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Dirty (Feat. Ol'dirty Bastard

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Yo this O.D.B. and Slum Village

Detriot wild out! You know how we do[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Girl, if you're flexible, intellectual

Bisexual, can I get next to you

If you're flexible than, we can keep it dirty and sexual

If your man front, than we gotta knock the nigga out

Smack the nigga up, stomp the nigga out, clap clap the nigga up[T3]

She got a man, but her man ain't me

I'm a, M-A-see, to P-I-M-P

I'mma, show her things, and spend a little cheese, baby

'cause your man ain't doing the right thing lately

Yup, so I'm steppin in his house

If the nigga step up I'ma knock the nigga out

So I'm here with a beer and a glove

With some thugs and some chicks with some derry' ass

She got a man, it ain't fair, I don't care

I ain't scared with my dudes and I come prepared

Ladies, lemme see what you workin with

Make a nigga stay at home like a punishment

I'm trying, to think of us, think of we girl

Think about us, and some, and T3[Chorus][Elzhi]

Yeah, you know how Slum do, when we come through

Gum shoe, Air Force is a pair of Air Jordan's

Pelle Pel, are old school with gangsta white walls

Tailor suits, coordinatin' with the gator boots

Before you hate on what we do, it's a D thang

You flamin' at a Cappa/Rae offa Alize

Where the ladies at, pushin' back you Baby Phat

Make it clap like eight gats

Stayin' at the Infenium, just use the key

You got a man, but what your man gotta do with me

He don't want it, nah, he don't know the nigga

Roll with Dreadknotts, Cardy boys, and a mil', phat killas

Raw CD twelve, but don't mind that

And we should hit the telly up, I got the Remy and the dime bag[Chorus][Hook: x 4]

Keep it dirty nuh[T3]

What, they don't want to fuck with us

They don't want to feel the pain and get bruised and touched

She was down with your team, now she roll with us

Brought he girlfriend with her and its all a plus

She want to do what the players do, play how the players play

And she don't like how you treated her anyway[Elhzi]

Yeah, you said you love, but is it really real

Would you break me off first, and let my nigga Phil hit you

Picture my Caddy truck, we sexin' in the backseat

Or in my room, you bucky naked in my black mink

Girl, it's either 'this or that', like it's Black Sheep

I know it's on, if you twistin' back my Pistons cap

Ignore the phone, if it's your man, let the machine get it

Matter fact, turn off the ringer, and let me lean in it[Hook: X 3][Chorus][Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard]

From Detroit all the way to New York, we comes down

Songwriters

JONES, CHRISTIAN JOEL / DAWSON, PAUL NPublished by

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