Dirt Work (feat. Big Boi)

Dirt Work - Slimm Calhoun/Big Boi

Written by：benjamin, crawford, loving ...

I'm about two and a quarter

From rocking the bird

And about a G short from choppin' the third

Now I'm sitting at the light

With ten pounds of herb

Uh oh there they go the Red Dogs swerve

Jumped out "Man damn they got nerve "

Got the hell on dropped everything

Including my word

Now it's off through the woods we go

Here we go

Tossing the greens and blow oh no

Dipping through the trails

Running from twelve

Everybody gotta lay low shhhhhh

Escape routes major elite street rollers

Sh*t we doper than cola

Straight from Ayatollah

A-Town heat strokers

Flaming like the devils poker

Two of the best wit it

Hot sh*t we'll roast ya

If it's beef I'll choke ya

And leave you for the vultures

Or we can keep it cool playboy

And I'll toast ya

Dirt work ni**a we don't play

I got a couple on the tool

And a few on the way

Dirt work ni**a we don't play

I got a couple on the tool

And a few on the way

Well it's the rippinest wickedest MC

Bustin hard up out the ginseng

Tell more d**e stories

Than a damn d**e house d**e fiend

F**k the police you know me

These hoes blow me slowly

Seems like they owe me

Show me the d**e don't worry about the cash

Or your girlfriend's gonna be lonely homey

These rich and these vegetables feeling bony

Don't make me open my book bag

And you under scaling on me

You understand me Tony

You look like you wanna go on a boat

But you know I'll leave

You bloating or floating

Like sailboats and LTD's Private please

I'm the ni**a that earned his street stripes

And they've seen me in the Source Magazine

So you can't even pass me three mikes

You get three strikes and

About a half of clip of bullets so run it

And we can go on and get our little prices up

And act like we was on that Teen Summit

Dirt work ni**a we don't play

I got a couple on the tool and a few on the way

Dirt work ni**a we don't play

I got a couple on the tool and a few on the way

I'm about a four and a half

Into working these slabs

And about a hundred away from back in the lab

Now I done bust the next batch down

And my face looking drab

Uh oh yep this ni**a done served me some bab

Me sad Naw mad Quick to bust your a**

Playing around wit a hustler's cash

They'll find ya stankin in the trash

And escape wit your Billy Jean

And thriller cause I'm bad

Who dat them niggas wit the juice pack

You thought you had

Naw dad I'm glad my niggas keep a few thangs

Wit a few mags

Down to toe tag drop bags switch tags

And haul a**

Smash till we out of gas

Blast only if we gotta blast

Turn sunny days into an overcast

Abusive to the under class

When my tongue lash

And I mash out wit OutKast Yeah

Dirt work ni**a we don't play

I got a couple on the tool and a few on the way

Dirt work ni**a we don't play

I got a couple on the tool and a few on the way

Dirt work ni**a we don't play

I got a couple on the tool and a few on the way

Dirt work ni**a we don't play

I got a couple on the tool and a few on the way

Dirt work ni**a we don't play

I got a couple on the tool and a few on the way

Dirt work ni**a we don't play

I got a couple on the tool and a few on the way