ha ha off the top we back dirty boyz a new beginnin baby we doin this thang with nfinity and motherfuckin rap a lot black klown forever all my dirty boyz representing the motherfuckin south alabama that is off the top we still and we still i m a pimp to the first degree the same nigga teachin the pimp game to you shit he heard it from me occasionally i sack and hustle herb on the street my cousin g say mac these hoes and leave the curb up to me so i m oblidged to tell every girl that i meet she wanna ride she gotta get some dirt on her knees it hurt em to see they baby mama swervin with me left out your house with some pants but had a skirt underneath she in the heavy c h e v 350 rockin with the shift kit hurtin the street she on the block like she workin the street but if i get her in my car i mma have the bitch slurpin for free oh you say you wanna twirk for a fee well i ain t no trick biotch i ll have your ass workin for me they call me peter wee because i flirt with the freaks but you ain t never seen me do it you just heard it was me and i m is we still pimpin hoes we still gangstafied we still ridin vogues we gettin high we still in the club we still sackin wood we still on them tweety dubs we still in the hood now you know gangsta stayin blacked down with a black 4 pound and ll bust off rounds in your chest until your back blow out cause everyday i hit the corner with a cracked up ounce them fiends see me boy they start to do the crackhead bounce and i got grams grams and grams of blow of pure white snow i call myself the good dope store you ll catch me deep off in the hood sittin on all gold spokes or probably smokin on that wood sippin that hypnot o and my motto is if you ain t gangsta you ain t livin right and if you ain t pimpin we got prescriptions that ll get you tight i come from the street so packin heat is just a part of life and game on your wife freak her one night now she a super dike and it s the same damn thang everyday flood the block with ya they don t smoke if they don t pay i got a tech 9 in my waistline that ll leave your smoke gray and in the hood is where you ll find me on a daily paper chase  now when they see me hell they holla gangsta what you got for bout two bills i ll give your ass a ten pack of triple stack x pills and that s real cause a nigga out here tryin to live i hit the block with a bunch of rocks until i stack me a mil i shack shaq like o neal thirty two o s in the grill i point guard with g but i coach them hoes like i m phil niggas ask what i ll be doin if i ain t have this deal and i tell them the same thang for the last eighteen years and that is 