Heheheheh, we at it again, 6Fingers, drums, heh, uh huh, I like dat, horns please
Verse 1 (Smigg Dirtee):
I be the one they call Dirtee Boy Smigg
Came in the game with them Northern Cali kids
Jumped out the whip with my l-arge saggin’
Ten deep hoodie on limited classic
Six touch the kicks and sinks into the sound
From Sac to the V, Frisco to The Town
Hat to the left leaned back as I ride
All over California like the I-5
No ice on, I’m already ice cold
So your girl wanna touch on me like the iPhone
Get in my zone when I turn the mic on
To the death I’m still fresh in last night’s clothes
Scrape things and cuts, hit blocks and bend corners
Flow’s so dope I could sell it by the quarters
Made it in the game right before they started hyphy
Competition right under my SB Nikes
They say I got styles for miles and sh*t
Dirtee Boy gang afros and braids
Sendin’ funky rhythms right down your spot
My city is Sac and G beats the block but I’m fresh like that
Hook:
I’m fresh like that
I’m fresh like that
I’m fresh like that
I’m fresh like that
I’m fresh like that
I’m fresh like that
I’m fresh
Verse 2 (Hopie):
Give me a second as I settle on this track
Introduce Hopie it’s a guaranteed slap
Six on the remix, it’s hitters on wax
This is some secrets, it’s little known facts
I’m the main attraction capturin’ the crowd
Masterin’ the art of rappin’ soon as I hit the ground got
Mens givin’ Google eyes, utilize the basics miss
We lyricists with precision on the bass kick
It’s nathin, I’m impatient, ready to pop off
You know the game’s taken, yeah Hopie spits, knock off
Off top I got some crispy 16s
A grip if you wanna test Smigg and this team
Everybody got my f*ckin’ name in they mouth
Everybody coppin’ my tapes underground
When the 808 hits on the bridge to the [?]
Ask Smigg how we roll
(*Smigg Dirtee*): man we sittin’ on chrome
And I’m ill like that
Hook:
I’m ill like that
I’m ill like that
I’m ill like that
I’m ill like that
I’m ill like that
I’m ill like that
I’m ill
Grip grip grip grip grip grip
Click click click click click click
Verse 3 (Topkat):
I be that slick-talkin’, sorry New York
I’m a Bay boy known to put the flame to the torch
Papers up like a pop line, suckas can’t catch it
See I’m a hustla, my flow is hood tested
Slaps hit em hard like a pistol grip pump
Vallejo’s own gettin’ much love in the trunk
Designer jeans, pimpin’ with some custom made dunks
You wanted something raw from the gutter here it comes
The rebirth of hip-hop is back but though
Got lyrics than a mothaf*cka, that you know
Props go to Sac-Town and across the Bay
Got hoes in my grill tryna swing my way
‘cause I’m fly like that
Hook:
I’m fly like that
I’m fly like that
I’m fly like that
I’m fly like that
I’m fly like that
I’m fly like that
I’m fly
(Smigg Dirtee):
Yeah, yeah I’m hood like that
I’m street like that
I’m g like that
I emcee like that
(Hopie):
Yeah I’m down like that
I’m brown like that
I’m Bay like that
All day like that
(Topkat):
Yeah I spit like that
I flow like that
I rip like that
‘cause I’m raw like that
(Smigg Dirtee):
Yeah we stack like that
We roll like that
It’s trill like that
We out, we out