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O.C. lyrics : "Get It Dirty"

(feat. D Flow, Party Arty)

[Party Arty]

Now what you know about the CLK with fo' doors
Hoes with no drawers, smokin so raw
!@&@e from Omar, the ^!$$% from "Scarface"

Connects with Sosa, the ^!$$% that killed Tony
Now I throw pies like pizza chefs
We eat your bread, y'all ^!$$%z get beat to death

You wanna see somethin? Playa watch, we sprayin shots
when haters plot, some been slingin rocks since Mayor Koch
I heard a lot about you

But I don't give a $#&@, so I gotta shout you
Party Arty in the truck, but you can't see him
Had to warn 'em, better join 'em if you can't beat 'em

And I'd give anything for my man freedom
Trick and Tone comin home to the fam-bino
And I'm that ^!$$% like my man Nino

So let your crew, your clique, and family know
We get it dirty ^!$$%


[Chorus: D Flow]
We get it rockin, get it happenin, we get it dusty
We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me

Droppin, 'til it's platinum, 'til it's dusty
We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me


[D Flow]
We get it flossy, arrogant dog, bossy
Charge three after I slip a mick in your coffee

Get off me, started talkin fast and lost me
Of course we them ^!$$%z, "What What" like N.O.R.E.
I blind hoes, when I step in the club

My chain so bright, I got chicks checkin for bugs
D-Flow lyrically I'm swift with the tongue fo' sho'
Killer you feelin me I'm sick with the gun and yo

It's nuttin new son, bring your crew son
I knew none of these rappers, had it, my flow like magic
Hoes attracted to the kid with the small bling

South Boogie, ^!$$%z got it plus more bling
On the spot a hot 16 that ain't %#@!
Rock blue and grey all day, and I ain't Crip

My bank sick, dough stack to the sky
And I'ma stay high with a pound in the back of the 5


[Chorus]

[Chorus Two: D Flow]

We get it poppin, we get it crackin, we get it dusty
We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me
Droppin, 'til it's platinum, 'til it's dusty

Get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me

[O.C.]

What's my profile?
Demeanor of a chief over this here beat, check the pow-wow
Sirens, reminiscent to violence

Wildlife, with about a hundred ^!$$%z behind us
Get it feelin like it's World War 3 up in this (*##$
before the bomb hits ^!$$%

We get it dirty, done deal, guns I reveal
Yo' gun stay concealed, let's leave it at that
Machine gun rap spray off

Layin ^!$$%z six feet, eyes wide from the chaos
Many minds wanna know why they call me Mush
But if I tell ya then I got ta kill ya

See I leave no stones underturned, that's how a lot of ^!$$%z get burned
Man I'm "Deep Cover" like Fishburne
It's my turn, pay-offs is froo froo

Layoffs'll make a ^!$$% turn postal and shoot you

[Chorus + Chorus Two]

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