Dirty Hit Tha Flo Lyrics

Hit Tha Flo Lyrics

[Big Pimp]
I know that y'all feel me now
Since we dropped that
Versatile
Know y'all ain't seen my clique in a while
We in the hood
coming up with killing style
Everybody talk cause we home now
Look at
here boy, you'd better gone now
It used to be black but it's chrome
now
If it's cocked back then it's gone fly
Put it on boss, so I won't
lie
I used to be young but I'm grown now
Hit a few licks, so we known
now
Kicked a little south, so it's on now
Do what you gotta when you
broke man
If you get a verse, get the whole thang
How we get here, see we
drove man
Rollin in a 'Lac on them chrome thangs, whoa man
We leavin 'em
blowed, we leavin 'em throwed
We rollin' for sho'
We got the wood smellin
like cinnamon
Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro
I'm hitting them blowed
I'm
dropping straight game just to put them in
Could've been
The cheapest
pimp that you ever seen before
I know you love it when I ride D's and
vogues
I know the junkie love it when I cook keys and o's
I'm a freak so
you know I stay pleasing woes
I love wood so you know I keep Optimos
We
had to Gump locked when we dropped “On Them Vogues�
And the south
don't stop till my head explode
Gotta keep it cold till my pockets
swolle
So if you don't know you'd better ask her though
Big pimp quick to
kick down your door
I'ma say it again, like I said it before

Chorus
(4X)
When them Dirty Boys drop
Better hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)]

Here we is boy, here we is boy

[Mr. G Stacka]
OK now
Now who
be dropping them bombs
They keeping you crunk by making you jump
Off of
every word that I spit out
You know them boys from the slum
They carry
big pumps and ready to bomb
Off everything that's in our way now
Packing
the heat, you stacking the cheese
Ready to freak, each and every one of you
woes
Who running the Gump, man y'all already know
Them Dirty Boys, they
got a style so cold
Continue to blow that killa smoke through my
nose
Emptying clips and busting holes through our foes
Who that out there
that's trying to steal our flow
After this time, I bet you won't no
more
We left for a while, but now we back on your block
Locking it down
because we opened up shop
You open your mouth and boy you bound to get
popped
We licking up shots because we leaving them cocked
And every thug
that I run with G's
Smoked out keeping freak tricks on they knees
Gotta
sack of green wood so we called it trees
Plus a thing of Thunderbird that's
swerving me
Now what y'all know bout Mr. G
Much love to them thugs that
run the streets
Crack sells, fat mail, while them junkies geek
Pop slugs,
draw blood, make them fakers flea
I know a lot of y'all out there envy
me
That's all right, we knock em off easily
Seems to be that you would be
more concerned
With making your own
Plus a little skeeting up stone
But
let it alone
Cause it ain't nothing you can do
Dirty Boys coming back and
we bringing the true
And the rest of y'all know when you showed the
show
Deuce, triple O, we make em hit the floe

Chorus

[Big
Pimp]
Now what y'all think we been doing brah
Sittin at home
Eatin
snacks, getting fat
We been in the studio making tracks
But y'all boys
wouldn't know nothing bout that
You too busy running off at your
mouth
Hollerin about, we fell out
You need to worry bout y'all own damn
house
While you're always trying to worry bout ours
Saying “Where
the Pimp, where the G
I know they ain't fell of the M-A-P
Is it gonna be
y'all last cd�
Look at here boy, stop asking me
That's the same old
thing you asked last week
You talk too much if you ask me
I'm glad I
ain't tell you that I lived with G
I'm glad I ain't tell you that I flipped
the keys
Let me ask you a question
You remember my 'Lac
The green one
that I had with my name in the back
Why you won't tell me
Hell who stole
that
You pulling everything else out your hat
See most of y'all started
rapping yesterday
See me and G been rapping since the 3rd grade
And I
don't give a damn what none of y'all say
We bout the only group that deserve
to get paid
So roll em up, sack em up, pack em up, and move em out
Them
Dirty Boys coming back through this town
And we won't stop till we shut it
down
So if you didn't know you'd better ask her though
Pimp and G quick
to kick down your door
I'ma say it again like I said it before
When them
Dirty boys drop (When them Dirty Boys drop)
Better hit the
floe

Chorus