Doin' Dirt Bad Lyrics - E-40

Mobb shit, biatch, biatch, biatch 

This shit ain't went no where, trademark 

You understand me? 

It's like when a mutha fucka 

Do his dirt it don't be no ordinary dirt 

You understand me? 

A nigga do dirt bad 

Check it out 

I took a, I took a whole thang of ice cream, a kilogram of birdie 

A unit, put the wammy on it, stepped on it, wit out ruinin' it or abusin' it 

Like a mutha fucka would supposed to when there's a shortage on 

Sumpthin', on sumpthin', that way I could get 'em off like hot cakes 

An you know there's plenty more where that comes from 

You see I know this one storage place that this one particular, ball 

Sneekin' an keepin' his job for you tardy unaware troopers 

Now, hoppin' in the game true an ass fakers, biatch, biatch 

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Got it means power, yola, yola, ice cream candy, man, that shit 

Be comin' in handy but anyway, dude, hella bootsy an' he was 

Just askin' to get robbed, that's why me an my side went ahead 

An' pulled one of them 'ol inside jobs on his 'ol, move, the show room 

Show me more Willie Fu-Fu put the red on his, put two on the ten 

All protected an tryin' to impress the bitch, don't you know I'm all off 

Pullin' licks on busta brown ass zarks like you 

Scopin' an casin' 2-11's an' holdin' pacience 

I huddle wit the dogs up on defense day, lieutenants get the kicks 

Backwoods of the yay, soldiers leave the place, so the cream I keep 

Six or seven g's everytime I beep, hit the streets fo the game plot fo' 

The bank, fuck wit a boss, 'cause a pimp got range, make yo body 

Stank, leave you lost in the woods, a nigga from the hood, up to no 

Damn good, we ride Fleetwood, get 'em dummied out, walk a clerk to 

The safe, an get the money out, I'm on a money route an' all cash 

I count, a nigga deep in this mutha fuckin' game 

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457, 6 4 7 11, 3 5 0, we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad 

We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad 

We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, we doin' dirt 

B-Legit from what I understand, his bark was stronger than his bite 

Biatch, nigga was sellin' mo woof tickets than a sold out Lennox Lewis 

An' Evander Holyfield fight, shit, we ain't no strong or soft niggaz 

We savage damn it, like who? Like the crocodile hunter 

That crazy ass mutha fucka named Steve, who caught me doin' dirt 

'Cause I'm dirt cheap, an I like to do most of my dirt 

When most of y'all be asleep, down an dirty, 'specialy when 

I'm doin' dirt bad, pull a kick doe, run up in yo baby mama's pad 

I been it down from day uno, baby bottle full of pruno, knew I was 

The shit named B-Legit, had a thang fo bakin' soda, an high info 

Couldn't wait to put the Vogues on a 7-8 rogue, I'm on a telephone 

My communicator on the track wit the team, gettin' hella paper 

Fuck a playa hata, need chiefs to win an' me, I be the B-Soft gin 

'Cause I'm the man wit it, got the taste of blood, so dirty when I'm wet 

That I turn to mud, I smoke purple bud an' make a hit hurt bad 

Ain't no tellin' when a nigga doin' dirt bad 

40, 50, 45, 4 7 0, we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad 

457, 6 4 7 11's, 3 5 0, we doin' dirt, uh, niggaz doin' dirt bad 

We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad 

We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, biatch 

We doin' dirt bad, me an Charlie Hustle, niggaz push up on us 

'Cause now we got the muscle, got they yay sold up an' you gonna 

Have to see us, either that or get hit, wit the millimeters 

Keep my burners on, ain't no peace out here 

A good place to leave yo whole fuckin' career 

So keep yo game near 

An don't cross game 

Until the list have your own fuckin' name 

Them badgers, them bitches, them batches, the got my faulty tapped 

But the po-po's hate it 'cause I be talkin' in code, street slang so they Can't interpretate it, an' the only way that they gonna be able 

To interpretate it is if they go out an' get a reliable source, which is 

A snitch, a fuckin' activator, one that gives a very important evaluation to 

The vice 'round here, 'round here, turns in they mama for the right price 

Money hungry for bread, you wussy, willow ass, bitch-made niggaz 

Workin' for them, it's hoes like you that got us doin' dirt bad, biatch 

187, 211, 1 2 0 2 2's, we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad 

457, 6 4 7 11, 3 5 0, we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad 

We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad 

We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad, biatch