Ain't No Thang (Dirty Version) (Dirty Version)

Ain't No Thang (Dirty Version) (Dirty Version)

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A n**** ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my s*** go, it's Andre. Can yo punk a** come out to play?
Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head
You don't know who you be f***in with you'se better off...dead

Is what I say, best run the other way
In case of physical breakdown...y'all can break now
My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp
Make yourself exempt

P**** footin' around don't be gettin' y'all nowhere but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do

I got the nerve to serve you up just like a raider do, but naw (naw, naw)
I take that back, that's my problem
Turnin' and walkin' away, this ain't goin' work when they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up n****, if you want some

[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We havin' a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps (players), Mack daddies (East Point)
It's all about that ses in yo chest (It's the joint)

Well n****, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits
It's that n**** down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits
I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the
Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch

I used to sell dope, but in 1994
I'm makin Southern playalisti cadillacmuzik
But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscin'
About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens

She had me makin' better grades to make a better life
But I never had no love or respect, 'cause we goin' be alright
I ran the streets and broke my curfew 'cause I gave a s***
I carried guns and butcher knives 'cause I was steadily in the mix, yeah

It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now
I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now
I call the wild because it's time to take the streets
So if you ain't got the burner, bring your big enough nuts (retreat)

I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal
Just an international playa, comin' through your stereo

[Chorus: x2]

3-5-7 to your fo'head, there'll be mo' dead
'Cause I'm a po' kid
So Lord forgive me, I got to keep my milly right here near me
When I be doin fine until these n****z want to clear me off my street

But in my hood hood, they hollerin' ghetto
Don't have no neighbors that hit the pipe but never let go
But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you
Ain't s*** that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew

On the concrete, remember when we ran deep
Remember at the party when we served them n****z dandy
They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me
Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me

One is in mid-air and one is the chamber
Y'all ask me what the f*** I'm doin', I'm releasin' anger
Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin' it one day
At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way

You can sway with Andre, I'll take her to the ho-jo, b****
Just let you know, yeah

[Chorus: x2]

It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin'
No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac
I got that n**** Dre, he ridin' shotgun
And got my pump under my seat, in case these yougstas want to have some fun

I'd do it if I have to, bustin' caps with this a heat and load it clip up after clip
And after again, if I feel it
The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters
See I be bustin' caps like my amp be bustin' speakers

So how do you figure that Big Boi beats ghetto blastin
You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster
1-2-3, you need to think about the future
Before I shoot your a** and dilute your gut with lead

From my hollow clips, I'll send you to an early grave
You f***in slave, you better try another way
To take me out, is truly something difficult
Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke

I'm out of bullets lettin' loose my last clip
I'm a kick you in your a** and your n**** gettin' pistol whipped
You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do

[Chorus: x2]

Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the muthaf***in'...
Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the n****z
Around the East Point way
College Park is really on the map

We comin' around Atlanta and the n****z are really strapped
With the muthaf***in guns and the muthaf***in glocks
Steady is the gas n****, don't fear it and it don't stop

Written by ANDRE BENJAMIN, ANTWAN PATTON, PATRICK BROWN, RICO WADE, RAYMON MURRAY
Published by CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP, WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC

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