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pro dillinger & wino willy - dirty work (intro) lyrics

[intro: dr. robin mathis]
do you dread the question, “what do you do?”
“what’s your major?”
“what are you gonna be when you get done with this?”
we get it all the time
it’s one of the first questions people ask us when we meet them
they ask us and our children’s extra curricular events
they ask us in social settings
the stranger next to us in the airplane wants to know
what do you do?
if you get a little uneasy, and you feel like you gotta have to defend yourself
if you feel like you gonna have to explain, again
what do you do?
why you do it
or why you have chosen that major
you might do or getting ready to do dirty work

[bridge]
uh, one nine sh+t, n+gga

[verse 1]
good slides, i’m a big steppa
you small walkers take a small offer or get crashed like you paul walker
gun heavy, burn your t+shirt, knock the drawers off ya
let them k!llers loose
throw a bone, get them dogs off ya (get them off)
no leashes, no collars, we some rottweilers
top dog
step inside your c+n+l when the spot liver
been a boss
if i touch a mic i need top dollar
all the hoes flockin’, ain’t no time for the cop blockers (ain’t no time for that)
i be with the muslim brother gettin’ akh dollars
batman
you don’t wanna ride with the top shottas (bloaw!)
my hood is on fire, n+gga, hot liver
young n+ggas holdin’ dirty guns, smokin’ hot grabba (hot)
my life garbage, i’m okay with it (i’m okay with it)
n+gga, tell me you from the town without sayin’ it
the drugs bad, little n+ggas buggin’, so i stay with it
my life is on the line everday, so i don’t play with it (pro!)
[chorus]
drinkin’ out the bottle, got a another shot
my scale broke, i got another clock
some b+tches leavin’, the others flock
count another dollar, cut another rock
drinkin’ out the bottle, got a another shot (one nine sh+t, n+gga)
my scale broke, i got another clock (uh)
some b+tches leavin’, the others flock (yeah)
count another dollar, cut another rock

[verse 2]
movin’ through the town, i’m tryna keep it low (tryna keep it low)
keep the pole, but n+ggas i heard tellin’ singin’ figaro
put in work, and from the town like a jíbaro
bangin’ hammers, floatin’ througn the hood, i need three of those
n+ggas know, yeah the streets hot, but my n+ggas cold
cash count, look inside my toilet, i been sh+ttin’ gold
heard it all, little n+ggas talkin’, rappers gettin’ bold
i’m here now, all the rumors dead, that sh+t is gettin’ old
n+ggas ain’t stop no paper or hurt my family (nah!)
wanna see me fall off now, but that’s a fantasy (uh)
lappin’ y’all, i been way ahead, it ain’t no passin’ me
i ain’t really want it like this, but it had to be
greek tragedy, i see these n+ggas weak strategies
they politickin’, ain’t with the game, so n+ggas mad at me
i can feel the energy
back full of batteries
food for the neighbourhood, my back full of calories (pro)
[chorus]
drinkin’ out the bottle, got a another shot
my scale broke, i got another clock
some b+tches leavin’, the others flock
count another dollar, cut another rock
drinkin’ out the bottle, got a another shot
my scale broke, i got another clock
some b+tches leavin’, the others flock
count another dollar, cut another rock

[instrumental outro]

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