The Lacs, Hard Target, Cymple Man , CRUCIFIX, Sonny Bama - Dirtbagz Anthem lyrics
CRUCIFIX
[The Lacs, Hard Target, Cymple Man , CRUCIFIX, Sonny Bama - Dirtbagz Anthem lyrics]
Where my dirtbagz at?
(Way up from the dirty south)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(From the east to the west and way around)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(If you don't give a fuck
Put your hands up now) where my dirtbagz at?
(We gonna turn up 'til the switchboard
Welcome ladies and gentleman to the best
Show under the big top
We want y'all to sit back and enjoy
And if y'all get offended
We don't give a shit
Where the hell my dirtbagz at?
Put your hands up, God damn I ain't Shaq
See I got a smart ass mouth when I rap
'Cause them other boys ain't up
Top where I'm at
Chevy auto got a filly and the
Willie and the high res
Not a chicken put the liquor
In the shot glass
Kinda funny how I stick up when they get mad
This Dirt Rock and we dirtbagz
Put your hands up bitch I
Done failed to mention
Got a couple dirtbagz and I
Failed to list 'em got a charge at large and
It failed the system
Caught a case in the place
Now they call dementia
If y'all want it come and get it
Y'all gon' get that Sonny Liston
Here to stay down for my one percenters
Merrill-Lynch and it's our business (Ha ha)
Clay asked me if I could spit eight bars
I said sure but I rap about scars
And I got more nation it's
Gonna take a lot more
Leave 'em layin' in their piss
On the vomit floor
Drugs hurt more kids than the common core
Keep 'em in line I'ma commodore
When them dirtbagz pile through
Your lobby door
You ain't never seen shit like this before
(Like this before)
This year I'm rich, last year I was piss poor
Just get up and go get it and I kick doors
Now get your ass out my
Way or I'll kick yours
Champions baby, Crimson Tide
This the brand new shit the old shit died
Got a whole bunch of dirtbagz down to ride
Born and bred in the south
And we live or die, 'Bama
See The Lacs Live get tickets as low as $44
We some low down dirty boys
From the bottom makin' noise
Rollin' through your city
Bumpin' past Detroit
Brown bourbon just bought a bottle
Just to fill the void
But I been through state line to
State line to make mine
Tell them fake swine
The hate's fine to break mine
It take more than talkin' shit
Through the grape vine
You gon' need a bigger shotgun
To try to take mine
I tell you one thing that I'm not like
It's yellow belly rappers in the spotlight
Makin' you average hoes fold, stop light
Lookin' at these dudes like what you lose
Cockeyed
So roll the blunt and blaze the marijuana
From Georgia to Nevada
We spittin' just like a llama
No need for the melodrama
You can pull it on your mama
Dirt Rock motherfucker we the
New Americana I'ma dirtbag
Where my dirtbagz at?
(Way up from the dirty south)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(From the east to the west and way around)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(If you don't give a fuck
Put your hands up now) where my dirtbagz at?
(We gonna turn up 'til the switchboard
All them YouTube views
You think you advancin'
(Hah look at this bitch)
He's on stage dancin'
Guess it tickles the fancy
You just ain't shit to me pansy
So keep tiptoein' 'round the fire
'Til you burned all your britches
Up and then y'all doomed
'Cause you don't really want war
You just wanna talk tough, kim Jung Un
You can get rowdy bro and be the crowds hero
But when I touch the mic you on ground zero
You can suck a dick
Bet you saw that comin' right
'Cause you thought a glory hole
Was a peep hole i'm probably turnin' you on
I gotta be careful
All the shit that you blown
Not just opportunities I mean the few MC's
That you had to suck to get
The fuckers on your song (yeah)
I ain't playin' with a motherfucker
Think it's a game
I'm Wild Bill Hickok with a shotgun
30 aught trigger nine like a pop gun
It's complex but you 'bout to catch a hot one
Dirtbag, dirtbag, what is up dude?
If you ain't there from then it's fuck you
Six feet deep in the dirt right above you
If you ain't ridin' dick when they
Talk they don't love you
Six shooter tucked down by the abdomen
Tell tha thing get the click like an African
Better get 'em to the point like a javelin
Tryna keep a seat warm in my abstinence
'Cause I'm bad, bitch a dirtbag
Used to ride coach now I'm in first class
'Til you see the top and you wanna turn back
Bitch pallbearers and they ain't
Really earned that
People call me hater, I know (I know)
I could do what you do, blindfold (Blindfold)
Playin' like a side kick, Tonto (Tonto)
'Til I get to kickin' like a bronco (Bronco)
Thinkin' it's an end, like Sopranos
(Sopranos)
But I'm about leave you on a high note
(High note)
I do the same thing with my eyes closed
(Eyes closed)
Y'all wanna see a beast you will not know
It's the, yeah I'm city and I'm country
Real recognize real and all them
Pretty women love me
Back to Georgia bought me a four-wheeler
I got a load of money but
He's not a drug dealer (Woo woo)
I just touched right down
At the airport flyin' in and out of town
Spend a lot of hours to establish my sound
And I ain't copy cat shit so
Where the hell is my crown
I be countin' up stacks in
The Provost with the LACs
You ain't got a body cap
And a hundred snap backs
Sayin' studio trap me knick nack patty wack
Put a on my vocal
Mix it and run this shit back
Gotta wrestle with the strap
Beat the case it ain't rap
LEDs in the ditch, that's a hater's pay back
Hundred thousand in the truck
That's a rented Maybach
When you see me in the
Streets just holler "Dirtbagz"
Where my dirtbagz at?
(Way up from the dirty south)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(From the east to the west and way around)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(If you don't give a fuck
Put your hands up now) where my dirtbagz at?
(We gonna turn up 'til the switchboard
(Way up from the dirty south)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(From the east to the west and way around)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(If you don't give a fuck
Put your hands up now) where my dirtbagz at?
(We gonna turn up 'til the switchboard
Welcome ladies and gentleman to the best
Show under the big top
We want y'all to sit back and enjoy
And if y'all get offended
We don't give a shit
Where the hell my dirtbagz at?
Put your hands up, God damn I ain't Shaq
See I got a smart ass mouth when I rap
'Cause them other boys ain't up
Top where I'm at
Chevy auto got a filly and the
Willie and the high res
Not a chicken put the liquor
In the shot glass
Kinda funny how I stick up when they get mad
This Dirt Rock and we dirtbagz
Put your hands up bitch I
Done failed to mention
Got a couple dirtbagz and I
Failed to list 'em got a charge at large and
It failed the system
Caught a case in the place
Now they call dementia
If y'all want it come and get it
Y'all gon' get that Sonny Liston
Here to stay down for my one percenters
Merrill-Lynch and it's our business (Ha ha)
Clay asked me if I could spit eight bars
I said sure but I rap about scars
And I got more nation it's
Gonna take a lot more
Leave 'em layin' in their piss
On the vomit floor
Drugs hurt more kids than the common core
Keep 'em in line I'ma commodore
When them dirtbagz pile through
Your lobby door
You ain't never seen shit like this before
(Like this before)
This year I'm rich, last year I was piss poor
Just get up and go get it and I kick doors
Now get your ass out my
Way or I'll kick yours
Champions baby, Crimson Tide
This the brand new shit the old shit died
Got a whole bunch of dirtbagz down to ride
Born and bred in the south
And we live or die, 'Bama
See The Lacs Live get tickets as low as $44
We some low down dirty boys
From the bottom makin' noise
Rollin' through your city
Bumpin' past Detroit
Brown bourbon just bought a bottle
Just to fill the void
But I been through state line to
State line to make mine
Tell them fake swine
The hate's fine to break mine
It take more than talkin' shit
Through the grape vine
You gon' need a bigger shotgun
To try to take mine
I tell you one thing that I'm not like
It's yellow belly rappers in the spotlight
Makin' you average hoes fold, stop light
Lookin' at these dudes like what you lose
Cockeyed
So roll the blunt and blaze the marijuana
From Georgia to Nevada
We spittin' just like a llama
No need for the melodrama
You can pull it on your mama
Dirt Rock motherfucker we the
New Americana I'ma dirtbag
Where my dirtbagz at?
(Way up from the dirty south)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(From the east to the west and way around)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(If you don't give a fuck
Put your hands up now) where my dirtbagz at?
(We gonna turn up 'til the switchboard
All them YouTube views
You think you advancin'
(Hah look at this bitch)
He's on stage dancin'
Guess it tickles the fancy
You just ain't shit to me pansy
So keep tiptoein' 'round the fire
'Til you burned all your britches
Up and then y'all doomed
'Cause you don't really want war
You just wanna talk tough, kim Jung Un
You can get rowdy bro and be the crowds hero
But when I touch the mic you on ground zero
You can suck a dick
Bet you saw that comin' right
'Cause you thought a glory hole
Was a peep hole i'm probably turnin' you on
I gotta be careful
All the shit that you blown
Not just opportunities I mean the few MC's
That you had to suck to get
The fuckers on your song (yeah)
I ain't playin' with a motherfucker
Think it's a game
I'm Wild Bill Hickok with a shotgun
30 aught trigger nine like a pop gun
It's complex but you 'bout to catch a hot one
Dirtbag, dirtbag, what is up dude?
If you ain't there from then it's fuck you
Six feet deep in the dirt right above you
If you ain't ridin' dick when they
Talk they don't love you
Six shooter tucked down by the abdomen
Tell tha thing get the click like an African
Better get 'em to the point like a javelin
Tryna keep a seat warm in my abstinence
'Cause I'm bad, bitch a dirtbag
Used to ride coach now I'm in first class
'Til you see the top and you wanna turn back
Bitch pallbearers and they ain't
Really earned that
People call me hater, I know (I know)
I could do what you do, blindfold (Blindfold)
Playin' like a side kick, Tonto (Tonto)
'Til I get to kickin' like a bronco (Bronco)
Thinkin' it's an end, like Sopranos
(Sopranos)
But I'm about leave you on a high note
(High note)
I do the same thing with my eyes closed
(Eyes closed)
Y'all wanna see a beast you will not know
It's the, yeah I'm city and I'm country
Real recognize real and all them
Pretty women love me
Back to Georgia bought me a four-wheeler
I got a load of money but
He's not a drug dealer (Woo woo)
I just touched right down
At the airport flyin' in and out of town
Spend a lot of hours to establish my sound
And I ain't copy cat shit so
Where the hell is my crown
I be countin' up stacks in
The Provost with the LACs
You ain't got a body cap
And a hundred snap backs
Sayin' studio trap me knick nack patty wack
Put a on my vocal
Mix it and run this shit back
Gotta wrestle with the strap
Beat the case it ain't rap
LEDs in the ditch, that's a hater's pay back
Hundred thousand in the truck
That's a rented Maybach
When you see me in the
Streets just holler "Dirtbagz"
Where my dirtbagz at?
(Way up from the dirty south)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(From the east to the west and way around)
Where my dirtbagz at?
(If you don't give a fuck
Put your hands up now) where my dirtbagz at?
(We gonna turn up 'til the switchboard