Slum Village feat. Dirt McGirt Dirty Lyrics

Detroit Deli (A Taste of Detroit) Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Zoom
  • 2 Do You
  • 3 Dirty
  • 4 Late 80's (skit)
  • 5 Selfish
  • 6 Closer
  • 7 Old Girl / Shining Star
  • 8 Keep Holding On
  • 9 It's On
  • 10 The Hours
  • 11 Things We Do
  • 12 Count the Ways
  • 13 Reunion
  • [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 ***** out
    Smack the ***** up, stomp the ***** out, clap clap the ***** up

    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 ***** step up I'ma knock the ***** out
    So I'm here with a beer and a glove
    With some thugs and some chicks with some derry' ***
    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 ***** stay at home like a punishment
    I'm trying, to think of us, think of we girl
    Think about us, and some, and T3


    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 *****
    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


    [Hook: x 4]
    Keep it dirty nuh

    What, they don't want to **** 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

    Yeah, you said you love, but is it really real
    Would you break me off first, and let my ***** 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]


    [Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard]
    From Detroit all the way to New York, we comes down

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