Let's Get Dirty Songtext
von Method Man & Redman
Let's Get Dirty Songtext
Yo, attention, all you niggas
All you bitches
Time to put down the crystal
Time to take off the ice for a minute
Time to throw a little mud in this motherfucker (yeah, nigga)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Everybody say oh, yeah (oh, yeah)
Say oh, yeah (oh, yeah)
Say oh, dear (oh, dear)
Yeah, yeah
Yo, gimme some room, I′m throwin' elbows
Timberland boots, air force and shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I′ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten
I ain't on the guest list, I ain't VIP
I snuck in the exit, learned to DIP
My dress code is all black when I′m makin′ the moves
Similar to the new PlayStation 2
I can't help it if the club only packin′ a G
And the fire marshal want to shut it down in three
And you ballin' as nigga whose dressed to kill
For the hoes showin′ the toes with extra heels (man)
I gotta get in, I drove here with a carload of bitches
Charged on Belvedere
My nigga hit the cells if the line is thick
So I drive the 500, through the door of the bitch
If you pumpin' this one in your truck (let′s get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
If you really don′t give a fuck (let′s get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let′s get dirty)
Everybody get your hands up (let's get dirty)
Say let′s get dirty (let's get dirty)
If you ain′t come to party shut up (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty
Up in the streets, they call it murder
Welcome to
Yeah
All you bitches
Time to put down the crystal
Time to take off the ice for a minute
Time to throw a little mud in this motherfucker (yeah, nigga)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Everybody say oh, yeah (oh, yeah)
Say oh, yeah (oh, yeah)
Say oh, dear (oh, dear)
Yeah, yeah
Yo, gimme some room, I′m throwin' elbows
Timberland boots, air force and shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I′ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten
I ain't on the guest list, I ain't VIP
I snuck in the exit, learned to DIP
My dress code is all black when I′m makin′ the moves
Similar to the new PlayStation 2
I can't help it if the club only packin′ a G
And the fire marshal want to shut it down in three
And you ballin' as nigga whose dressed to kill
For the hoes showin′ the toes with extra heels (man)
I gotta get in, I drove here with a carload of bitches
Charged on Belvedere
My nigga hit the cells if the line is thick
So I drive the 500, through the door of the bitch
If you pumpin' this one in your truck (let′s get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
If you really don′t give a fuck (let′s get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let′s get dirty)
Everybody get your hands up (let's get dirty)
Say let′s get dirty (let's get dirty)
If you ain′t come to party shut up (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty
Up in the streets, they call it murder
Welcome to
Yeah
Writer(s): Dana Stinson, Reggie Noble, John Walter Bowman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com