Lazy Rida Beats - From The Dirt lyrics

(Hook: Snak) Crawlin' out the forest with these stains on my shirt I been out here in the bushes, in the rain, doing work Even thinkin' bout the city makes my brain f**in' hurt I don't rep no f**in' city cause I came from the dirt (X2) (Verse 1: Snak) Yo we wear gum boots when we run through Weed smoke coming out the sun roof Used to f** a b**h with one tooth When you see me coming what you gon do? Don't get mixed up with this sick f** Get my dick s**ed by a pig s*ut That I picked up at a pit stop While I was riding round in a big truck In them backwoods just a redneck Lookin' like I ain't had my meds yet At the weed spot cause I need pot Better see doc to get my head checked Just trying to give you a glimpse of the place that I live Cause I rep it to d**h Imagine me talking and all that you smell Is the odor of whiskey that's left on my breath Blow with the squad, yo we thicker than blood Out in the pit we be kicking up mud Guess you could say that we picky as f** Twistin' up only the stickiest buds Dirt and crud Under my nails Covered in blood under thunder and hail Expression is blank like i'm under a spell To me this is heaven, you somewhere in hell Got a cousin named Cletus, lookin like Beavis Under the bridge like Anthony Kiedis His jacket is flannel, his pants are Adidas Lives in a shed, got a dog, where the feed is Out on the Fraser, we fishin' for sturgeon Cuttin' a beat like the kid was a surgeon Drunk in the street while i'm sippin' some bourbon Poppin the beat like this b**h was a virgin! (Hook: Snak) Crawlin' out the forest with these stains on my shirt I been out here in the bushes, in the rain, doing work Even thinkin' bout the city makes my brain f**in' hurt I don't rep no f**in' city cause I came from the dirt (X2) (Verse 2: Snak) My backyard filled with bears and eagles In the face i'm staring evil Junkies out here sharing needles The life we livin' is barely legal All these fiends tryna hit the rock Ain't got no money when they hit the block So they hop the barbed wire, pick the lock Just to jack your sh** man, I sh** you not Make you piss your pants and leave your bed wet Can't believe that I ain't dead yet On my thug sh** when the d** kick Still subject to get my head checked Got a forty-four mag over here Hand me that sh** and ill bag your dear Witness me ending a f*gs career Then hop on my bike with a keg of beer Off-road, sh** b**h all terrain Got a perfect ten, you got a ball and chain Y'all spittin' that trash that's all the same I gotta work with that sh**, I call it lame Down by the river, gotta just giver On top of my game but i'm not off the liquor A joint to the head and a plot to deliver They tryin' but nobody stoppin' The Ripper Out in the boonies, you know that we run that Keepin' an Uzi up on the gun rack I never lose so no need for a comeback Covered in booze and i'm hung like a thumb tack Built a foundation in solid stone Forty deep or all alone This dirt right here is all I've known I love this dirt, I call it home (Hook: Snak) Crawlin' out the forest with these stains on my shirt I been out here in the bushes, in the rain, doing work Even thinkin' bout the city makes my brain f**in' hurt I don't rep no f**in' city cause I came from the dirt (X2)