Party Arty - Get Dirty lyrics

Verse 1: Party Arty Yo I'm the dream Something like Houston with Akeem My team, win or lose, crews with the cream Now playa-haters wanna take it to the extreme Y'all cats could eat a dick like Idi Amin See me I mean, I spit a whole round at ya derby Call me Shame, cause I'm Low, Down and I'm Dirty For the name Cause can't no man stop the props or call me herby Cause when my hand co*ks the Glock I get dirty GD, bond is where my word be See me, then they name James then you ain't Worthy To beat me We be, dwellin in the ghetto Don't f** with rock-n-roll still we hold heavy metal And bring it to you on every level My crew very thorough Pa** the heavy shovel, I'mma bury every devil I done f**ed in every telly, and every borough And give me head and give me bread Shally to Sheryll Word bond, I'm gettin dirty on Any song you heard me on With AG and the dirty don Huh? Chorus: AG & D-Flow What y'all n***as know about gettin dirty? It's ShowB.I., AG-I Party and Flow Bacardi and Mo We gettin dirty - repeat 5x Verse 2: AG It ain't a mystery why they likin us We make the tightest stuff You ain't as nice as us Cause you don't write enough Light it up, and represent for my block While I rock like Charles Duntan Spit and hit the dutchman Hypnotize ya chick with the 6-nothin-nothin Got my Spanish mommy rollin somethin Definitely holdin somethin Should have been on the flow goin down 5th Ave With a big a**, but no Gotta caught whiplash Back to this poem Tone, told me to drop on ya b**h-a** Don't get it f**ed up I whip a** The aim is to get cash To blame is the Giant and the sick a** We be bugged Mix the hydro with the cocoa-bud GD-slug to the head Cause y'all n***as don't show no love Hoes bug on my crib Half my team did bits All but me got kids but treat theirs like my own Imagine when I'm blown Feed 'em at my home Go big feast Like I'm runnin sh** in the Mid-East Huh? We get dirty We gettin dirty - 4x Verse 3: D-Flow While y'all cats pretendin y'are smart We're flossin in a clark? Toss ten in ya heart In the game swimmin with sharks We get dirty dog Y'all n***as couldn't swim in the swambs Now tell me how you a thug and never been in the Bronx? The style you frontin, well it's quite old And your so-called platinum watch is white gold n***as be tryin to snipe Flow Cause I be in the flyest affairs With trash y'all be dyin to wear Me and my chick blowin lye in the air You wack, vicious While us rap n***as attract b**hes Stack figures and let the feds snap pictures We black n***as, creepin all on your set Ball till I'm wet Watch how many cats, falls on my tec Lyrical threat, cause you sound on the chest step? And give me a reason you's my eye in a vest? If I ever go broke it's because I ain't invest Puff a pound of indo, be in the limo that's stretched Ya rap sheet expired Think ya sweet cause I'm quiet That real sh** I supply it Fake n***a, you get ya face wired 74 n***as straight riot Dirt done And if you heard I ain't spit, n***a you heard wrong Chorus till fade