[Intro: Petey Pablo]
Everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody
We call it the dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty
Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty
Double R
Everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody
Everybody, everybody
We 'bout to get dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty dirrty
Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty
Double R
[Verse 1: Drag-On]
Nigga let's get dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty
I'ma let my pump go early, from Thrusday to Thursday
Eight o'clock in the morning
That's why we go out on a cop on my corner, yessuh
Gimme that Lex', I'm gonna exit
So I can pull up outta here, we gone
Slow the shit down now so I can catch it
I'm gon' catch it, catch it, catch it
Play it to the band cause Petey Pablo threw me a bone
So I could fetch it, fetch it
Me and Petey Pablo make you follow
Put the gun in his mouth, make him swallow
Do a nigga like, Diallo
I know I'm warm but now it's time to get warm, woop
Now it's time to turn up, hurry up
Y'all niggas best to be gone, woop
Left his head to be long, woop
From the first day I was born
Pop guns like popcorn, s-s-stutter like
Y'all motherfuckers ain't stabbin shit like a butter knife
That shit just don't cut right
On my block all we hear is woop-woop
Niggas it's time to run
Grab your guns cause beef with me and Petey P. hide your sons
Double-R motherfucker
Let me slow this shit down before y'all make us spit rounds
Murder your block then skip town, nigga
[Chorus: Petey Pablo]
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs (yeah)
Code of the thugs (yeah)
Repped it in the streets (yeah)
Loved in the slums (yeah)
Who am I? (a Ruff Rider)
Who am I? (Mr. North Carolina)
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs (yeah)
Code of the thugs (yeah)
Repped it in the streets (yeah)
Loved in the slums (yeah)
Who am I? (a Ruff Rider)
Who am I? (Mr. North Carolina)
[Verse 2: Petey Pablo]
So tired, these so-called drug thugs bust they gun niggas
Mean mugged, supposed to be the toughest in the club niggas
Watch out, motherfucker say somethin I'll, I'll fuck you up
Tie ya ass to the back of a pick-up truck and just leave, uh
You a waste of good slug
And I told the motherfucker I'd get him, so what?
It ain't like you hot
It ain't like we got work, meet me at yo' block
It ain't like we won't come through
And take any motherfuckin thing you do got
We done had you a strong shower, one-five-one, no raw
I'm whoopin them drawers off, takin charge, play the bar
You dealin with the right one, if you want it, you sho' can get some
I ain't come to play, Double-R told me to come up to New York and I came
Drag-On told me to write tonight and God dammit we doin our thang
We 'bout to get dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty
Whether you like it or not
Me and Drag got this thang on lock and we about to change the game
I'ma bring the rain, I'ma bring the pain
I'ma bring the wood and the grain
Get back with ya motherfuckin five-dollar ass, huh, 'fore I make change
[Chorus: Petey Pablo]
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs (yeah)
Code of the thugs (yeah)
Repped it in the streets (yeah)
Loved in the slums (yeah)
Who am I? (a Ruff Rider)
Who am I? (Mr. North Carolina)
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs (yeah)
Code of the thugs (yeah)
Repped it in the streets (yeah)
Loved in the slums (yeah)
Who am I? (a Ruff Rider)
Who am I? (Mr. North Carolina)
[Verse 3: Petey Pablo & Drag-On]
Drag, I can't lean, lean
This motherfuckin track too hot, this shit keep callin me
Still can't believe it, these motherfuckers waited so long
Shit, me neither
Should've been like I slid right
But I bet you motherfuckers were scared
Cause this shit start shootouts and club fights
The shit might jump off tonight
I done seen the nigga and this bitch that I don't like (he gon' get it)
Ju-ju-just just-just-just as soon as I fit him (he gon' get it)
Simple-minded motherfucker shouldn't have been there
They role is to kill him, Drag what's wrong with them?
They must be crazy and deranged
Do I speak my ghetto slang, got a big chain
They say that was bad but I'ma show you what this heavy metal bring
That's how I settle things like
What y'all want, what y'all want?
You motherfuckers don't want none
Roll that blunt, smoke that blunt
You niggas stay in the pub
We gettin high, gettin by, me and Petey Pab'
Connectin like, shit to a fly, clip to a gun, y'all clip better run
Pick anyone got plenty of it, y'all niggas really don't want it
That's a hit boy, y'all fittin to love it
Feel this clip up in yo' stomach, uh
[Chorus: Petey Pablo]
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs (yeah)
Code of the thugs (yeah)
Repped it in the streets (yeah)
Loved in the slums (yeah)
Who am I? (a Ruff Rider)
Who am I? (Mr. North Carolina)
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs (yeah)
Code of the thugs (yeah)
Repped it in the streets (yeah)
Loved in the slums (yeah)
Who am I? (a Ruff Rider)
Who am I? (Mr. North Carolina)
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs (yeah)
Code of the thugs (yeah)
Repped it in the streets (yeah)
Loved in the slums (yeah)
Who am I? (a Ruff Rider)
Who am I? (Mr. North Carolina)
This gon' be the anthem for the clubs (yeah)
Code of the thugs (yeah)
Repped it in the streets (yeah)
Loved in the slums (yeah)
Who am I? (a Ruff Rider)
Who am I? (Mr. North Carolina)
