Z-Ro, Wood (Band) , Enjoli - The Dirty 3rd lyrics

Shirt off at the Kappa (trousers on)
Dirty Third, Dirty Third

24 7 and around the clock
I'ma keep my fingas around the Glock
When I bust I'll be damned if I miss
Ain't a goddamn body that's gonna
Get around the shot
I'm the 007 of the Ridgemont 4
With W double O D, E N J O L I
We come so fly
Don't get it twisted I swell up
Eyes and I swell up jaws
And I split eyebrows
And I really don't give a damn
When a nigga pull the trick
Up outta my sleeve
I'm introduce you to the pistol pad
But when I finger that hoe
And when she come it hurt
Whatever take yourself
Or the blood gon squirt
Give me my money for shots disburse
When I lit my shots, I clear the concerts
Jay-Jay and the Den-Den
We gon make a mill in the end then
Going overseas
In the Girbauds and fresh benefit's
Decked out to Europe in outfit's
Steady stacking chips slanging birds
With a pen and beat the shit out these verbs
Vocabulary spit nothing but words
Drop mo' songs, than a bird do turds
We runnin Excursions, no more 'Burbans
In the biggest SUV
Screwed Up Click is my family name
Abbreviated like SUC
Cause in the Dirty Third
Niggas put prices up on our heads
Cause our cars, be running and haunting
Bitches move weight, like Jenny Craig

Its the Dirty Third
Slanging birds stacking chips
Quick to pull a strap
Empty clips if you trip its the Dirty Third
Slanging birds stacking chips
We killas with pistol grip
Steady letting our rugas rip

We ain't burning the home grown
The Dirty Third where I roam
Slanging birds flipping zones
Sipping syrup out our styrofoams
Quick to pull a strap empty clips
If you trip we killas with pistol grip
Steady letting our rugas rip
At the peak of my game against the grain
& I'm leaving a stain
Piece and chain it's bezeltaine
Bracelets watch and pinky rings
Twenty inches a roll
Players throwed to pull hoes
Serve drank by the four
Blowing bud in studios
Its paying me fetty and cheese
Triple beams and dolja green
Chop on blades and swang on threes
SUV's and Humvees
The W double O-D, Z-Ro and Enjoli
He said it once befo'
Look at what you done to me
Thought it was over but it ain't
I separate the real and the fake
You sugar coated bustas
You put the filling in the cake
I'm still balling while moving J-A T's
SKA no AMG's
In the Dirty Third we shipping ki's and
Platinum cd's nigga

Middle finger to you hoes, and all my foes
I done squashed the plex so what's next
I rose from the bottom to the top
Third Coast won't stop southsil for lil
When trunks knocking tops drop
And the G's body rock, I ride to these
Looking good gripping wood
With a ounce of the tweed
Having fun in the sun
Making money by the tons
Stacking papas pulling capas
Staying sharp for the evil ones
So lay it down 'fore the sparks fly
SUC full of moves, niggas we on the rise
Hopping outta wide bodies, and it don't stop
Enjoli be the queen, and you bout's to ride
(say what)
It be so lovely it be so nice, being twice
Stay blinding you hoes
Six figgas and reunite
Moving state to state
Pushing albums like weight
Better regulate, and still screeeeaming