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Ol' Dirty Bastard
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Back in the Air
作詞：Dennis Coles, Russell Jones
We used to sleep in the staircase, smoke weed in the staircase
Friday night got drunk, used to pee in the staircase
Hopin' a cop might slip and never known to drop the clip
You copped the fifth, nigga, I'll pop the fifth
I show no mercy, dunk like a bottle of Hershey
Call my gun, Lil' Seymore, bitch or Big Percy
A Dapper Dan fan who will clap a man
For five grand of small bills, wrapped in a rubber band
Then lay up in a fat pair of titties, my bitch is so saditty
This is Dirt McGirt, hoe, not P. Diddy
All we got in common is the money
The only thing I want is the money
You see my face on the wall of every precinct
Bitches keep your pussy decent, I'm juvenile delinquent
For guns that I creep with they whisper in secret
Only bitch that peepin' is the one that I sleep with, nih huh
Alotta niggas wanna dust me off
Bad bitches wanna suck me off
(What, what?)
Dropped a million here
And Dirt McGirt back in the air
All my gangstas, where ya at?
Throw your guns up and make them clap
Tell me now, muthafuckas, you strapped?
And bitch betta have my money
Aiyo, the bitch better your money and mine
'Cause if she don't, we both gon' double team that bitch from behind
And for them niggas outside screamin' that
'Somebody gotta die' shit, same dudes on the cop's dick
This is Tone, y'all niggas be frontin'
And most of y'all niggas don't got no guns
Borrowed your man's shit, how's that for a bum?
Dum-dums emptied out of pun son, so see man, see Ach' run
See spots over my Reebok's 'cause he got done
Cheap shots fell out his weak glock and he got stung
My cheap gun is a gangsta's protein
Treat bitches with the upmost respect like get 'em wetted
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Tellin' to drink the milk, boo, don't even wet it
This is Starky, I got a foot fetish, loot fetish
With the dusthead men, we got good credit
Alotta niggas wanna dust me off
Bad bitches wanna suck me off
(What, what?)
Dropped a million here
And Dirt McGirt back in the air
All my gangstas, where ya at?
Throw your guns up and make them clap
Tell me now, muthafuckas, you strapped?
And bitch betta have my money
Notorious glock buster, cap pealin', block hustler
Who slap hoes? Who lack feelings?
Black building, crack dealing, black villain
Had a taste for blood steelin', love stealin'
Anything that twinkle bright to my eye sight
Many nights I used to stay up at the twilight
And wonder to myself if's there's a heaven or hell
Been alone in these streets since eleven or twelve
On my own, I run buck wild in the west
A knucklehead nigga, used to sleep in my vest
Had no home, my mom used to show me no lovin'
Burn the crib down, tryna dry my shirt with the oven
Now I'm exiled, destined for penal
Hyperactive off the cocaine, got me senile
Back on the block, knowledge to build, knowledge to kill
Intent to put a dent in your grill with the steal
Alotta niggas wanna dust me off
Bad bitches wanna suck me off
(What, what?)
Dropped a million here
And Dirt McGirt back in the air
All my gangstas, where ya at?
Throw your guns up and make them clap
Tell me now, muthafuckas, you strapped?
And bitch betta have my money
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