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Correct I Got Dat Work Lyrics
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Turf Talk
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Correct I Got Dat Work
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[Repeat x2] My folks on the block man they got dat work Man they got dat work? (Don't it smell so sweet?) [Chorus: Repeat x2] (I got dat work!) Yola, cavi, cream Fuck the law, charge it to the triple beam (I got dat work!) Young riders run the block Bosses cook it up, chop it up and dish it out Yo, what it is, what it was, what it ain't (ain't) Pimp containers, let's put some paint where it ain't Block boys, tycoons, big ballers (big ballers) Young hustlers mayne, shot callers (shot callers) Get off into this real shit (real shit) There's a shortage on this real shit, I'm still here And my heard don't pump cool-Aid, my heart pump beer Malt liquor, 211 Steel Reserve Got'cha potnah hella perved, slidin' through the turf like What that is, family? What it look like? How much you tryin' to spend? What you hustlers need? I got it all day pimp, weed hop speed I ball like Spalding, I'm from the game I keep my mouthpiece loaded ready to iron {?} tame I'm so damn gone, I'm off the hanger, full of excitement Run a credit check on ya, front you some candy on consignment My designated riders got my back like a car seat Got twenty four inch tires on my GMC, EXT Or should I say, ESV, extended sports utility Black on black, SUV, fifteen inch screen TV [Chorus] Self-reliant, benefits off drug-related environments Crack pipes, needle fiends, appliances Alcohol intake, overdose of the big quake Overdose of that dopness make the bridge break V-Town, central walk Serve dope instrumental, me and my folks Lil' homey on the handlebars Mean mug hard like a thug on the yard Throw my weight around mark, don't call it the boul' I call it the bully-vard, THICK powder to snort Turf talk won't smoke gotta dip the new cars Materialistic, Jordans and gold watch (I got dat work!) You want it you gotta buy dope from us Swallow rocks through my belly that pass a rush Throw it up, pack it in, I got dope to push Tennis shoe pimpin back and forth to my {?} bush [Chorus] Oooh! My crimey's doin a dove on the yard (on the yard) Know all the latest developments on the boulevard (on the boulevard) Before he went down he gave out some credit stories Sent his enforcers and skullcrushers to go collect it But you know how this new generation is, man they ain't havin it Ain't no more rules, it's dirty pool Ain't no more dudes that can tell me I'm right or wrong As far as I'm concerned, motherfucker I'm grown! I got my Sidekick, I got my T-Mobile phone I'm talkin hella shit (hella shit) shit to my broad, she at home I'm like where you at? (Where you at?) She said I'm layin' on the flo' She said the El-roys there, they done kicked in my do' For those that don't know, kinda slow, need to be creased The Elroys, that's what we named the police I got my d-boys, hood famous {?} suit us The ghost clears, we right back at it again Man I keep my parchment paper bail money out of incarceration And my lawyer too case I need some legal, representation I'm a warrior like you be listenin' to, music you can relate to Like E-40 and them and the Sic Wid'It crew [Chorus] I got dat work! [Repeat x4] My folks on the block man they got dat work Man they got dat work? (Don't it smell so sweet?) I got dat work!
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