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Lyricist: Redman
Lyrics:
Attention, all you niggas, all you bitches Time to put down the Cristal Time to take off the ice for a minute Time to throw a little mud in this motherfucker Turn me up some Yo Oh shit, who those motherfuckers coming in here? No, it can't be (Yo)
Yo, give me some room, I'm throwing 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 V.I.P I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P My dress code is all black when I'm making the moves Similar to the new PlayStation 2 I can't help it if the club only packin' a G And the fire marshal wanna shut it down at three And you ballin' ass niggas, who's dressed to kill For the hoes showing the toes with extra heels (Man) I gotta get in, I drove here With a car load of bitches charged on Belvedere My niggas hit the cells if the line is thick So I drive the 500 through the door of the bitch
Yo, Red, what's up, man? Ayy, they ain't trying to let you in the club Yo, DJ Kool to the rescue We gon' break this joint down Ayo
If you pumping this one in your truck (Let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) And you really don't give a what (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, come on) Say let's get dirty
Yo, security patting my legs and waist But if I vacate the place, it'll be (Stay down) All my niggas in the huddle, on the count of three We gonna bum rush the tunnel with a pound of weed Cut the light on, you see it's Brick City in here Blazing like Biggie passed us a semi in here Don't sleep, stay wide awoke You dialed doc, not dial-a-joke Crawl or you'll die in smoke I keep it heated when the hawk is out Seated low Tahoe, beat it when the dark is out I'm outside of the line and I'm acting a fool Like a three o'clock bully waiting after school (Punks) I've been in this line for hours I even killed the time by helping my man pass out fliers Now all I wanna do is get in where I fit in Shake my ass with the baddest pigeon with her wig in Jump, move, crash, smoke, drink Shake that ass thang, the fuck you think? Papa Bear at the table, and the porridge is pouring Since Def is the label I belong in a morgue I'm walking half dead, acting senile With bigger niggas from jail than the one on 'Green Mile' I'll huff and puff, blow the club down I'll snuff a duck, I'm headed uptown
Yeah, that's right, we up in this joint now Ayo, we getting ready to take over Freddie, you grab the mic, I'ma grab the turntables We gon' rock this joint, baby
If you got up in the club free (Let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) And you drunk up in the V.I.P. (Let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) If you swingin' from them club nights (Let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) And you like to start them club fights (Let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty Everybody wave your hands now (Let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) Everybody jump up and down (Let's get dirty, come on) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) Everybody come to wild out (Let's get dirty, wild out) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) If you a big dog no doubt (Let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty Everybody wave your hands now (Let's get dirty, put 'em up) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) Everybody jump up and down (Let's get dirty, come on) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) Everybody keep it going now (Let's get dirty, keep it going) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) Just a little bit louder now (Let's get dirty, louder) Say let's get dirty, come on, come on Let's get dirty Let's get dirty Keep it going now (Let's get dirty)
This is DJ Say What on this motherfucker
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