Dirt Slang Lyrics

Yo man I got some sick a*s shit, I got all kinds of bongs
I got f**kin, I got paramaxes, I got graffix
I got all the dope shit
I got superbowls, I got f**kin skunk weed, I got skillz
Listen I'll get me on the court, you know what I'm saying? I got skillz
Look I got crossovers, I got dimes, I got lobs, I got ups
I got all kinds of skillz
I got homeboys, I got weed, I get high. I'm f**kin
I got dope remote control car with fat a*s f**kin whomper buds
f**kin varsity team, D-Loc said represent

I gots the light if you gots the time
I gots the joint if you gots the rhyme
I gots the ink if you gots the papers
I gots the flow if you'll catch the vapors
Crazy man

Suburban ebonics coming out my mouth
Take a lesson bitch boy I gots Kottonmouth
But your square nerdy a*ses won't understand
So yo, break em off a fat a*s piece man
Dirt slang, it starts like this bro
I play dunk ball with the homies and I eats pink taco
714 bustin up yo a*s
Suburban white bonics they don't teach in cla*s
It's the psychedelic hip hop punk rock shit
So let me tell you mother f**kers who your f**king with
Well I'm Saint Dog and I spills my schpeil
When I gets lit I like to bark some shit
Like it s*cked up, cracked out, cock-eyed biatch
I only kick licks and a I don't shoot brick
I got you puzzled like the wrinkles on my scrotum sac
I got a gang a gear, I keep my kicks on a rack
From Airwalks to Bocks to Docs to Birkenstock
Top it all off with some old skool socks
No wonder why your old lady rides my jock
I got her tied up like a boat to a dock
Yo I twist up your mind with my wicked hog say
Uck-fay ou-yay umb-day itch-bay
Aint-say og-day ever-nay lays-pay
Now that's the type of shit comin' slurred from Saint
Emergency, emergency 911, Kottonmouth's on the mic
So you bitches better run

I gots the light if you gots the time
I gots the joint if you gots the rhyme
I gots the ink if you gots the papers
I gots the flow if you'll catch the vapors
Crazy man
Dirt slang

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