Daz Dillinger - Skirt Out lyrics

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Daz Dillinger - Skirt Out lyrics

[Intro] Calling all cars, calling all cars Be on the lookout for that n***a Daz He's known for 187's and known for 211's And he's also knowns to uh.... skirt out Huh, check it Altogether now Shhh Altogether now Yeah, altogether now [Daz Dillinger] I can't call it Anything that have to do with money I want it Ro-ro's, turkles, and diamond chains, I flaunt it I'm a gangsta n***a, n***a you call it like you want it Hop outta the drop-top for you Look at me, I shine bright, blind your eyes I mesmerize, Diggy Daz n***a, back on the rise Suprise, muthaf**a! - guess who it was To handle your biz in a undercover, swoop in the wind Havin' money, f**in' b**hes on the freak with my n***a! (You know why? Cause I'm a gangsta n***a!) You see, I roll by my lonely (say what?, say what?) If not n***a, you'll see me with my homies - skirtin' out [Chorus] *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* [Daz Dillinger] I roll G with the 500 with a drop-top bumpin' 8-0-8 b-b-b-bumpin' DVD widescreen to a T, n***a I'm fresh and so clean Pushin' a machine n***a when I'm flashin' my beam Banana whipped, went with the chrome Sprewell's, dipped And I'm cruisin' like a mutha in the mothership Like a Elco in a '89, low-low in a '99 2003'd out every time Pull up in the parking lot, all on eyes on D A-Z, the sh** that I sell ain't for free But it's gon' cost money, for the sh** that I got Diamond pieces, big golden rocks Link for link, I sip my drink Now think about it, the neck says you a double XL n***a read about it, n***a and what do you got? Dat n***a D-A-Z n***a, back on your block [Chorus] *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* [Daz Dillinger] I've seen b**hes and hoes, pigeons in '6-4's 20 inches on low-low's, that's how the sh** goes Blow out your brain, rememeber my name Dat n***a Daz, ain't no other n***a know how it came My system bumpin' loud, humpin' and shakin' the ground That number one gangsta from the Dogg Pound I'm so funky fresh, nevertheless I love this sh** You know how I ride, I'm cruisin' the fast lane Never crash mane, Dat n***a Daz mane Wreck it and buy a new one so quick I got the hoes up on my dick For my gangsta a** whip that I push - Purple cush, the haters, they wanna stop and look (Y'all know Dat n***a Daz be off the hook) Now when I clutch the fifth, you know I got to burn out You know I do it every time n***a, skirt out [Chorus] *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out

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