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Dirt Work Lyrics - Singles - Slimm Calhoun

Dirt work 

 

I'm about two an' a quarter from rockin' the bird 

An' about a G short from choppin' the third 

Now I'm sittin' at the light with ten pounds of herb 

Uh oh, there they go, the Red Dogs swerve 

 

Jumped out, Man, damn, they got nerve 

Got the hell on, dropped everythin' includin' my word 

Now it's off through the woods we go, here we go 

Tossin' the greens an' blow, oh no 

 

Dippin' through the trails, runnin' from twelve 

Everybody gotta lay low 

Escape routes major, elite street rollers 

Shit, we doper than cola, straight from Ayatollah 

 

A Town heat strokers, flamin' like the Devil's poker 

Two of the best wit it, hot shit, we'll roast it 

If it's beef, I'll choke ya an' leave you for the vultures 

Or we can keep it cool, playboy an' I'll toast ya 

 

Dirt work, nigga, we don't play 

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way 

Dirt work, nigga, we don't play 

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way 

 

Well it's the rippinest, wickedest MC 

Bustin' hard up out the ginseng 

Tell more dope stories than a damn dope house dope fiend 

Fuck the police, you know me 

These hoes blow me slowly, seems like they owe me 

 

Show me the dope, don't worry about the cash 

Or your girlfriend's gonna be lonely, homey 

These rich an' these vegetables spinnin' bony 

Don't make me open my book bag an' you underscalin' on me 

 

You understand me, Tony 

You look like you wanna go on a boat 

But you know I'll leave you bloatin' or floatin' 

Like sailboats an' LTD's, private, please 

I'm the nigga that earned his street stripes 

 

An' they've seen me in the Source Magazine 

So you can't even pass me three mikes 

You get three strikes an' about a half of clip of bullets 

So run it an' we can go on an' get our little prices up 

An' act like we was on that Teen Summit 

 

Dirt work, nigga, we don't play 

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way 

Dirt work, nigga, we don't play 

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way 

 

I'm about a four an' a half into workin' these slabs 

An' about a hundred away from back in the lab 

Now I done bust the next batch down an' my face lookin' drab 

Uh oh, yep, this nigga done served me some bab 

 

Me sad? Naw, mad 

Quick to bust your ass 

Playin' around wit a hustler's cash? 

They'll find ya stankin' in the trash 

 

An' escape wit your 'Billy Jean' an' 'Thriller' 'cause I'm 'Bad' 

Who dat, them niggas wit the juice pack, you thought you had? 

Naw, Dad, I'm glad my niggas keep a few thangs, wit a few mags 

Down to toe tag, drop bags, switch tags an' haul ass 

 

Smash till we out of gas, blast only if we gotta blast 

Turn sunny days into an overcast 

Abusive to the under class, when my tongue lash 

An' I mash out wit OutKast 

 

Dirt work, nigga, we don't play 

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way 

Dirt work, nigga, we don't play 

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way 

 

Dirt work, nigga, we don't play 

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way 

Dirt work, nigga, we don't play 

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way 

 

Dirt work, nigga, we don't play 

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way 

Dirt work, nigga, we don't play 

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way 

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