Hit Da Floe Lyrics - Singles - Dirty

[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