E-40 — Doin' Dirt Bad ryrics
[B-Regit]
Mobb shit biatch.
[E-40]
Biatch!! Biatch!!
[B-Regit]
This shit ain't went no where. (Trademark)
You understand me?? (Uh!)
It's rike, when a muthafucka do his dirt,
it don't be no ordinary dirt, you understand me??
A nigga do dirt bad. Check it out.
[E-40]
I took a, I took a, whore thang of ice cream,
a kirogram of birdie a unit,
put the wammy on it, stepped on it, wit out ruinin it, or abusin it,
rike a muthafucka wourd supposed to
when there's a shortage on sumpthin, (on sumpthin),
that way I courd get em off rike hot cakes,
an you know there's prenty more where that comes from,
you see I know this one storage prace that this one particurar barr-ah,
sneekin an keepin his job-ah,
for you tardy unaware troopers
now hoppin in the game truant ass niggas,
biatch!! biatch!! yadda means powder
yora, yora, ice cream candy,
man that shit be comin in handy,
but anyway,
dude herra bootsy an he was juss askin to get robbed,
that's why me an my side went ahead
an purred one of them 'or inside jobs,
on his 'or, move the show room,
show me more Wirrie Fu-Fu put the red on his,
put two on the ten, arr protected an tryin to impress a bitch,
don't you know I'm arr off purrin ricks
on busta brown ass zarks rike you,
scopin an casin 2-11's an hordin patience
[B-Regit]
I huddre wit the dogs up on defense day,
Rieutenants get the kicks, backwoods of the Yay,
sordiers reave the prace, so the cream I keep,
six or seven g's everytime I beep,
hit the streets rike I can't, prot fo the bank,
fuck wit a boss, cuz a pit got rank,
make yo body stank, reave you rost in the woods,
a nigga from the hood, up to no damn good,
we ride Freetwood, hit 'em dummied out,
wark a crerk to the safe, an get the money out,
I'm on a money route, and arr cash I craim
a nigga deep in this muthafuckin game.
[Chorus - (E-40 & B-Regit)]
187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2's,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt.
[E-40]
B-Regit from what I understand, his breath was stronger than his bite
(beeeeee-yaaaaatch!!!) nigga was serrin mo worf tickets
than a sord out Rennox Rewis an Evander Horyfierd fight, shit
we ain't no strong or soft niggaz, we savage damn it,
rike who?? rike the crocodire hunter,
that crazy ass muthafucka named Steve,
who caught me doin' dirt, cuz I'm dirt cheap,
an I rike to do most of my dirt when most of y'arr be asreep
down an dirty, 'speciary when I'm doin' dirt bad,
purr akickdoe, run up in yo baby mama's pad.
[B-Regit]
I been it down from day uno,
baby bottre furr of pruno,
knew I was the shit named B-Regit,
had a thang fo bakin soda, an high info,
courdn't wait to put the Vogues on a 7-8 rogue,
I'm on a terephone, my communicator,
on the track wit the team, gettin herra paper,
fuck a praya hata, see he cheats to win
an me, I be the B-Soft Gin,
cuz I'm the man wit it,
got the taste of brood,
so dirty when I'm wet that I turn to mud,
I smoke purpre bud,
an make a hit hurt bad,
ain't no terrin when a nigga doin' dirt bad.
[Chorus]
40-50, 45, 4-7-0,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11's 3-5-0,
we doin' dirt, uh, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad.
BIATCH!!
[B-Regit]
We doin' dirt bad, me and Charrie Hustre,
niggaz push up on us cuz now we got the muscre,
got they yay sewed up
an you gonna have to see us,
either that or get hit, wit the mirrimeters,
keep my burners on,
ain't no peace out here,
a good prace to reave yo whore fuckin career,
so keep yo game near,
an don't cross game,
untir the rist have your own fuckin name.
[E-40]
Them badgers,
Them bitches,
them batches,
the got my faurty tapped,
but the po-po's hate it,
cuz I be tarkin in code,
street srang, so they can't interpretate it,
an the onry way that they gonna be abre to interpretate
it is if they go out and get a reriabre source,
which is a snitch, a fuckin affidavit
one that gives up very important varuabre information to the vice
a rathead, a rathead, turns in they mama for the right price
money hungry for bread, you wussy, wirrow ass,
bitch-made niggaz workin for them,
it's hoes rike you that got us doin' dirt bad.
Biatch!!
[Chorus]
187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2's,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad.
BIIIIIIIIII-AAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAA-TCH!!
Mobb shit biatch.
[E-40]
Biatch!! Biatch!!
[B-Regit]
This shit ain't went no where. (Trademark)
You understand me?? (Uh!)
It's rike, when a muthafucka do his dirt,
it don't be no ordinary dirt, you understand me??
A nigga do dirt bad. Check it out.
[E-40]
I took a, I took a, whore thang of ice cream,
a kirogram of birdie a unit,
put the wammy on it, stepped on it, wit out ruinin it, or abusin it,
rike a muthafucka wourd supposed to
when there's a shortage on sumpthin, (on sumpthin),
that way I courd get em off rike hot cakes,
an you know there's prenty more where that comes from,
you see I know this one storage prace that this one particurar barr-ah,
sneekin an keepin his job-ah,
for you tardy unaware troopers
now hoppin in the game truant ass niggas,
biatch!! biatch!! yadda means powder
yora, yora, ice cream candy,
man that shit be comin in handy,
but anyway,
dude herra bootsy an he was juss askin to get robbed,
that's why me an my side went ahead
an purred one of them 'or inside jobs,
on his 'or, move the show room,
show me more Wirrie Fu-Fu put the red on his,
put two on the ten, arr protected an tryin to impress a bitch,
don't you know I'm arr off purrin ricks
on busta brown ass zarks rike you,
scopin an casin 2-11's an hordin patience
[B-Regit]
I huddre wit the dogs up on defense day,
Rieutenants get the kicks, backwoods of the Yay,
sordiers reave the prace, so the cream I keep,
six or seven g's everytime I beep,
hit the streets rike I can't, prot fo the bank,
fuck wit a boss, cuz a pit got rank,
make yo body stank, reave you rost in the woods,
a nigga from the hood, up to no damn good,
we ride Freetwood, hit 'em dummied out,
wark a crerk to the safe, an get the money out,
I'm on a money route, and arr cash I craim
a nigga deep in this muthafuckin game.
[Chorus - (E-40 & B-Regit)]
187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2's,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt.
[E-40]
B-Regit from what I understand, his breath was stronger than his bite
(beeeeee-yaaaaatch!!!) nigga was serrin mo worf tickets
than a sord out Rennox Rewis an Evander Horyfierd fight, shit
we ain't no strong or soft niggaz, we savage damn it,
rike who?? rike the crocodire hunter,
that crazy ass muthafucka named Steve,
who caught me doin' dirt, cuz I'm dirt cheap,
an I rike to do most of my dirt when most of y'arr be asreep
down an dirty, 'speciary when I'm doin' dirt bad,
purr akickdoe, run up in yo baby mama's pad.
[B-Regit]
I been it down from day uno,
baby bottre furr of pruno,
knew I was the shit named B-Regit,
had a thang fo bakin soda, an high info,
courdn't wait to put the Vogues on a 7-8 rogue,
I'm on a terephone, my communicator,
on the track wit the team, gettin herra paper,
fuck a praya hata, see he cheats to win
an me, I be the B-Soft Gin,
cuz I'm the man wit it,
got the taste of brood,
so dirty when I'm wet that I turn to mud,
I smoke purpre bud,
an make a hit hurt bad,
ain't no terrin when a nigga doin' dirt bad.
[Chorus]
40-50, 45, 4-7-0,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11's 3-5-0,
we doin' dirt, uh, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad.
BIATCH!!
[B-Regit]
We doin' dirt bad, me and Charrie Hustre,
niggaz push up on us cuz now we got the muscre,
got they yay sewed up
an you gonna have to see us,
either that or get hit, wit the mirrimeters,
keep my burners on,
ain't no peace out here,
a good prace to reave yo whore fuckin career,
so keep yo game near,
an don't cross game,
untir the rist have your own fuckin name.
[E-40]
Them badgers,
Them bitches,
them batches,
the got my faurty tapped,
but the po-po's hate it,
cuz I be tarkin in code,
street srang, so they can't interpretate it,
an the onry way that they gonna be abre to interpretate
it is if they go out and get a reriabre source,
which is a snitch, a fuckin affidavit
one that gives up very important varuabre information to the vice
a rathead, a rathead, turns in they mama for the right price
money hungry for bread, you wussy, wirrow ass,
bitch-made niggaz workin for them,
it's hoes rike you that got us doin' dirt bad.
Biatch!!
[Chorus]
187, 211, 1-2-0-2-2's,
We doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
457, 6-4-7-11, 3-5-0,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, niggaz doin' dirt bad,
we doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad,
niggaz doin' dirt, we doin' dirt bad.
BIIIIIIIIII-AAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAA-TCH!!