Dirty - Rollin' Vogues lyrics

(Hook) We rollin' vogues wit triple gold on Cadillac's Smokin' doja gettin' blowed up, chillin' in the back Smokin on that wood got my mind feelin' right for when I ride out tonite And I'm quick to pull any trick that I like because I'm so pimp tight REPEAT (Pimp) Well I wanna pimp all the hoes In a L-Dog Lac, gold shoes sittin' on vogues Say you wanna roll reefer slow Two n***az in the back gettin' hi straight smokin' my dope I know you love it when you see me ride You run and hide because you know that I'm bringin' it live And no disrespect, if they cash the check They comin' out wit the .45 between they eyes Young n***a can you feel me I know you wanna k** me but you can't touch the G I got dick for them s*uts to beat Plenty game for them hoes so you can't f**k wit me We comin' straight from the S-O-U-T-H, true P-L-A-Y-A You in the land of the Candyman You best crown the man and never playa hate We get hi like everyday Got some k**a a** weed, do you wanna participate F**k n***a don't hesitate Take two puffs of the blunt n***a straight pa** it to me I make yo girl wanna masturbate So bend on over and shake that a** in a faster way Tonite I can be yo candy licker Yo big dick sticker nut 'em up in a nasty way and..... Hook (Mr. G) Well it's Friday night and I'm feelin' aight Got a pound and a pocket full of optimos Rollin' 4 deep in my Caddy smokin' weed Tricks sweatin' me but I ain't finna jock them hoes (Pimp:But young pimp we can stop them hoes and show them hoes what n***az from the South be like) Get on in, we got weed and gin But tell yo friend that we goin' to the fight tonite Open up the doors to the club and show me love And if you scared get up on this bud A fifth of that Henn??????? and I'ma freak you like you never was Later on let me lick you up and all around And watch yo pants come tumblin' down This lame got a squeaky bed but b**h gimme head And when you done we can f**k on the ground Cause I know you like them freaky sounds But hold on baby, I know you ain't tryin' to fake the funk You must take me for a young a** punk who can't make ya jump I'll freak yo a** till yo back get slumped And I know you wanna ride in my drop-top Lac Cause it's pretty and it's sittin' on vogues Wit a candy paint job that'll light the whole block up Are you blind from the shine of my spokes and..... Hook (Pimp) I know you really wanna know why This young a** pro I treat them hoes like Eskimos I treat 'em dirty cold when the door close Comin' out they clothes till a n***a don't wanna have s** no more See you never heard that before But that's a young playa kickin' game??? What you think I got the rest here for Better respect the folk You get boned when???? But yeah shawty I'm a pimp though And if you didn't know, still get the game to the up to the most I'm not really the kind though But if you bold enough I'll lay you down and we can f**k on the flo' So..... (Mr. G) Do you wanna ride wit me I got that yak on side of me Collard green smoke comin' outta me White folks comin' Better hide the weed, ya better hide the cheese, ya better hide the ki's That's what keeps yo pockets fat 4 or 5 n***az in my Cadillac Smokin' bud gettin' blazed in the back Hoes be actin' scandalous when it comes to showin' us love I'ma tell you hoes straight up: if you don't f**k don't hang wit us My crew be bout that dirty sh**, all about that nutty sh** If you not down to die for it then you must not be lovin' it b**h we..... Hook