"Dirty Ass Rats" lyrics
Dre Dog Lyrics
(feat. Totally Insane)
[Intro:]
Nigga, what you doing?
I sit alone in a four cornered bathroom taking a boo boo
Which one of you niggas stole my drink? Give me that shit
I done did it again, I done fucked around with the Dre Dog up with these P.A. niggas. Lotta niggas ain't gonna like this shit. We gone do it like this. First up in booth, we got my nigga Ad Kapone
[Ad Kapone:]
Maxin' out by myself, I'm chillin' at the shack
Unexpectedly, I got a call from the Mack
He got another hookup on stangy hoe
A high yellow big booty from the East O
He said the mackin booty's thick with a little knowledge
That he's a doctor, drive a Benz, and she goes to college
She's only seventeen but the girl looks older
Hazel eyes with black hair down to her shoulders
Let me shower and pick me up in a minute
I ain't lookin' for a wife, I just wanna hit it
But if she's cool, we can kick it tough on the unda
She can't believe me, and like Stevie, I should her a wonder
I took her out, put her on my waterbed to float
I sank her boat and now she's on my luncheon load
A week later, I was back at it again
But now a yellow, I was with her little chocolate friend
A little chocolate with a curl thick named Stacy
She took her mom's plastic, took ass down to Macy's
She brought me everything I wanted, didn't even front
I still got her and she's hotter, but I'm on the hunt
I got another freak, she's mixed, I think black and French
I fucked her in the back of the car after I got her bent
I got another full of indo
Fucked her in the Dawson Bucket with the broke window
I can't be faded, ain't a hata, so I have to warn ya
I got more hoes than an oldschool street corner
They ain't work but they jerkin' on the Adman
You call the clown and the Jeff from the bad hand
I kiss no ass and I made ya mad, I got you hot
I got paid, it can't be faded by a long shot
[Interlude:]
Yeah, 1992. Totally insane, comin' direct from the backstreet. My man Mac-10 keep asking me these muthafuckin questions. Yo Mac, what's up, nigga?
[Mac-10:]
Who the fuck is that? Who is who? Who is you?
The M-A-C-1-O, now I got the drag on you dirty ass rat hoes
My nigga D-R-E slash D-O-G is doggin'
Got the pork for you punk hoes who think you're hoggin'
Cause in the Windy City they don't play that punk shit
And in the Epicity we'll be down to kill a bitch
Cause on the Bay we don't play take it home, ho
And on the West, we the best, check it in, bro
Never comin' out the pocket, especially for no freak
Takin' em to the hair and nail shop every damn week
Just like the C-L-I-cock, that ain't my forte
It's the I-N-S-A-N-E, you know we can't be faded
Niggas say they can't go out, they gotta shoot a bitch
I ain't gotta shoot a bitch, I choke her till her color switch
Beat that bitch till she unconscious
I drive her way out by the Bay and throw her over the dump part
Like a Mack AD Cap, yeah he got my back
My nigga T.C. and also my nigga Manny Black
And the Insanity is totally down with the new Jim Jones, my nigga D-O-G
[Interlude:]
Yo, check it out. A nigga named T.C. from H.P. hookin' up wit a nigga from Filmoe (That was sweet) named Dre Dog. We gone do it like this
[Dre Dog:]
I'm pluggin' niggas asses with dildos
When I roll, I wear Nike boots or honchos
T-shirt and black jeans, boo, that's real close
Where you dwell, muthafucka? (Fillmoe)
And I don't care about my gear, I wear old rags
I'm a dirty ass rat, smokin' dime bags
And I smoke cocaine, are you surprised?
I'm a nigga that drank holy water like it's St. Ides
A nigga that had his first joint at his date of birth
A nigga that had his first piece of pussy in a church
And I know niggas hate me and they wanna get with me
And I know when I die, there'll be a scandal like Kennedy
Shot in the face, now watch me choke, yeah
Hole in my ear, at least the indo smoke
So come and get with the 6"5 lurch
Who never went to school, never liked church
So nigga, get the zags, roll up tight
Get the caine from my brain, make shit fry
Niggas say they gone kill me but I won't die
AD, Mac, fuck the drama, let's get high
This Dre Dog, the fuckin' reverend of hate
Favorite dope weed, favorite food steak
And some niggas may hate what I'm about to say
But E.P.A. is now rollin' with Dre
And muthafuckas gettin' cooked like pot roast
I bust em open and release the damn Holy Ghost
And if they die then I piss on they damn grave
But since they livin', I'ma crack up they rib cage
And like a shake on they ass like a sick pitch
Then watch them erk 'n' jerk like a catfish
Cause side bustin' muthafuckas I can't stand
But I'm a reverend so I gotta say amen, muthafucka
Nigga, what you doing?
I sit alone in a four cornered bathroom taking a boo boo
Which one of you niggas stole my drink? Give me that shit
I done did it again, I done fucked around with the Dre Dog up with these P.A. niggas. Lotta niggas ain't gonna like this shit. We gone do it like this. First up in booth, we got my nigga Ad Kapone
[Ad Kapone:]
Maxin' out by myself, I'm chillin' at the shack
Unexpectedly, I got a call from the Mack
He got another hookup on stangy hoe
A high yellow big booty from the East O
He said the mackin booty's thick with a little knowledge
That he's a doctor, drive a Benz, and she goes to college
She's only seventeen but the girl looks older
Hazel eyes with black hair down to her shoulders
Let me shower and pick me up in a minute
I ain't lookin' for a wife, I just wanna hit it
But if she's cool, we can kick it tough on the unda
She can't believe me, and like Stevie, I should her a wonder
I took her out, put her on my waterbed to float
I sank her boat and now she's on my luncheon load
A week later, I was back at it again
But now a yellow, I was with her little chocolate friend
A little chocolate with a curl thick named Stacy
She took her mom's plastic, took ass down to Macy's
She brought me everything I wanted, didn't even front
I still got her and she's hotter, but I'm on the hunt
I got another freak, she's mixed, I think black and French
I fucked her in the back of the car after I got her bent
I got another full of indo
Fucked her in the Dawson Bucket with the broke window
I can't be faded, ain't a hata, so I have to warn ya
I got more hoes than an oldschool street corner
They ain't work but they jerkin' on the Adman
You call the clown and the Jeff from the bad hand
I kiss no ass and I made ya mad, I got you hot
I got paid, it can't be faded by a long shot
[Interlude:]
Yeah, 1992. Totally insane, comin' direct from the backstreet. My man Mac-10 keep asking me these muthafuckin questions. Yo Mac, what's up, nigga?
[Mac-10:]
Who the fuck is that? Who is who? Who is you?
The M-A-C-1-O, now I got the drag on you dirty ass rat hoes
My nigga D-R-E slash D-O-G is doggin'
Got the pork for you punk hoes who think you're hoggin'
Cause in the Windy City they don't play that punk shit
And in the Epicity we'll be down to kill a bitch
Cause on the Bay we don't play take it home, ho
And on the West, we the best, check it in, bro
Never comin' out the pocket, especially for no freak
Takin' em to the hair and nail shop every damn week
Just like the C-L-I-cock, that ain't my forte
It's the I-N-S-A-N-E, you know we can't be faded
Niggas say they can't go out, they gotta shoot a bitch
I ain't gotta shoot a bitch, I choke her till her color switch
Beat that bitch till she unconscious
I drive her way out by the Bay and throw her over the dump part
Like a Mack AD Cap, yeah he got my back
My nigga T.C. and also my nigga Manny Black
And the Insanity is totally down with the new Jim Jones, my nigga D-O-G
[Interlude:]
Yo, check it out. A nigga named T.C. from H.P. hookin' up wit a nigga from Filmoe (That was sweet) named Dre Dog. We gone do it like this
[Dre Dog:]
I'm pluggin' niggas asses with dildos
When I roll, I wear Nike boots or honchos
T-shirt and black jeans, boo, that's real close
Where you dwell, muthafucka? (Fillmoe)
And I don't care about my gear, I wear old rags
I'm a dirty ass rat, smokin' dime bags
And I smoke cocaine, are you surprised?
I'm a nigga that drank holy water like it's St. Ides
A nigga that had his first joint at his date of birth
A nigga that had his first piece of pussy in a church
And I know niggas hate me and they wanna get with me
And I know when I die, there'll be a scandal like Kennedy
Shot in the face, now watch me choke, yeah
Hole in my ear, at least the indo smoke
So come and get with the 6"5 lurch
Who never went to school, never liked church
So nigga, get the zags, roll up tight
Get the caine from my brain, make shit fry
Niggas say they gone kill me but I won't die
AD, Mac, fuck the drama, let's get high
This Dre Dog, the fuckin' reverend of hate
Favorite dope weed, favorite food steak
And some niggas may hate what I'm about to say
But E.P.A. is now rollin' with Dre
And muthafuckas gettin' cooked like pot roast
I bust em open and release the damn Holy Ghost
And if they die then I piss on they damn grave
But since they livin', I'ma crack up they rib cage
And like a shake on they ass like a sick pitch
Then watch them erk 'n' jerk like a catfish
Cause side bustin' muthafuckas I can't stand
But I'm a reverend so I gotta say amen, muthafucka
