Dirt Work - Slimm Calhoun, Big Boi

I’m about two an' a quarter from rockin' the bird

An' about a G short from choppin' the third

Now I’m sittin' at the light with ten pounds of herb

Uh oh, there they go, the Red Dogs swerve

Jumped out, ‽Man, damn, they got nerveâ€

Got the hell on, dropped everythin' includin' my word

Now it’s off through the woods we go, here we go

Tossin' the greens an' blow, oh no

Dippin' through the trails, runnin' from twelve

Everybody gotta lay low

Escape routes major, elite street rollers

Shit, we doper than cola, straight from Ayatollah

A Town heat strokers, flamin' like the Devil’s poker

Two of the best wit it, hot shit, we’ll roast it

If it’s beef, I’ll choke ya an' leave you for the vultures

Or we can keep it cool, playboy an' I’ll toast ya

Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way

Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way

Well it’s the rippinest, wickedest MC

Bustin' hard up out the ginseng

Tell more dope stories than a damn dope house dope fiend

Fuck the police, you know me

These hoes blow me slowly, seems like they owe me

Show me the dope, don’t worry about the cash

Or your girlfriend’s gonna be lonely, homey

These rich an' these vegetables spinnin' bony

Don’t make me open my book bag an' you underscalin' on me

You understand me, Tony

You look like you wanna go on a boat

But you know I’ll leave you bloatin' or floatin'

Like sailboats an' LTD’s, private, please

I’m the nigga that earned his street stripes

An' they’ve seen me in the Source Magazine

So you can’t even pass me three mikes

You get three strikes an' about a half of clip of bullets

So run it an' we can go on an' get our little prices up

An' act like we was on that Teen Summit

Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way

Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way

I’m about a four an' a half into workin' these slabs

An' about a hundred away from back in the lab

Now I done bust the next batch down an' my face lookin' drab

Uh oh, yep, this nigga done served me some bab

Me sad?

Naw, mad

Quick to bust your ass

Playin' around wit a hustler’s cash?

They’ll find ya stankin' in the trash

An' escape wit your 'Billy Jean' an' 'Thriller' 'cause I’m 'Bad'

Who dat, them niggas wit the juice pack, you thought you had?

Naw, Dad, I’m glad my niggas keep a few thangs, wit a few mags

Down to toe tag, drop bags, switch tags an' haul ass

Smash till we out of gas, blast only if we gotta blast

Turn sunny days into an overcast

Abusive to the under class, when my tongue lash

An' I mash out wit OutKast

Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way

Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way

Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way

Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way

Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way

Dirt work, nigga, we don’t play

I got a couple on the tool an' a few on the way