Play Dirty Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Play dirty, like I slipped in mud before the game 

And the coach wouldn't even let a playa go change 

Play dirty, I talk more trash than Ali 

I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee 

Play dirty, break ya nose like Rodman did Pippen 

The minute you start trippin', I'll slip the banana clip in 

Play dirty, everything in life ain't fair 

So sometimes you gotta play dirty, do you feel me on that there? 

Man fuck a rule book cuddy I play dirty 

I cook 2 on stovers when I cook birdies 

I got tattoos white boxers T-shirts and slugs 

If in the mirror then I'm fixin' my mug 

I put a nigga on the top floor 

I beat him with a jack show him that I'm not a hoe 

Fill an application out at papadeaux's 

Work my way up to manager and rob the hoes 

You never know what I'm gonna do next like a lava lamp 

Pull out the pockets on the damn dada pants 

Ridin' in a throwed lil' car hotter than some fiya ants 

I be actin' like Bin Laden, I think I got a problem man 

I ain't the baddest in the world but I'm the baddest you done seen 

I want you out that car now pull over like trina 

Ya patna owe me cash, I'm gon' get that bank 

Put a bomb under the car and a twist in the gas tank what 

Play dirty, like I slipped in mud before the game 

And the coach wouldn't even let a playa go change 

Play dirty, I talk more trash than Ali 

I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee 

Play dirty, break ya nose like Rodman did Pippen 

The minute you start trippin', I'll slip the banana clip in 

Play dirty, everything in life ain't fair 

So sometimes you gotta play dirty, do you feel me on that there? 

Catch me at the club with a clutch at my waist 

If a hata run up I leave a scuff on his face 

Blood on his face get drug thru a lake 

For goodness sake invite the hood to his wake 

Banana in ya tail pipe sugar in ya tank 

Dis combobulate ya fuel pump when ya car crank 

Swallow up ya fear break a bottle on a chair 

Grab a model by the hair when you holla in the air 

Girl, give me your number or I'll steal ya car 

Lew hawk at the bar robbing mone from the tip jar 

Throw ya neighborhood up if you ain't barrin' 

And if a busta hold the place don't sit there and ignore it 

Break a hata nose dismantle his jaw 

Them Hollywood Boys gon' handle the bar 

If he tries to make a move then take him to the lot 

Trunk pop stash pot with the automatic glock