`s and sit that bitch on Andre Miller`s" 
I call up LaKiera, that`s my main thoroughbred 
Cause right `fore I hit her, I get some flame-thorough-head 
Now when she suck it, she don`t play when she catch it 
Could it be I run with J and Scarface down in Texas? 
But I`m down in Alabama where the ballers love flexin` 
Keep my 45 cocked just in case I feel threatened 
I pulled up at the light and them hoes almost fainted 
I hearin` screamin` out, hollerin` "Keke must`a painted it" 
Yeah, yeah 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Verse 2: G-stacka] 
I`m choppin` down your block in a big body Brougham 
Candy flip-flop, 24 inch chrome 
Spinnin` like four windmills, enough to give off wind chills 
And all this dro smoke is startin` to fog up my windshield 
I`m sittin` more high than four deers, stacked on top of four hills 
And if I sip `bout four beers, I`ll need four blunts to straight kill 
I`ll show you how that bass feel, four 15`s off in the rear 
Beatin` so hard off in your ear, when you get out you can hardly hear 
Mix E&J with Belvedere, so my mind ain`t never clear 
My 4-5 been with me so goddamn long feel like my souvenir 
You wanna know what`s truly real? How many times my candy flip 
The sun make my paint look like a fruity bag of M&M`s 
Hoes love the way it drip, so they holla "Let me ride" 
So it`s me and Pimp with `bout twenty-four hoes inside, every night 
Takin` flight, in my Fleetwood full of hood freaks 
And if that thang is candy paint, it must got sprayed my Keke 
 
[Chorus] 
 
 
[Verse 3: Both] 
(In singing-rap style) 
 
[Big Pimp] We push Caddies with gold spokes, vogues with mo-mo 
[G-stacka] They sit high, they sit low, 20`s and 24`s 
[Big Pimp] We got hoes that dike hoes, suck dick, and snort blow 
[G-stacka] We got niggas that smoke dro, push bricks, and elbows 
[Big Pimp] Thirty-one clear coats drip wet like Mop `n Glow 
[G-stacka] Spinners that chop fast, spinners that chop slow 
[Big Pimp] Gators of all soles, furs, and perm fros 
[G-stacka] We ride with 44`s that`s tucked off in our clothes 
 
[Chorus]
 


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