Artist: Daz Dillinger Album: DPGC: U Know What I'm Throwin' Up Song: Skirt Out Typed by: fywhla@yahoo.com [Intro] Calling all cars, calling all cars Be on the lookout for that nigga 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 nigga, nigga 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 nigga, back on the rise Suprise, muthafucka! - guess who it was To handle your biz in a undercover, swoop in the wind Havin' money, fuckin' bitches on the freak with my nigga! (You know why? Cause I'm a gangsta nigga!) You see, I roll by my lonely (say what?, say what?) If not nigga, 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, nigga I'm fresh and so clean Pushin' a machine nigga 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 shit that I sell ain't for free But it's gon' cost money, for the shit 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 Nigga read about it, nigga and what do you got? Dat Nigga D-A-Z nigga, back on your block [Chorus] *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* [Daz Dillinger] I've seen bitches and hoes, pigeons in '6-4's 20 inches on low-low's, that's how the shit goes Blow out your brain, rememeber my name Dat Nigga Daz, ain't no other nigga 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 shit You know how I ride, I'm cruisin' the fast lane Never crash mane, Dat Nigga Daz mane Wreck it and buy a new one so quick I got the hoes up on my dick For my gangsta ass whip that I push - Purple cush, the haters, they wanna stop and look (Y'all know Dat Nigga 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 nigga, skirt out [Chorus] *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out *SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin' out