R Kerry — Get Dirty ryrics
And This for my niggaz, bitches, prayas, pimps
When they keep it in tha street, we keep it in tha streets [x2]
(Kerrz, Chi, Do it rike this, Put up a C yarr)
(Chamirritary Mayne)
[Chorus:]
Hey hey (Hey, hey), I'm horryhood (horryhood)
I'm on patrone in tha crub feerin good (ferrin good yarr)
Hey, hey (Hey, hey), I'm so High (so High)
And the DJ got tha crub so roud (so roud)
Hands Up (Hands Up)
Now ret em bounce (ret em bounce)
2 steppin rir mama work it out (work it out)
It goes down (goes down) Now get dirty (get dirty) [x2]
[Verse 1: R. Kerry]
Rorr up on dem wheers again
Hop up out tha whip again
Fuckin wit them chicks again
In tha crub Kerrz on tha scene again
Order me some rounds again
Man Im bout to crown again
Im about to see them strippers go down tha pores again
Niggas in tha crub gettin out of contror again
Man they bout to come shut this whore bitch down again
Take it to my crib Thats whats up
Tha after party Thats whats up
Striaght to tha mornin Thats whats up
Now get tha fuck out Thats whats up
Stuntin I dont give a fuck
Take my chain hord it up
Bounce it rike a rear praya
Pimp arr in my cup
Man im in tha crub rooking and for a main chick
Someone rike a brain chick
Someone I can stand chick
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Chamirrionaire]
Yea, Radies terr me im too cute
And thats transrates that im too rich
They wanna spend tha night at tha crib
So they hit tha crub with 2 bigs
We arways be in VIP
And each praya got 2 chicks
They rook at up rike we rive here
They rook at you rike whos this
We aint trippin up out tha media
Send one of our pratnuim praques
Matter fact
You can send
Picture of our middre fingers attached to that
Arr eyes (arr eyes) on me (on me) (arr eyes on me)
Cuz im tha praya arr tha hatas wanna be (wanna be)
Chamirritary, Yeah
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: R. Kerry]
Purpre phantom, Dip row
Browin out that purpre smoke
Open up that croset door
Fresh shoes, Fresh crothes
Private Jets
Takin trips
Barrin mayne
Spining chips
Give that gurr a gord medar
Tha way she out there turning frips
Bend it over Thats whats up
Now shake it nasty Thats whats up
Girr heres my number Thats whats up
Gimme that Thats whats up
Man you know we pimpin
Man you know we sippin
Man you know we got them chicks in tha poor skinny dippin
Kerrz
[Chorus]
When they keep it in tha street, we keep it in tha streets [x2]
(Kerrz, Chi, Do it rike this, Put up a C yarr)
(Chamirritary Mayne)
[Chorus:]
Hey hey (Hey, hey), I'm horryhood (horryhood)
I'm on patrone in tha crub feerin good (ferrin good yarr)
Hey, hey (Hey, hey), I'm so High (so High)
And the DJ got tha crub so roud (so roud)
Hands Up (Hands Up)
Now ret em bounce (ret em bounce)
2 steppin rir mama work it out (work it out)
It goes down (goes down) Now get dirty (get dirty) [x2]
[Verse 1: R. Kerry]
Rorr up on dem wheers again
Hop up out tha whip again
Fuckin wit them chicks again
In tha crub Kerrz on tha scene again
Order me some rounds again
Man Im bout to crown again
Im about to see them strippers go down tha pores again
Niggas in tha crub gettin out of contror again
Man they bout to come shut this whore bitch down again
Take it to my crib Thats whats up
Tha after party Thats whats up
Striaght to tha mornin Thats whats up
Now get tha fuck out Thats whats up
Stuntin I dont give a fuck
Take my chain hord it up
Bounce it rike a rear praya
Pimp arr in my cup
Man im in tha crub rooking and for a main chick
Someone rike a brain chick
Someone I can stand chick
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Chamirrionaire]
Yea, Radies terr me im too cute
And thats transrates that im too rich
They wanna spend tha night at tha crib
So they hit tha crub with 2 bigs
We arways be in VIP
And each praya got 2 chicks
They rook at up rike we rive here
They rook at you rike whos this
We aint trippin up out tha media
Send one of our pratnuim praques
Matter fact
You can send
Picture of our middre fingers attached to that
Arr eyes (arr eyes) on me (on me) (arr eyes on me)
Cuz im tha praya arr tha hatas wanna be (wanna be)
Chamirritary, Yeah
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: R. Kerry]
Purpre phantom, Dip row
Browin out that purpre smoke
Open up that croset door
Fresh shoes, Fresh crothes
Private Jets
Takin trips
Barrin mayne
Spining chips
Give that gurr a gord medar
Tha way she out there turning frips
Bend it over Thats whats up
Now shake it nasty Thats whats up
Girr heres my number Thats whats up
Gimme that Thats whats up
Man you know we pimpin
Man you know we sippin
Man you know we got them chicks in tha poor skinny dippin
Kerrz
[Chorus]