Pimp C, Jeezy, Bun B - Dickies lyrics

[Pimp C, Jeezy, Bun B - Dickies lyrics]

Yeah, already
Two underground kings, one underground legend
I've been in my dickies
My black flags since day one
Yeah, Pimp where you at?

Got my dickies on ho

Uhhhhh, Uhhhhh
I'm Pimp C bitch, got my dickies on ho
Keep a chrome 44 and a bumper full of snow
Got red dickies, white dickies
Orange dickies too
And I even got the blue for
When I represent for Screw
Nigga, I been wearing khakis since
Before that shit was cool
Fucking with Jon Johnson wearing
Dickies to the school
With them Cortez packs
Call 'em "Gangsta Nike"
Way before I had a record
I was rocking the mic
Got a pocket full of stones nigga
Call me Sweet Jones nigga you girl love me
She can't leave my dick alone nigga
Cause she a carnivore
Take the leash off the bitch cause
She a real live whore

Say man I'm fresh off the west
Side of 9th street soldier
I be up on my grind early morning, no Folgers
No Starbucks, nigga no latte need it for me
I hit up the streets and get it grande
Hit the swap meet
I head up to the flea market
Swang the candy slab through and let
'em watch a G park it
I'm buying Jordans or them
Thousand dollar ID's
And a fresh pair of dickies that's how I be
I'm khaki'd up, I'm creased tight
With no cuffs, yeah that's right
Strapped in the back, not in the front
Tec on the side, 'bout to smoke a blunt
So pass the strawberry Philly bro
Or the Swisher Sweet cigarillo really though
And fill it up with the sticky
Make sure the ashes don't fall on my dickies

Got my dickies on ho, got my tickets on bitch
Young fresh nigga
Hundred thousand dollar outfit
Got a new one everyday
Hundred dollars ain't shit
Made a hundred for the fit
Left a hundred dollar tip
One time I lost a crip, tax in Missisip
I'll tell you 'bout it later
Bet you niggas gon' trip
Ask me how I did it, I tell them clientele
Now everybody hating on me
That why the hell he ain't in jail
Bitch I ain't in jail cause
I'm a muhh'fucking G
Making dirty money so I put it in the clean
Lights going on, baby way too many carats
Watch keep blushing
Got a young nigga embarrassed
Hate where you
No way you always sitting Ferris (wheel)
Look into the mirror, changes scare me
MOB that's how the rich got rich
22-20 make a real nigga snitch

Got my dickies on!

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