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andre the giant - muddslide lyrics

[27 second instrumental intro]

[a.g.]
check me out, get dirty
i spit flames and got games to seduce your momma
wanna catch feelings then use the llama, my sh-t’ll go through your armor
every word is deadly like the unabomber
and even at age 9 i was king like tutankhamen
it’s 90 bars of heat, i’m harsh on beats
got guns to make you squash the beef, knuckle up and guard your t–th
or pose and throw dose like leon spinks
the type to burn money money, then pee on minks
trick a g on drinks, three g’s on links
my medallion’s off the milk truck, and my gat still buck
shorty with the baddest att-tude see that’s the one that will f-ck
i’m legendary already, rock the pelle and “drop it heavy”

[d flow]
for my mob i go all out, the don stay flossed out
it’s a fact that we keep c-cked gats, foes get crossed out
we took the relish, fellas you lost out
you the type of n-gga that’s all mouth, type of n-gga i call out
drama i know my crew’ll shoot, you shoulda knew the scoop
n-ggas couldn’t f-ck around, with they d-ck in the hula hoop
give the god room, my verbals sharp like harpoons
plus the don hard to see like weed smoke in dark rooms

[interlude]
my n-gga a, where you at, this is “dirty version”
g.d. n-gga, bout to step up and rep, b-x baby
this is don year, you hear? word up

[hehdkrack]
we got the block liddocked, glock ciddocked
too smooth to get kniddocked, launder the dough through hip-hop
rocks chiddock, bottles packed to the tip-top
stay fly and high to pocket gridlock
diamond chip watch at 20 a chock and a shot of scotch
drizzy in the club, watchin a n-gga with the ox
professional haters, y’all cats can rest with the greatest
i rock the family to sleep, send ’em to bed with sammy davis

[party arty]
i spit those awkward flows, cruisin in a porsche slow
floss the dough like ross perot fo’ sho’ motherf-ckers
frontin like you want the ruckus, nuttin but a bunch of busters
g.d. we smoke tons of dutches
or garcia vegas, my squad be in vegas while y’all bein haters
catch me at the bar with the players
some n-ggas rock armani and gators, we get dirty
g.d. shirts, timbs, doo-rag under my derby

[interlude]
yo this is the dirt that rock the party
party arty and my n-ggas d-flow, word up
everytime we step up we represent and get dirty
word up, who you be n-gga?

[party arty]
p, touch n-ggas like m-st-rbation, with no procrastinatin
cause a n-gga like me mad impatient
facin double life cause i tried to blast the nation
worldwide -ss-ssination, ain’t muslim or mason
god against satan, no fakin, grab the mic with the glove like gary payton
and drop 30 with 10 -ssists then reminisce
party arty the wrong n-gga that you in against
gettin rich with benefits to hit yo’ b-tch with the d-ck

[a.g.]
sh-t is sick how n-ggas snitch and tone gone
can’t stress that, so finesse tracks is what i zone on
f-ck them in his name, see, stuck in the game
tryin to get out, that’s when i flip out, and put the hit out
i’m the dirt that rock the party ya hardly can guard me
i roll with, party and the sound of god body
d-flow’s down with the mob probably, not a problem
just watchin these other n-ggas get sloppy, bet they lock me for armed robbery
before i starve papi, come out on parole
go gold, tell my story on hard copy – tune in and check me out
drop hits consecutive, to get executive
flip the predicate, then spit some better sh-t
ditect the hidden messages, and the lesson is that god, know it all
take a g to a t-tty bar (and blow it all)

- andre the giant lyrics

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