Doin’ Dirt Bad E-40 (Ft. B-Legit)

(B-Legit)
Mobb shit biatch

(E-40)
Biatch!! Biatch!!

(B-Legit)
This shit ain't went no where. (Trademark)
You understand me?? (Uh!)
It's like, when a muthafucka do his dirt
It don't be no ordinary dirt, you understand me??
A nigga do dirt bad. Check it out

(E-40)
I took a, I took a, whole thang of ice cream
A kilogram of birdie a unit
Put the wammy on it, stepped on it, wit out ruinin it, or abusin it
Like a muthafucka would supposed to
When there's a shortage on sumpthin, (on sumpthin)
That way I could get em off like hot cakes
An you know there's plenty more where that comes from
You see I know this one storage place that this one particular ball-ah
Sneekin an keepin his job-ah
For you tardy unaware troopers
Now hoppin in the game truant ass niggas
Biatch!! biatch!! yadda means powder
Yola, yola, ice cream candy
Man that shit be comin in handy
But anyway
Dude hella bootsy an he was juss askin to get robbed
That's why me an my side went ahead
An pulled one of them 'ol inside jobs
On his 'ol, move the show room
Show me more Willie Fu-Fu put the red on his
Put two on the ten, all protected an tryin to impress a bitch
Don't you know I'm all off pullin licks
On busta brown ass zarks like you
Scopin an casin 2-11's an holdin patience