Bun B - Dickies lyrics

[Intro: Young Jeezy] 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? [Hook: Pimp C] Got my dickies on ho [Verse 1: Pimp C] Uhhhhh, Uhhhhh I'm Pimp C b**h, 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 n***a, I been wearing khakis since before that sh** was cool f**ing with Jon Johnson wearing dickies to the school With them hard heads packed a condomn, gangsta night Way before I had a record, I was rocking the mic Got a pocket full of stones n***a Call me Sweet Jones n***a You girl love me, she can't leave my dick alone n***a Cause she a carnivore Take the leash off the b**h cause she a real live who*e [Hook: Pimp C] [Verse 2: Bun B] 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, n***a 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 I.D'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 pa** 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 [Hook: Pimp C] [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] Got my dickies on ho, got my tickets on b**h Young fresh n***a, hundred thousand dollar outfit Got a new one everyday, hundred dollars ain't sh** 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 n***as 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 b**h I ain't in jail cause I'm a muhh'f**ing 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 n***a embarra**ed Hate where you, no way you always sitting Ferris (wheel) Look into the mirror, changes scare me M.O.B that's how the rich got rich 22-20 make a real n***a snitch [Hook: Pimp C] [Outro: Young Jeez] Got my dickies on!