Hood Hop

8th world, dis Streets 101 I'm finna give you a hand for pound of J-Kwon And a quarter bird of Track Boy Music Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey Now all mah life dirty, I've beenlivin dirty And I'ma keep it dirty until I'm gone dirty So where ya at dirty? where ya at dirty? Where dey at dirty? Where dey at dirty? This the new improved hood hop I make err muthafucka in this bitch, do the wop Dirty ran his mouth til the album drop (Why's that?) Trak Boy beats like a free brick of caine on the block I'm 17 name ain't the same on the block And da beat'll knock a nigga out his frame on the block And he'll come through and let it rain on the block And all dey gots to say is its a shame on the block I'm hot homeboy, ever get it twisted Numbaz unlisted stayed in third district, for real I'm ready to get naughty, best of bouf worl's so Hey Shawty Show me the party, and I'll show you the coke I can show you mah dick you can show me ya throat If a nigga trip trip, den we can show him the '4 If a nigga run up too we can show him some mo'