Dirt McGirt ft Pharell Pop Shit Lyrics

1-2, 1-2, 1-2 (guess who's raw?)
Yeah m________er, you know who it is
Ol' Dirty b______ a.k.a. Dirt McGirt
Killin' anything that moves [x2]
You know what time it is
Neptunes m________er.. The Neptunes
Yo 1-2, 1-2 (yeah this s___ don't stop!)

[Ol' Dirty b______]
Plug it up, cocaine make ya speakers blow
Party amps gettin' sniffed up now wit it too
When there's somethin' in my camp, a wireless amp
High as a ramp, speak to Wu like stamp
The wet got me damp, p____ darker than lamp
Moses you don't wanna 'ttempt, I see all fans
I'm too drunk too, now you like "Move!"
c__ed out in Peru, in hair/here like shampoo
Small like snubs, camera to you scrubs
Kinda like stubs, confidential at the club
Sniff buds like Rule, I fast Ghost like Wu
Get CREAM like tube, burn ya fast food
Appeared in rude, we'll take ya panties off nude
Yes and renewed, big guns and clued
b____ I'm loose like Lugz, Dirty to the litter bug
Girls you like hugs? I don't like thugs

[Chorus: Pharrell (ODB)]
Pop s___, b____ what's wrong?
Pop s___, n____ what's wrong?
(Take my drink it's about to get..) OOH!
(Take my drink it's about to get..) OOH!
(Me and my n____z about to get...) SUED!
(Me and my n____z about to stop..) YOU!

[Ol' Dirty b______]
Aiyo all this s___ is from the ghetto
Smoke Palmetto, sing like Peno
Carry the Heathrows, scared of police though
They tried to kill O. in prison yo!
Had me turned out, drunk is all about
I got this money pourin' out the stout
I'm a loud mouth, drunk party is out
Play this music on every route
Follow Dirty, I'm the WhiteOut
Catch b____es like trout, get drunk, won't stop
I'm gettin' this money, called gettin' honey
Streets of Brooklyn and ain't a d___ thing funny
Have a day sunny, b____es put me in ya tummy
I'm the n____ on the cross burnin' about 20
Go me a bunny lookin' good and funny
All you n____z, is straight crash dummies

[Chorus]

[Ol' Dirty b______]
I was checkin' out my melody before The Blueprint
Felony, a nuisance, huggin' me and my two cents
Don't double the six takes, never did a mixtape
But rather a chick take but waste any weather we get cake
I let rats have it, f___ these rap f__gots!
Everybody want the kid dead like Pat Garrett
I'm a goon, speak with a mellow tone
Rock yellow stones, gun longer than a broom!
Cuz felon on the ride is long due and soon
Out again like boom, government comin' soon
Anything less is uncivilized like it tastes mad
I'm a shoot a youth's Sajak, cooler than a mayback
Arubu known to collect, twistin' up that haze black
And Backwood on that, hoodrat, I stay strapped
P.P., don't carry that weight
n____ redhead, f___ with chicks if their head straight

[Chorus]

[Outro: ODB]
Yeah you know what time it is
It's that new s___
Dirt McGirt, Neptunes