Dirty - Sholl Iz lyrics

[Chorus] Ain't y'all them boys who be hollerin' "The Gump"? - We sholl iz Ain't y'all them boys who smoke wood and stay drunk? - We sholl iz Ain't y'all them boys who be talkin' all slum? - We sholl iz boy, we sholl iz boy, we sholl iz Ain't y'all them boys who be choppin' that blow? -We sholl iz Ain't y'all them boys who be sellin' them hoes? -We sholl iz Ain't y'all them boys slammin' Cadillac do's? -We sholl iz boy, we sholl iz boy, we sholl iz [Verse 1: Mr. G-stacka] Now first of all to set it off, we from the southside So homeboy, don't be runnin' your mouth cause we'll ride You probably say "Them boys Dirty so shiesty", you damn right You took too long to gives up our props, so gon' ni We represent them pimps, them gangstas, them dirty guls I'm down for all the thugs, cause n***a we run the world Ain't nothin' y'all can tell me, I stay gone off that dope And when I'm with my Folks, aye mayne, we act a Billygoat They ask me what's my name, I tell them That Boy Nutty No, he be not your buddy, cause he'll leave you bloody They love to call us county, hell we from Alabama But I'm gon' bet you this, we got some sh** your clique can't handle But never mind them, cause we know we from the slum And no matter how you take it, we as filthy as they come No need to bring your guns, you best be tryin' to run Cause lyrically, we bring the heat, spit bullets off our tongues Some n***az claim they dons, but we just claim we tight 'Fore you get off into this game, be mo' precise bout what you right So tell me how you feel, to know that we so cold You can't get mad, you knew that when we made y'all "Hit Da Flo" So tell me what y'all know, see y'all gon' always say sh** But if you do not spray sh**, then y'all be bout some play sh** But I'm about to lay sh**... down, n***a hit the ground Dirty Boyz, y'all the real, you so goddamn trill We sholl iz [Chorus] [Verse 2: Big Pimp] Now you might catch me in my '84 Fleet Brough-ham Or '68 Chevy small block with the cam' Forever pimped out, cause that's who I am Forever on the grind, tryin' to sell a million grams They call me Daddy Hall, game sweet like yams In your main girl drawls, she just s**in' on my ham Well I be goddamn, we got this thang crunk A lot of haters made cause we blowed up the Gump In '99 we dropped the hit single "Rollin' Vogues" We signed with Universal then we made ya "Hit Da Flo" We kept them rhymes cold, we sacked them dimes swole We kept them hoes freaky gettin' blowed off that snow Outer-town n***az joke, because we talk slow Damn right n***a, what you wanna talk fast fo'? You know we from the city where we known to kick do's Hog-tight your folks with rope, hit he block with your dope We was raised cut-throat, whole family out the Cove Grandma house (? ) (? ), back behind legit store Aunt and Uncle, Peggy, Van had some cousins that I know Rodney, (? ), Trina, Tracey, little bitty Bo Bo We mobbed on these streets, we robbed on these streets My grandma and Dr. King, hell they marched on these streets You can joke about the south, but we still got our pride We some hillbilly, Alabama n***az till we die [Chorus]