Bun B - Dirty lyrics

[Intro] We gon take it from the bottom (M-I-A-M-I to Houston!!) H-town, Pitbull, Bun B... My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I got you, I promise! All my chicos, I got you, I promise! Miami, I got you, I promise! I'mma take over this b**h, I promise! So get ready mothaf**az this is not a game!! [Verse 1: Pitbull] I'm from the dirty dirty Where a lot of these cats mix the weed with the coke and blow dirty We're off the chain meng Rap game, crack game Cut it, cook it, chop it, record it, Album shop it, its all the same thang Y'all look at these blue skies and think paradise I look at these blue skies and think what a disguise That's why its called the "Magic City", it's a treat to your eyes Cross the bridge and it'll f** with ya mind Word of advice don't follow the streets, follow the signs Cuz the last thing you wanna do is get lost Cause it might just cost ya life Y'all heard about the smash-&-grabs So watch where you put the map on the dash Cause they might end up clapping ya a** Why you think the traffic lights, they blink at late night They don't want you to stop cause the streets'll be filled wit red stripes Like Jamaican beer, we fry 'em like bacon here Yo life'll get taken here, I just thought I should make it clear, Yeah!! [Hook] (x2) Everything we do is dirty We pull up in the drop, it's dirty We pound that twat, dirty Miami, we're dirty Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty [Verse 2: Bun B] Straight up outta Texas, the reckless, PA to be exact Where the streets is cutthroat and fiends k** you for a G of crack 8 g's and cadillacs, chevys cut on the deltas Might swang up on ya then hurt ya, nobody here gon help ya 2000 heltah skelta, talking bout families and k**ers Vicious like silver-back guerillas see then peel ya n***as down here ain't tryna feel ya, see ya, hear ya, know ya Serve ya, for ya or for ya (Feel it) You p**y n***as been hatin on us for too long So we finna prove you wrong, teach you hoes a new song (thats whats up) Cuz the time is now (now), the place is here (here) I could smell you scared n***a, I could taste your fear Go make it clear and move the smoke outta yo eyes So that when everything go down, it won't be no kind of surprise And I got no time for yo lies (No time for lies!!), save 'em for peter Just remember my name, I'm facing my heater (b*tch!), let's get it dirty! [Hook] (x2) Everything we do is dirty We pull up in the drop, it's dirty We pound that twat, dirty Miami, we're dirty Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty [Verse 3: Pitbull] These boys from the bottom are obsessed with old school chevys We call 'em verts and donks, some we call box chevys Seven-duece, seven-trey, seven-four, seven-five M-I-A-M-I till I die, 3-0-5 Candy paint and leather They don't f** wit nothing but dubs or better Y'all call 'em street sweepers, we call 'em choppers Cuz when the bullets spit they spin like helicopters This city's filled with crooked coppers and crooked doctors So how could these streets not be filled with crooked b**hes And n***as c**aine cooking brick flipping b**hes trippin for figures This Cuban has seen it, heard about it and lived it That's why I spit it so vivid, you got it, I want it, you give it This is for everybody in county, TGK, Metro West and Stockade Doing time and if you got more than 365 And you're up the road rep MIA with pride, That's right! [Hook] (x2) Everything we do is dirty We pull up in the drop, it's dirty We pound that twat, dirty Miami, we're dirty Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em and blow 'em dirty Guns they hold 'em, if they clean dogg, we make 'em dirty