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Dickies

Yeah, already

Two underground kings, one underground legend

I've been in my Dickies, my black flags since day one

Yeah, Pimp where you at?Got my Dickies on hoUh, uh

I'm Pimp C bitch, got my Dickies on ho

Keep a chrome .44 and a bumper full of snow

Got red Dickies, white Dickies, orange Dickies too

And I even got the blue for when I represent for Screw

Nigga, I been wearing khakis since before that shit was cool

Fucking with Jon Johnson wearing Dickies to the school

With them hard heads packed a condom, gangsta night

Way before I had a record, I was rocking the mic

Got a pocket full of stones nigga

Call me Sweet Jones nigga

You girl love me, she can't leave my dick alone nigga

Cause she a carnivore

Take the leash off the bitch cause she a real live whoreGot my Dickies on hoSay man I'm fresh off the west side of 9th street soldier

I be up on my grind early morning, no Folgers

No Starbucks, nigga no latte

Need it for me, I hit up the streets and get it grande

Hit the swap meet, I head up to the flea market

Swang the candy slab through and let 'em watch a G park it

I'm buying Jordans or them thousand dollar I.D's

And a fresh pair of Dickies that's how I be

I'm khaki'd up, I'm creased tight

With no cuffs, yeah that's right

Strapped in the back, not in the front

Tec on the side, 'bout to smoke a blunt

So pass the strawberry Philly bro

Or the Swisher Sweet cigarillo really though

And fill it up with the sticky

Make sure the ashes don't fall on my DickiesGot my Dickies on hoGot my Dickies on ho, got my tickets on bitch

Young fresh nigga, hundred thousand dollar outfit

Got a new one everyday, hundred dollars ain't shit

Made a hundred for the fit, left a hundred dollar tip

One time I lost a crip, tax in Missisip

I'll tell you 'bout it later, bet you niggas gon' trip

Ask me how I did it, I tell them clientele

Now everybody hating on me, that why the hell he ain't in jail

Bitch I ain't in jail cause I'm a muhh'fucking G

Making dirty money so I put it in the clean

Lights going on, baby way too many carats

Watch keep blushing, got a young nigga embarrassed

Hate where you, no way you always sitting Ferris (wheel)

Look into the mirror, changes scare me

M.O.B that's how the rich got rich

22-20 make a real nigga snitchGot my Dickies on ho

Songwriters

JAY JENKINS, BRADLEY DAVIS, BERNARD FREEMAN, CHAD L BUTLERPublished by

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