Lyrics Sholl Iz - Dirty
[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
nigga
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
shit
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
niggaz
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
shit
But
if
you
do
not
spray
shit,
then
y'all
be
bout
some
play
shit
But
I'm
about
to
lay
shit...
down,
nigga
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
suckin'
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
niggaz
joke,
because
we
talk
slow
Damn
right
nigga,
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
niggaz
till
we
die
[Chorus]
1 Feel Me Ni
2 C'Mon
3 Keep It Pimp & Gangsta
4 That's Dirty
5 Think About U
6 Lose Control (Candyman Part 2)
7 Hoochie Mama
8 Sholl Iz
9 Ackamonkey
10 Woodgrain
11 Fuck Witcha
12 My Cadillac
13 Chicken Hustlin'
14 Gangsta
15 Ghetto Opera
16 Where da Luv
17 Ghetto Ride
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