T3 - Dirty lyrics

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T3 - Dirty lyrics

[Intro: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Yo this O.D.B. and Slum Village Detriot wild out! You know how we do [Hook: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Girl, if you're flexible, intellectual Bis**ual, can I get next to you If you're flexible than, we can keep it dirty and s**ual If your man front, than we gotta knock the n***a out Smack the n***a up, stomp the n***a out, clap clap the n***a up [T3] She got a man, but her man ain't me I'm a, M-A-C, to P-I-M-P I'mma, show her things, and spend a little cheese, baby Cuz your man ain't doing the right thing lately Yup, so I'm steppin in his house If the n***a step up I'mma knock the n***a out So I'm here with a beer and a glove With some thugs and some chicks with some derry' a** 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 n***a stay at home like a punishment I'm trying, to think of us, think of we girl Think about us, and some, and T3 [Hook] [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 n***a Roll with Dreadknaughtz, Cardi Boys, AML, Fat k**ahz Raw C, D12, but don't mind that And we should hit the telly up, I got the Remy and the dime bag [Hook] [Hook 4X: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Keep it dirty nuh [T3] What, they don't wanna f** with us They don't wanna 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 wanna 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 n***a Phil hit you Picture my Caddy truck, we s**in' 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 3X] [Hook] [Outro: Ol Dirty ba*tard] From Detroit all the way to New York, we comes down

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