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Dickies - *** C
Yeah already
Two underground kings one underground legend
I've been in my Dickies my black flags since day one
Yeah Pimp where you at
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
I'm Pimp C b***h got my Dickies on ho
Keep a chrome 44 and a bumper full of snow
Got red Dickies white Dickies orange Dickies too
And I even got the blue for when I represent for Screw
N***a I been wearing khakis since before that s**t was cool
F**king with Jon Johnson wearing Dickies to the school
With them hard heads packed a condom gangsta night
Way before I had a record I was rocking the mic
Got a pocket full of stones n***a
Call me Sweet Jones n***a
You girl love me she can't leave my dick alone n***a
N**ga
'Cause she a carnivore
Take the leash off the b***h
'Cause she a real live w***e
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies
Got my Dickies
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies
Got my Dickies
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Say man I'm fresh off the west side
Of 9th street soldier
I be up on my grind early morning no Folgers
No Starbucks n***a no latte
Need it for me I hit up the streets
And get it grande
Hit the swap meet I head up to the flea market
Swang the candy slab through and let
'Em watch a G park it
I'm buying Jordans or them thousand dollar ID's
And a fresh pair of Dickies that's how I be
That's who I be
I'm khaki'd up I'm khaki'd up
I'm creased tight I'm creased tight
With no cuffs
With no cuffs yeah that's right yeah that's right
Strapped in the back
Strapped in the back
Not in the front not in the front
Tec on the side
Tec on the side 'bout to smoke a blunt
'Bout to smoke a blunt
So pass the strawberry Philly bro
Or the Swisher Sweet cigarillo really though
Really through
And fill it up with the sticky
Make sure the ashes don't fall on my Dickies
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies
Got my Dickies
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies
Got my Dickies
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my tickets on b***h
Young fresh n***a hundred thousand dollar outfit
Got a new one everyday hundred dollars ain't s**t
Made a hundred for the fit left a hundred dollar tip
One time I lost a crip tax in Missisip
I'll tell you 'bout it later bet you n***as gon' trip
Ask me how I did it I tell them clientele
Now everybody hating on me that
Why the hell he ain't in jail
B***h I ain't in jail 'cause I'm a muhh'f**king G
G G
Making dirty money so I put it in the clean
Lights going on baby way too many carats
Watch keep blushing got a young n***a embarrassed
Hate where you no way you always sitting Ferris wheel
Look into the mirror changes scare me
MOB that's how the rich got rich
22-20 make a real n***a snitch
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies
Got my Dickies
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies
Got my Dickies
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on ho
Got my Dickies on