Skirt Out lyrics

[Intro]
Calling all cars, calling all cars
Be on the lookout for that n*gga Daz
He's known for 187's and known for 211's
And he's also knowns to uh.... skirt out

Huh, check it
Altogether now
Shhh
Altogether now
Yeah, altogether now

[Daz Dillinger]
I can't call it
Anything that have to do with money I want it
Ro-ro's, turkles, and diamond chains, I flaunt it
I'm a gangsta n*gga, n*gga you call it like you want it
Hop outta the drop-top for you
Look at me, I shine bright, blind your eyes
I mesmerize, Diggy Daz n*gga, back on the rise
Suprise, muthaf*cka! - guess who it was
To handle your biz in a undercover, swoop in the wind
Havin' money, f*ckin' b*tches on the freak with my n*gga!
(You know why? Cause I'm a gangsta n*gga!)
You see, I roll by my lonely (say what?, say what?)
If not n*gga, you'll see me with my homies - skirtin' out

[Chorus]
*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out
*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out
*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out
*SKIRT*, *SKIRT*

[Daz Dillinger]
I roll G with the 500 with a drop-top bumpin'
8-0-8 b-b-b-bumpin'
DVD widescreen to a T, n*gga I'm fresh and so clean
Pushin' a machine n*gga when I'm flashin' my beam
Banana whipped, went with the chrome Sprewell's, dipped
And I'm cruisin' like a mutha in the mothership
Like a Elco in a '89, low-low in a '99
2003'd out every time
Pull up in the parking lot, all on eyes on D
A-Z, the sh*t that I sell ain't for free
But it's gon' cost money, for the sh*t that I got
Diamond pieces, big golden rocks
Link for link, I sip my drink
Now think about it, the neck says you a double XL
n*gga read about it, n*gga and what do you got?
Dat n*gga D-A-Z n*gga, back on your block
[Chorus]
*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out
*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out
*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out
*SKIRT*, *SKIRT*

[Daz Dillinger]
I've seen b*tches and hoes, pigeons in '6-4's
20 inches on low-low's, that's how the sh*t goes
Blow out your brain, rememeber my name
Dat n*gga Daz, ain't no other n*gga know how it came
My system bumpin' loud, humpin' and shakin' the ground
That number one gangsta from the Dogg Pound
I'm so funky fresh, nevertheless I love this sh*t
You know how I ride, I'm cruisin' the fast lane
Never crash mane, Dat n*gga Daz mane
Wreck it and buy a new one so quick
I got the hoes up on my di*k
For my gangsta ass whip that I push -
Purple cush, the haters, they wanna stop and look
(Y'all know Dat n*gga Daz be off the hook)
Now when I clutch the fifth, you know I got to burn out
You know I do it every time n*gga, skirt out

[Chorus]
*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out
*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out
*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out
*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out