Skirt Out

[Intro]<br>Calling all cars, calling all cars<br>Be on the lookout for that nigga Daz<br>He`s known for 187`s and known for 211`s<br>And he`s also knowns to uh.... skirt out<br><br>Huh, check it<br>Altogether now<br>Shhh<br>Altogether now<br>Yeah, altogether now<br><br>[Daz Dillinger]<br>I can`t call it<br>Anything that have to do with money I want it<br>Ro-ro`s, turkles, and diamond chains, I flaunt it<br>I`m a gangsta nigga, nigga you call it like you want it<br>Hop outta the drop-top for you<br>Look at me, I shine bright, blind your eyes<br>I mesmerize, Diggy Daz nigga, back on the rise<br>Suprise, muthafucka! - guess who it was<br>To handle your biz in a undercover, swoop in the wind<br>Havin` money, fuckin` bitches on the freak with my nigga!<br>(You know why? Cause I`m a gangsta nigga!)<br>You see, I roll by my lonely (say what?, say what?)<br>If not nigga, you`ll see me with my homies - skirtin` out<br><br>[Chorus]<br>*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin` out<br>*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin` out<br>*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin` out<br>*SKIRT*, *SKIRT*<br><br>[Daz Dillinger]<br>I roll G with the 500 with a drop-top bumpin`<br>8-0-8 b-b-b-bumpin`<br>DVD widescreen to a T, nigga I`m fresh and so clean<br>Pushin` a machine nigga when I`m flashin` my beam<br>Banana whipped, went with the chrome Sprewell`s, dipped<br>And I`m cruisin` like a mutha in the mothership<br>Like a Elco in a `89, low-low in a `99<br>2003`d out every time<br>Pull up in the parking lot, all on eyes on D<br>A-Z, the shit that I sell ain`t for free<br>But it`s gon` cost money, for the shit that I got<br>Diamond pieces, big golden rocks<br>Link for link, I sip my drink<br>Now think about it, the neck says you a double XL<br>Nigga read about it, nigga and what do you got?<br>Dat Nigga D-A-Z nigga, back on your block<br><br>[Chorus]<br>*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin` out<br>*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin` out<br>*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin` out<br>*SKIRT*, *SKIRT*<br><br>[Daz Dillinger]<br>I`ve seen bitches and hoes, pigeons in `6-4`s<br>20 inches on low-low`s, that`s how the shit goes<br>Blow out your brain, rememeber my name<br>Dat Nigga Daz, ain`t no other nigga know how it came<br>My system bumpin` loud, humpin` and shakin` the ground<br>That number one gangsta from the Dogg Pound<br>I`m so funky fresh, nevertheless I love this shit<br>You know how I ride, I`m cruisin` the fast lane<br>Never crash mane, Dat Nigga Daz mane<br>Wreck it and buy a new one so quick<br>I got the hoes up on my dick<br>For my gangsta ass whip that I push -<br>Purple cush, the haters, they wanna stop and look<br>(Y`all know Dat Nigga Daz be off the hook)<br>Now when I clutch the fifth, you know I got to burn out<br>You know I do it every time nigga, skirt out<br><br>[Chorus]<br>*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin` out<br>*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin` out<br>*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin` out<br>*SKIRT*, *SKIRT* - skirtin` out