(feat. Mack 10, Reptile)



[Intro: Mack 10]

Yo, Mack 10 (dirty cash, Reptile)

It's always good to have a little change 

in your life ain't that right Pras? (That's right baby)

Yo, hahaha that's right well let me run it, check it 



[Mack 10]

We do things and hood bangers, g's as we are 

Well even Mack can do a bar with a Refugee All-star

Pras dance round the border like he Cassius Clay

While I press round the hood with a big AK

Stay fresh and unpredictable, they thought they knew me 

They say; how can a thug from Cali bust with a Fugee?

Cause I write and make... ignite, easy on the treble

Now turn the bass up and check my Mic level

As I get down, let mama peekin, but ain't speakin

I guess a gang-bang thug... got baby tweakin 

Said your outfit is tight, it's my favorite color Red

And plus your little black... is cute with your dreads

Bet you ain't never had a nigga that roll a six-fo

Hit a switch and then hop into a six double-o

You know, street niggas make the game twice as nice 

So add a little spice and put a thug in your life



[Chorus: w/variations]

Weeeeeee...

We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah

Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah

You, oooo, you

You better get up of your...

From a hooter, Alcatraz 

Ain't no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah



[Pras]

Yes, yes y'all (yes y'all) it's dirty cash y'all (cash y'all)

From the East to the West I manifest y'all

Doin interviews with Harper Bazaar, how bizarre

You're sit back smokin big Cuban cigars 

Yo, fly guys want getting jackin and fly cars 

If it's up to me, you'll get blast when the hole pars

Thus far, no one can spar with my little troth

from the flat bush I'll rip y'all and bust your show to Crenshaw

Flowin with Pras and some splash down to Jamaica

Meet you at the shock bar, Alas se enica

Place your bet yo pay your debt 

You cats with the fake crepes, I'll bust you with my Twin-Tack

For talkin out the side of your neck, aiyyo check

We can showdown and lowdown when I'm sunset 

Make your move cowboy this ain't Hollywood 

You got the business's in the hood, INGLEWOOD!



[Chorus: w/variations]

Weeeeeee...

We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah

Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah

You, oooo, you

You better get up of your...

From a hooter, Alcatraz 

Ain't no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah



[Reptile]

Would wise in ninety dance hall, bounce to this 

Hip-hoppers with the dress, smoke an ounce to this 

I spin hits, lyrically swift, speakin of business 

Reptile, formerly know, Jersey delinquent

Nasty son of a gun, give up the funds 

We come down hard like hundred-twenty tons 

Refugee Camp, pumpin out the thousand watt amps 

Created more than the monster like the Loch Ness

All hell's about to break when I'm loose 

Tacklin, like Gorilla Monsoon naggin you like Mom Dukes

And get a haircut; we put you niggas in a bear hug

I dare thugs, tellin niggas do it like “Nike Air” slugs 

Take a death dive into the wilderness 

We got you feelin this, to the point your man wanna kill us  

But we ain't laughin, we blackin, rushin, attackin 

Loaded with dirty cash and a Mack 10 [echoes]



[Chorus: w/variations]

Weeeeeee...

We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah

Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah

You, oooo, you

You better get up of your...

From a hooter, Alcatraz 

Ain't no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah



[Outro: Reptile]

Come on, come on, blow the smoke in the air

And puff, puff like you just don't care 

Come on, come on, blow the smoke in the air

And puff, puff like you just don't care

Yeah what, what, blow the smoke in the air

And puff, puff like you just don't care

I said blow the smoke (blow the smoke)

Blow the smoke and puff, puff like you just don't care



[Pras]

Uh, yeah, yeah, party peopl