[Big Pimp]   I know that y'all feel me now   Since we dropped that Versatile   Know y'all ain't seen my clique in a while   We in the hood coming up with killing style   Everybody talk cause we home now   Look at here boy, you'd better gone now   It used to be black but it's chrome now   If it's cocked back then it's gone fly   Put it on boss, so I won't lie   I used to be young but I'm grown now   Hit a few licks, so we known now   Kicked a little south, so it's on now   Do what you gotta when you broke man   If you get a verse, get the whole thang   How we get here, see we drove man   Rollin in a 'Lac on them chrome thangs, whoa man   We leavin 'em blowed, we leavin 'em throwed   We rollin' for sho'   We got the wood smellin like cinnamon   Gigolo, pimp, got 'em a pro   I'm hitting them blowed   I'm dropping straight game just to put them in   Could've been   The cheapest pimp that you ever seen before   I know you love it when I ride D's and vogues   I know the junkie love it when I cook keys and o's   I'm a freak so you know I stay pleasing woes   I love wood so you know I keep Optimos   We had to Gump locked when we dropped “On Them Vogues”   And the south don't stop till my head explode   Gotta keep it cold till my pockets swolle   So if you don't know you'd better ask her though   Big pimp quick to kick down your door   I'ma say it again, like I said it before      Chorus (4X)   When them Dirty Boys drop   Better hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)]    Here we is boy, here we is boy      [Mr. G Stacka]   OK now   Now who be dropping them bombs   They keeping you crunk by making you jump   Off of every word that I spit out   You know them boys from the slum   They carry big pumps and ready to bomb   Off everything that's in our way now   Packing the heat, you stacking the cheese   Ready to freak, each and every one of you woes   Who running the Gump, man y'all already know   Them Dirty Boys, they got a style so cold   Continue to blow that killa smoke through my nose   Emptying clips and busting holes through our foes   Who that out there that's trying to steal our flow   After this time, I bet you won't no more   We left for a while, but now we back on your block   Locking it down because we opened up shop   You open your mouth and boy you bound to get popped   We licking up shots because we leaving them cocked   And every thug that I run with G's   Smoked out keeping freak tricks on they knees   Gotta sack of green wood so we called it trees   Plus a thing of Thunderbird that's swerving me   Now what y'all know bout Mr. G   Much love to them thugs that run the streets   Crack sells, fat mail, while them junkies geek   Pop slugs, draw blood, make them fakers flea   I know a lot of y'all out there envy me   That's all right, we knock em off easily   Seems to be that you would be more concerned   With making your own   Plus a little skeeting up stone   But let it alone   Cause it ain't nothing you can do   Dirty Boys coming back and we bringing the true   And the rest of y'all know when you showed the show   Deuce, triple O, we make em hit the floe      Chorus      [Big Pimp]   Now what y'all think we been doing brah   Sittin at home   Eatin snacks, getting fat   We been in the studio making tracks   But y'all boys wouldn't know nothing bout that   You too busy running off at your mouth   Hollerin about, we fell out   You need to worry bout y'all own damn house   While you're always trying to worry bout ours   Saying “Where the Pimp, where the G   I know they ain't fell of the M-A-P   Is it gonna be y'all last cd”   Look at here boy, stop asking me   That's the same old thing you asked last week   You talk too much if you ask me   I'm glad I ain't tell you that I lived with G   I'm glad I ain't tell you that I flipped the keys   Let me ask you a question   You remember my 'Lac   The green one that I had with my name in the back   Why you won't tell me   Hell who stole that   You pulling everything else out your hat   See most of y'all started rapping yesterday   See me and G been rapping since the 3rd grade   And I don't give a damn what none of y'all say   We bout the only group that deserve to get paid   So roll em up, sack em up, pack em up, and move em out   Them Dirty Boys coming back through this town   And we won't stop till we shut it down   So if you didn't know you'd better ask her though   Pimp and G quick to kick down your door   I'ma say it again like I said it before   When them Dirty boys drop (When them Dirty Boys drop)   Better hit the floe      Chorus