JT Stone - Get Dirty

Wow
Man
Lemme hear that other octave
One time
Aw damn
Yup
Get dirty
Go
Get dirty
Go
Uh, uh
JT

Get cracking like skulls
I'm in it for the long haul
Work hitting like a home run baseball
Y'all tripping like
JT that's all?
But I gotta tune that'll make a nigga lock-jaw
Make a nigga feign, that's the goal
Never thought I'd be the person doing rapping patrol
Blacker than coal
Maybe that's a lie, I'm a little light skinned
Hope your chick don't mind
When she knock I let her right in
Only ever write in notebooks
Dope cooks
Never take me seriously
I'm writing joke books
Don't look
Bitch you know I shine too bright
Won't book
If you test me Imma fight
That's real, that's tight
Do it for the crew
That grill, that's bite
My groove is for the sole few
Someone that'll bump it for the people who dying up in the hood
If you feel this, tell 'em what's good
Get dirty
Go

Get dirty
Go

Okay
Now that's a club popper
It wasn't me, Mr. Copper
But that girly's on the floor and ain't no way that Imma stop her
He say, okay, now, sonny
You telling me she's a honey
That's right Mr. Officer
She hopping like jumping bunnies
Wait a sec
Homie, you ride with po-po
What do you want from me, a fucking hell no
So much cash I just buy the PD
Niggas dodging them but they'll never arrest me
Got cops in my grip like I'm rolling with the mobsters
Wet mother fuckers snapping claws like lobsters
Ain't that bad
We tell it to em like word
Nigga ain't that sad?
We fucking soaring like bird
That's me plus team
That's us plus dream
Y'all know I mean
School y'all like Dean
Spitting intoxication breathalyzers-a detect
Competition is nothing when they suffer from defects
I been on my grind so long that I should reflect
I been on my grind so long I've earned some respect
Shit been on my mind so long, ain't got no effect
Player, if you don't belong I gotta reject
Now I'm on that Swift like TM 39
Y'all ain't studied up on Pokemon, I played it all the time
Can I get a Fly or a Dive
Fuck, never mind
Nigga y'all just blind
You fucking whine, so I came back hard
2K A.D. bard, man
Abbreviate a bit
Can't alleviate the fits
Calm down
I'm just fucking around you fucking nitwits

Get dirty
Go
Get dirty
Go

Hey girl
Saw you over there
Iced up rum in your hand
A bow in your hair
Yes I'm the guy that you've heard of
Wanna come home with me
She said sure enough
Take you to a cab, get backseat nasty
Let's get home quick 'cause this booze ain't lasting
We roll up fast see, I tip the cabby
She running up to my room for backstage castings
Talk about her and me and Kodak
Freaking real good
Got that honey saying no lack
Feeding her lines with no slack
She like it when I sing and rap a song of mine
So smooth with no flack
Cute little mistress, tattoos impress
Takes off full dress
She's got finesse
I must confess, this is progress
Is this success
Play like recess
I'm surprised I got a rhyme left
Losing my cranium
About to commit a rhyme theft
How else is JT gonna represent the new school
Fuck it
I'm the king and I got power over you, fool
Grinding in the freezer 'cause I'm just too cool
Bumping in your nightmares
That's a fucking Stone Ghoul
Drop a quarter in a wishing well, just praying a nigga would
If you hear this, tell 'em what's good
Get dirty
Go
Get dirty
Go

Yep

Written by:
Thomas Barker

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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