R. Kelly and Chamillionaire - Get Dirty

And This for my niggaz, bitches, playas, pimps
When they keep it in the street, we keep it in the streets
And This for my niggaz, bitches, playas, pimps
When they keep it in the street, we keep it in the streets

[Chorus]
Hey hey (Hey, hey), I'm hollyhood (Hollyhood)
I'm on patrone in the club feelin' good (Feelin' good y'all)
Hey, hey (Hey, hey), I'm so high (So high)
And the DJ got the club so loud (So loud)
Hands Up (Hands Up)
Now let 'em bounce (Let 'em bounce)
Two steppin' lil' mama work it out (Work it out)
Go down (Go down)
Now get dirty (Get dirty)
Go down (Go down)
Now get dirty (Get dirty)

[R. Kelly]
Roll up on dem wheels again
Hop up out the whip again
Fuckin' wit them chicks again
In the club Kellz on the scene again
Order me some rounds again
Man I'm 'bout to clown again
I'm about to see them strippers go down the poles again
Niggas in the club gettin' out of control again
Man they 'bout to come shut this whole bitch down again
Take it to my crib (That's whats up)
The after party (That's whats up)
Straight to the mornin' (That's whats up)
Now get the fuck out (That's whats up)
Stuntin' I don't give a fuck
Take my chain hold it up
Bounce it like a real playa
Pimp all in my cup
Man I'm in the club looking and for a main chick
Someone like a brain chick
Someone I can stand chick

[Chorus]

[Chamillionaire]
Yea, ladies tell me I'm too cute
And thats translates that I'm too rich
They wanna spend the night at the crib
So they hit the club with two bigs
We always be in VIP
And each playa got two chicks
They look at up like we live here
They look at you like who's this
We ain't trippin' up out the media
Send one of our platinum plaques
Matter fact
You can send
Picture of our middle fingers attached to that
All eyes (All eyes) on me (On me, all eyes on me)
'Cause I'm the playa all the hatas wanna be (Wanna be)
Chamillitary, yeah

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]
Purple phantom, dip low
Blowin' out that purple smoke
Open up that closet door
Fresh shoes, fresh clothes
Private jets
Takin' trips
Ballin' man
Spinning chips
Give that girl a gold medal
The way she out there turning flips
Bend it over (That's whats up)
Now shake it nasty (That's whats up)
Girl heres my number (That's whats up)
Gimme that (That's whats up)
Man you know we pimpin'
Man you know we sippin'
Man you know we got them chicks in the pool skinny dippin'
Kellz

[Chorus]

Written by:
HAKEEM T. SERIKI, MARC JOSEPH, ROBERT S. KELLY, SLAV VYNNYTSKY

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Missing Link Music

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