Dirty Lyrics - Slum Village

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] 

Yo this O.D.B. and Slum Village 

Detriot wild out! You know how we do 

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] 

Girl, if you're flexible, intellectual 

Bisexual, can I get next to you 

If you're flexible than, we can keep it dirty and sexual 

If your man front, than we gotta knock the nigga out 

Smack the nigga up, stomp the nigga out, clap clap the nigga up 

[T3] 

She got a man, but her man ain't me 

I'm a, M-A-see, to P-I-M-P 

I'mma, show her things, and spend a little cheese, baby 

'cause your man ain't doing the right thing lately 

Yup, so I'm steppin in his house 

If the nigga step up I'ma knock the nigga out 

So I'm here with a beer and a glove 

With some thugs and some chicks with some derry' ass 

She got a man, it ain't fair, I don't care 

I ain't scared with my dudes and I come prepared 

Ladies, lemme see what you workin with 

Make a nigga stay at home like a punishment 

I'm trying, to think of us, think of we girl 

Think about us, and some, and T3 

[Chorus] 

[Elzhi] 

Yeah, you know how Slum do, when we come through 

Gum shoe, Air Force is a pair of Air Jordan's 

Pelle Pel, are old school with gangsta white walls 

Tailor suits, coordinatin' with the gator boots 

Before you hate on what we do, it's a D thang 

You flamin' at a Cappa/Rae offa Alize 

Where the ladies at, pushin' back you Baby Phat 

Make it clap like eight gats 

Stayin' at the Infenium, just use the key 

You got a man, but what your man gotta do with me 

He don't want it, nah, he don't know the nigga 

Roll with Dreadknotts, Cardy boys, and a mil', phat killas 

Raw CD twelve, but don't mind that 

And we should hit the telly up, I got the Remy and the dime bag 

[Chorus] 

[Hook: x 4] 

Keep it dirty nuh 

[T3] 

What, they don't want to fuck with us 

They don't want to feel the pain and get bruised and touched 

She was down with your team, now she roll with us 

Brought he girlfriend with her and its all a plus 

She want to do what the players do, play how the players play 

And she don't like how you treated her anyway 

[Elhzi] 

Yeah, you said you love, but is it really real 

Would you break me off first, and let my nigga Phil hit you 

Picture my Caddy truck, we sexin' in the backseat 

Or in my room, you bucky naked in my black mink 

Girl, it's either 'this or that', like it's Black Sheep 

I know it's on, if you twistin' back my Pistons cap 

Ignore the phone, if it's your man, let the machine get it 

Matter fact, turn off the ringer, and let me lean in it 

[Hook: X 3] 

[Chorus] 

[Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard] 

From Detroit all the way to New York, we comes down