Song Description

Dirty Dirty!

Lyrics

1st Verse Vision

Yeah boi, it?s Simplexx, bout to drop on the Lil Jon beat, let ya know, it?s real
This underground shit should have you blazin spliffs, you know what I?m sayin, we comin at you just like, you know what I?m sayin, St. Louis.

Gotta keep it real, not fake like these lame dudes/
Listen up, I got more game than the damn cube/
Ima get rich or die trying, that?s the plan folk/
Get a grip or try dying, man that ain?t a damn joke/
Raised in the Ville, but reside in the Lou/
So I?m raised with the real, but reside with the truth/
Midwest territory, everybody eyes tell a story/
But it ain?t good, cause the hood neva give a fella glory/
Keep it gutta, raise the ruckus, rap game is butta, can?t nobody touch/
Ya?ll bois ain?t real, need to quit the yappin, this shit that?s real for the underground album/
Cause we keep it real for them cats rollin in the chevys/
Sippin E & J, hittin blunts ridin by the levy/
If you represent us, we gone represent you/
If you see us in ya town pimpin, go on throw them deuces/

Chorus
Cadillacs, big trucks, money and women, wit small waists, big butts/
That?s what I?m lovin pimpin/
TV?s, DVD?s, leather seats. Navigation, sittin on 23?s/
That?s how I?m rollin pimpin/
Smoke at will, cups get filled, trynna make mills off underground skills/
Hands on wheels that control 24?s, the plan is to roll and it?s bout unfold/

2nd verse Posqualy

Ima get sick with this flow, bending niggas while feeling invincible/
The anecdote is me and my henchmen is what we wrote/
A can of coke is what you been sniffin, think you can cope/
And my approach is like a locomotive, stopping those nope/
And you just like a bogus billionaire that just eloped, yep/
And didn?t sign no prenups, so you know you lames fucked/
I keep that tucked but you can?t claim I?m unjust/
When barrels erupt, you get red Nautica apparel/
Denero and trucks is in our future, it?s best you narrow/
Your decision to Simplexx, a collision is next/
When pens crash on the dotted line, a contract is signed/
In time we?ll be getting bent, off cognac and wine/
Now phone that and tell yo thugs, Pos underground nigga/
If they don?t like it slumber now, and don?t get rounds spit in ya/
The thirst quencher, if you need a fixin, c?mon and drink/
Girl this dick?ll wrench ya, get ya cumin like water in sinks/ OH

Chorus
Cadillacs, big trucks, money and women, wit small waists, big butts/
That?s what I?m lovin pimpin/
TV?s, DVD?s, leather seats. Navigation, sittin on 23?s/
That?s how I?m rollin pimpin/
Smoke at will, cups get filled, trynna make mills off underground skills/
Hands on wheels that control 24?s, the plan is to roll and it?s bout unfold/

3rd Verse Furious

Now it?s been called to my attention to mention been pimpin/
Cause engage in politikin chickens who pussy so deep, you can go fishing/
Niggas be wishin they could be in my position, cause I?m kinda like a surgeon/
When I make those deep incisions, wit exact precision/
But a rookie?s decision is to quickly up them ends and commence to tricking to hit the kitten/
This shit was written specifically for those who bitchin, claimin they rich and, reality, ain?t got a pot to piss in/
Wanna wish em good ridings/
Nigga we gorilla pimpin, never slippin, sippin on Henny, me and my henchmen/
Gotta represent the Simplexx till we finished, then/
Initiate the resurrection, do it again, like throw backs and pro model brims/
Nigga we sharp as a fin/
I know you pissed we get under your skin, just like syringe/
Makin hatas cringe, every time we hop out the benz/
And since we not friends, I suppose you hoes foes/
Get to trippin, I?ll put nines to you spine, like Jalen Rose/

Chorus
Cadillacs, big trucks, money and women, wit small waists, big butts/
That?s what I?m lovin pimpin/
TV?s, DVD?s, leather seats. Navigation, sittin on 23?s/
That?s how I?m rollin pimpin/
Smoke at will, cups get filled, trynna make mills off underground skills/
Hands on wheels that control 24?s, the plan is to roll and it?s bout unfold/

4th Verse Simplexx

You know who we lurkin with, nothing but jerks and shit/
The type of thugs, bitches from the hood?ll search to get/
They heard us spit, and they wanna see if it?s really true/
Can we murder it, like we say we do when we in the booth/
Plus we sitting on spinning wheels, pullin hoes pimpin appeal/
There ain?t no end to our success, therefore, we copping mills/
We rude and what not, eyers all bloodshot/
You just might see sights of smoke coming out our windpipes/
We win fights, we don?t lose, bruise wit bigga tools/
And figga fools get up out the way when we comin through/
And I hope you muthafuckas don?t think it?s a gimmick/
Cause I?ll put 22?s to your chest like Emmit/
This ain?t no image, them things will travel straight to your appendix/
We trynna to win it and get cash my nigga let?s spend it/
Sit up in benz, wit rims and then windows is tinted/
Make it impossible to see us so you hatas is fnished/

Chorus
Cadillacs, big trucks, money and women, wit small waists, big butts/
That?s what I?m lovin pimpin/
TV?s, DVD?s, leather seats. Navigation, sittin on 23?s/
That?s how I?m rollin pimpin/
Smoke at will, cups get filled, trynna make mills off underground skills/
Hands on wheels that control 24?s, the plan is to roll and it?s bout unfold/