How Ya Feelin

Oh yeah…
What what, got your money
What what, (dirty), what what
What what, (dirty), yeah, yeah
My niggas better raise it up, fruit punch in my cup, so what?
Ol' Dirty, I served my time, now I’m out and gonna have a good time
My new account is kinda different, cuz I’m 'ready spendin' all my dimes
What what, give me a check for 9, zero, zero, zero, zero
Count count 'em, muthafucka, this mine
Now, I just better finish my rhyme
Before my muthafuck' appeal come, what the fucking due line
No, sip-ping, alco-hol, at all (no way)
No, smo-king, Phil-ly, blunts, or Backwoods (no way)
No, lea-ving, the state, of New York (stay home)
It’s, all good, long as I can, still feel some breasts
(And how ya feeling, Dirty?) I feel good!
(I'm glad you are) Yeah, me too!
(I wanna love you, Dirty) I wanna love you back!
(Can I get a.) baby, just, baby just, wiggle that booty!
Ahhhhh, a wiggle-wiggle, a wiggle-wiggle
Dirty…
I never will forget the way
Dame Dash, send a limo for me
(What what), signed me up for the team
VH1, caught me doing my thing
I had bitches in the limo actin' like they fucking rolling with king
Shopping sprees on Fifth Ave., backrubs, bubble baths
Ol' Dirty fucked, come, clean my ass
Now I’m straight, gotta spit for my chips
With nothing in my system that would get me incarcerated
Sing this song
Dirt, Dirt, Dirt, Dirt McGirt, Girt, Girt, Girt
Straight from Wu, Wu who?, Wu who? Wu who?, ahh
Dirt, Dirt, Dirt, Dirt McGirt, Girt, Girt, Girt
Straight from Wu, Wu who?, Wu who? Wu who?, ahh
Dirt, Dirt, Dirt, Dirt McGirt, Girt, Girt, Girt
Straight from Wu, Wu who?, Wu who? Wu who?, ahh