Dickies Lyrics - The Naked Soul Of Sweet Jones - Pimp C

Yeah, already 

Two underground kings, one underground legend 

I've been in my Dickies, my black flags since day one 

Yeah, Pimp where you at? 

Got my Dickies on ho 

Uh, uh 

I'm Pimp C bitch, got my Dickies on ho 

Keep a chrome .44 and a bumper full of snow 

Got red Dickies, white Dickies, orange Dickies too 

And I even got the blue for when I represent for Screw 

Nigga, I been wearing khakis since before that shit was cool 

Fucking with Jon Johnson wearing Dickies to the school 

With them hard heads packed a condom, gangsta night 

Way before I had a record, I was rocking the mic 

Got a pocket full of stones nigga 

Call me Sweet Jones nigga 

You girl love me, she can't leave my dick alone nigga 

Cause she a carnivore 

Take the leash off the bitch cause she a real live whore 

Got my Dickies on ho 

Say man I'm fresh off the west side of 9th street soldier 

I be up on my grind early morning, no Folgers 

No Starbucks, nigga no latte 

Need it for me, I hit up the streets and get it grande 

Hit the swap meet, I head up to the flea market 

Swang the candy slab through and let 'em watch a G park it 

I'm buying Jordans or them thousand dollar I.D's 

And a fresh pair of Dickies that's how I be 

I'm khaki'd up, I'm creased tight 

With no cuffs, yeah that's right 

Strapped in the back, not in the front 

Tec on the side, 'bout to smoke a blunt 

So pass the strawberry Philly bro 

Or the Swisher Sweet cigarillo really though 

And fill it up with the sticky 

Make sure the ashes don't fall on my Dickies 

Got my Dickies on ho 

Got my Dickies on ho, got my tickets on bitch 

Young fresh nigga, hundred thousand dollar outfit 

Got a new one everyday, hundred dollars ain't shit 

Made a hundred for the fit, left a hundred dollar tip 

One time I lost a crip, tax in Missisip 

I'll tell you 'bout it later, bet you niggas gon' trip 

Ask me how I did it, I tell them clientele 

Now everybody hating on me, that why the hell he ain't in jail 

Bitch I ain't in jail cause I'm a muhh'fucking G 

Making dirty money so I put it in the clean 

Lights going on, baby way too many carats 

Watch keep blushing, got a young nigga embarrassed 

Hate where you, no way you always sitting Ferris (wheel) 

Look into the mirror, changes scare me 

M.O.B that's how the rich got rich 

22-20 make a real nigga snitch 

Got my Dickies on ho