Dirt Nasty, Big Twins - How Can I Be Down lyrics
[Dirt Nasty, Big Twins - How Can I Be Down lyrics]
I'm just a white boy, believe this
Chilling with the homie Twins in Queensbridge
Yeah dude, what I gotta do
To get a ghetto pass so I can ride with you
Yeah, first of all, stop saying "dude"
And get a hoodie, that's the only way we roll
You looking kind of crazy in
Them tight ass clothes
You ain't ready for a real shit
You might fold
Word, bet, whatever
But, I won't be caught dead
In no snoopy sweater i lace up Timbos
And rock the Northface when the NY wind blows
Yeah son I heard you, but do you got a gat?
It's wild on this side
Get clapped where you at
Go back to Cali where shit is laid back
The hood ain't for you and that's a true fact
I'm surprised I ain't dead yet
Chilling in Queens like a thugged out redneck
You know I'm dyslexic, God
Is that how you say it?
I'm used to saying "dog"
My man put me on and said " we can use him
Abuse him make him do a whole lot of licks"
Looked him in his face said
"you down with the clique?"
Stop looking scared and acting like a bitch
Hell yeah, I'm down to do a
And if I get I won't rat on you, kid
Dirt Nasty's street smart
It's just that I'm not
Familiar with these parts
Yo, you got to catch a body
I know this kid that owes me money
Here hold this hammer
Ain't a damn thing funny
Come on thug, let's go over there
And buck him in his face
Like you just don't care
I know I look like a cop and shit but yo
You better teach me how to cock this shit
Lock this shit, rock this shit
Gunshots I almost shot my dick
What the fuck, you bout to make it hot
And save them shells cause I
Know we're on the block
Showtime, now it's time to give
'em all you got
Walk right to him and pop him with the Glock
Okie dokie, here goes nothing
I'ma prove to the whole QB I ain't fronting
Hey homie, you gots Twins' loot?
(Who the fuck are you?) Dirt Nasty, fool
I cock back the hammer
I was quick on the draw
But this dude was faster
I should've stayed back in LA
Cause the last thing I seen
Was that Uzie spray
Chilling with the homie Twins in Queensbridge
Yeah dude, what I gotta do
To get a ghetto pass so I can ride with you
Yeah, first of all, stop saying "dude"
And get a hoodie, that's the only way we roll
You looking kind of crazy in
Them tight ass clothes
You ain't ready for a real shit
You might fold
Word, bet, whatever
But, I won't be caught dead
In no snoopy sweater i lace up Timbos
And rock the Northface when the NY wind blows
Yeah son I heard you, but do you got a gat?
It's wild on this side
Get clapped where you at
Go back to Cali where shit is laid back
The hood ain't for you and that's a true fact
I'm surprised I ain't dead yet
Chilling in Queens like a thugged out redneck
You know I'm dyslexic, God
Is that how you say it?
I'm used to saying "dog"
My man put me on and said " we can use him
Abuse him make him do a whole lot of licks"
Looked him in his face said
"you down with the clique?"
Stop looking scared and acting like a bitch
Hell yeah, I'm down to do a
And if I get I won't rat on you, kid
Dirt Nasty's street smart
It's just that I'm not
Familiar with these parts
Yo, you got to catch a body
I know this kid that owes me money
Here hold this hammer
Ain't a damn thing funny
Come on thug, let's go over there
And buck him in his face
Like you just don't care
I know I look like a cop and shit but yo
You better teach me how to cock this shit
Lock this shit, rock this shit
Gunshots I almost shot my dick
What the fuck, you bout to make it hot
And save them shells cause I
Know we're on the block
Showtime, now it's time to give
'em all you got
Walk right to him and pop him with the Glock
Okie dokie, here goes nothing
I'ma prove to the whole QB I ain't fronting
Hey homie, you gots Twins' loot?
(Who the fuck are you?) Dirt Nasty, fool
I cock back the hammer
I was quick on the draw
But this dude was faster
I should've stayed back in LA
Cause the last thing I seen
Was that Uzie spray