Letra de Low Down & Dirty de U.N.L.V.Letras de Canciones

Letra 'Low Down & Dirty'

[Verse One: Lil Ya]

Goin for it all I want to ball fall
So give me some chip s, I got s a
Motherfuckin nine on my hip,
I m pissed, ain t nothin shakin
Shit s slow like before once again
I m on the come up bro.
Called Yella out his house
Man, we got money to make
Scooped Tec off Infaret
Then we make shit shake, act a donkey
Dressed like junkies, gettin word on the bird s
Where they flyin , I m a kill you if you lyin
His cousin gave me the urge to want me take
What you got, give me yo Yae, give me yo ring s
And yo Boulevard watch, why you at take that
Link of yo neck, put it in my bag with the key s
To yo Jag, I got to get yo gun s out yo fuckin attic
Don t try to test my nut s and make me use the automatic
I rat a tat it, on yo ass daddy make ya duck
When you see a nigga pluck, Boo-Koo
Bullets, at yo motherfuckin dome,
Bitch, you should have knew you couldn t run from the chrome

[Chorus:]

It s best ya scram cuz I m a champion
I m dumpin on em
I m actin a motherfuckin donkey on em
I m gettin low down and dirty with the dirty thirty
Ya see I m in yo neighbored hood and my nose dirty
[x2]

[Verse Two: Tec-9]

We be dumpin on corner s like
Nigga what it be like,
Nigga be hangin all night to keep they grip tight
Everybody know I m a fool on the come up move
My baby boy need s new shoes
So what the fuck am I to do
Show a nigga how I act a ass on the trigger
Fully automatic M-11 nigga
So how you figure that I m the nigga to fuck with
Graduated from slangin Yae to this dope shit
Twenty dollars a bag is what I m givin
AK s, Two Twenty Three s, Momma still livin
Momma tellin me the rent s due
Big brother doin five called to tell me
It s all on u, I became a man before my time
It s on my mind, I m now hustlin
To pay bill s and still make mine
Now I m caught up in that game livin day for day
I got reason s to leave and reason s to stay
To see the finer thing s in life
Maybe get myself a wife, and settle down
But all these dope fiend s keep comin around
What ya got? could it be they all want to see the
Nigga with the fiyah out that 1-2-3!
Call me the capital, white natural
Bullet lyrical dropper, I run with nigga s
Who don t give a fuck and carry chopper s
I got to have it daddy, I m on the come up
Label me Black Connection 2-2-6! we blowin up
How ya dealin rock s, keep them snap s in yo pocket
Cuz I see the PO-PO s, y all know them hoes
Tryin to keep a nigga down
But I m a hound, I hate to do it to my own kind
But ain t love, if you takin mine
Lyin think and behind, say what s up to
My nine milli settin of somethin silly
Now tell me what ya wanna do cuz
I m dumpin on em! Bitch!

[Third Verse: Yella Boy]

I m loaded got my double shot now
It s time to rock shop
I m aimin for the dome I m gonna make
Everybody drop the ground
I m a buck em down with them double shot s
I be s after a bitch a nigga de knock s upon the front door
I m a play it smooth, then wipe the floor
The door cracked, I kicked it in and let both shoot s go
Three nigga s bangin up all them clown s hit the floor
I found the Ca§h in a glass trash bag stash
I count s the coke and out the back
I made a swift dash
Hopped in my hoptie headed Uptown
I ditched the body so it wouldn t let the shell s found
My criminal thought as I got closer to the bus station
No question s ask I call my dog
Let s take a fuckin vacation
I got to run and the money fuck the city blue s
Ya Bitch!

[Chorus: Till the end]