Dirt Off Your Shoulders (feat. Baby Jokes, Chino Grande) - Charlie Row Campo, Chino Grande, Baby Jokes

Baby Jokes:

You want that gangsta stuff

I couldn’t hang it up

I got that raw touch

For your slutt to make her blush damn

Im at the spot & you know them bitches pop yeh

Im on the block & you know them fellas pop yeh

Ive been away, away with them filthy chains

Of doing right thangs

For it gotta rain

Who’s the sly to say I ain’t the right guy

Of doing time baby i still can dance

Am I a pimp na i just furnace

See I let her guess

She loves that freppy sex

Your examp, your minds been slowly closing

I was chosin

The hulk did more than holdin

It’s fully loaded

All we need is a secret slogan

I got boys in motion as Vegas Hogan

Who you foolin Im from the city where its still shooken

On the side of the team & we ain’t losin

Get Get That That Dirt Off Your Off Your Shoulders

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Chino Grande:

Bust your left eye like Lisa Lopez

Slide through your hood with a ski mask mo-ped

3−5-7 keep my pockets warm

Pa shot filled with the reason why your lock is torn

Im a disturbed child raising 3 of my own

Guns bustin let ya kno that im still in the zone

Im strapped with a chrome

That taphlaunce fill up your home

Im just the reason why the feds got a tap on the phone

Im duckin, dodgin, & mobbin around alleys at night

Servin that candy-coded see thru just ain’t rite

I got these photozays tryna undastand while im gone

A single father, no welfare, I gotta be strong

Baby mama in the county & we can’t get along

So till then comprehend i got to right my wrongs

So observe what you heard isolated the drama

But the truth still remains Ima do what i wanna

Baby Jokes:

What stopped

Still got your mind South Side

I got a thing for the scene yeh Im still hot

You talk alot, fool was it all good

My credits stood

Yeh i hit the hood

Its understood that these guns play for blood

& I’ll be damned if my son gets raised in slums

Whats the ticket

I know they out politickin

Well thats you, its a fucked up livin

Im kumin left na fool im kumin right

Doin time in the shoe you dont see no knife

You seen it burstin

Next thing it was hurtin

Why you trippin you knew what you derservin

Repercussions, I gotta keep it Russian

Kinda harsh like that vodka rushin

Wheres the kush

I need that extra push

Chino, Jokes in this bitch with that new touch