歌手:E-40
专辑:《The Element Of Surprise》

作词 : Earl Stevens/Bosko Kante/Brandt Jones
作曲 : Earl Stevens/Bosko Kante/Brandt Jones
(b-legit)
Mobb *******t biatch.
(e-40)
Biatch!! biatch!!
(b-legit)
This *******t ain't went no where. (trademark)
You understand me?? (uh!)
It's like, when a mutha*******a do his dirt,
It don't be no ordinary dirt, you understand me??
A ******* do dirt bad. check it out.
(e-40)
I took a, i took a, whole thang of ice cream,
A kilogram of birdie a unit,
Put the wammy on it, stepped on it, wit out ruinin it, or abusin it,
Like a mutha*******a would supposed to
When there's a shortage on sumpthin, (on sumpthin),
That way i could get em off like hot cakes,
An you know there's plenty more where that comes from,
You see i know this one storage place that this one particular ball-ah,
Sneekin an keepin his job-ah,
For you tardy unaware troopers
Now hoppin in the game truant ass *******s,
Biatch!! biatch!! yadda means powder
Yola, yola, ice cream candy,
Man that *******t be comin in handy,
But anyway,
Dude hella bootsy an he was juss askin to get robbed,
That's why me an my side went ahead
An pulled one of them 'ol inside jobs,
On his 'ol, move the show room,
Show me more willie fu-fu put the red on his,
Put two on the ten, all protected an tryin to impress a *******,
Don't you know i'm all off pullin licks
On busta brown ass zarks like you,
Scopin an casin 2-11's an holdin patience
(b-legit)
I huddle wit the dogs up on defense day,
Lieutenants get the kicks, backwoods of the yay,
Soldiers leave the place, so the cream i keep,
Six or seven g's everytime i beep,
Hit the streets like i can't, plot fo the bank,
******* wit a boss, cuz a pit got rank,
Make yo body stank, leave you lost in the woods,
A ******* from the hood, up to no damn good,
We ride fleetwood, hit 'em dummied out,
Walk a clerk to the safe, an get the money out,
I'm on a money route, and all cash i claim
A ******* deep in this mutha******* game.
Chorus- *(e-40 & b-legit)*
187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2's,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
We doin' dirt, *******z doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, *******z doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt.
(e-40)
B-legit from what i understand, his breath was stronger than his　bite
(beeeeee-yaaaaatch!!!) ******* was sellin mo wolf tickets
Than a sold out lennox lewis an evander holyfield fight, *******t
We ain't no strong or soft *******z, we savage damn it,
Like who?? like the crocodile hunter,
That crazy ass mutha*******a named steve,
Who caught me doin' dirt, cuz i'm dirt cheap,
An i like to do most of my dirt when most of y'all be asleep
Down an dirty, 'specialy when i'm doin' dirt bad,
Pull akickdoe, run up in yo baby mama's pad.
(b-legit)
I been it down from day uno,
Baby bottle full of pruno,
Knew i was the *******t named b-legit,
Had a thang fo bakin soda, an high info,
Couldn't wait to put the vogues on a 7-8 rogue,
I'm on a telephone, my communicator,
On the track wit the team, gettin hella paper,
******* a playa hata, see he cheats to win
An me, i be the b-soft gin,
Cuz i'm the man wit it,
Got the taste of blood,
So dirty when i'm wet that i turn to mud,
I smoke purple bud,
An make a hit hurt bad,
Ain't no tellin when a ******* doin' dirt bad.
*(chorus)*
40-50, 45, 4-7-0,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11's 3-5-0,
We doin' dirt, uh, *******z doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, *******z doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
*******z doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad.
Biatch!!
(b-legit)
We doin' dirt bad, me and charlie hustle,
*******z push up on us cuz now we got the muscle,
Got they yay sewed up
An you gonna have to see us,
Either that or get hit, wit the millimeters,
Keep my burners on,
Ain't no peace out here,
A good place to leave yo whole ******* career,
So keep yo game near,
An don't cross game,
Until the list have your own ******* name.
(e-40)
Them badgers,
Them *******,
Them batches,
The got my faulty tapped,
But the po-po's hate it,
Cuz i be talkin in code,
Street slang, so they can't interpretate it,
An the only way that they gonna be able to interpretate
It is if they go out and get a reliable source,
Which is a snitch, a ******* affidavit
One that gives up very important valuable information to the vice
A rathead, a rathead, turns in they mama for the right price
Money hungry for bread, you wussy, willow ass,
*******-made *******z workin for them,
It's hoes like you that got us doin' dirt bad.
Biatch!!
*(chorus)*
187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2's,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
We doin' dirt, *******z doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, *******z doin' dirt bad,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
*******z doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad.
Biiiiiiiiii-aaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaa-tch!!