Heheheheh, we at it again, 6Fingers, drums, heh, uh huh, I like dat, horns please

Verse 1 (Smigg Dirtee):

I be the one they call Dirtee Boy Smigg

Came in the game with them Northern Cali kids

Jumped out the whip with my l-arge saggin’

Ten deep hoodie on limited classic

Six touch the kicks and sinks into the sound

From Sac to the V, Frisco to The Town

Hat to the left leaned back as I ride

All over California like the I-5

No ice on, I’m already ice cold

So your girl wanna touch on me like the iPhone

Get in my zone when I turn the mic on

To the death I’m still fresh in last night’s clothes

Scrape things and cuts, hit blocks and bend corners

Flow’s so dope I could sell it by the quarters

Made it in the game right before they started hyphy

Competition right under my SB Nikes

They say I got styles for miles and sh*t

Dirtee Boy gang afros and braids

Sendin’ funky rhythms right down your spot

My city is Sac and G beats the block but I’m fresh like that

Hook:

I’m fresh like that

I’m fresh like that

I’m fresh like that

I’m fresh like that

I’m fresh like that

I’m fresh like that

I’m fresh

Verse 2 (Hopie):

Give me a second as I settle on this track

Introduce Hopie it’s a guaranteed slap

Six on the remix, it’s hitters on wax

This is some secrets, it’s little known facts

I’m the main attraction capturin’ the crowd

Masterin’ the art of rappin’ soon as I hit the ground got

Mens givin’ Google eyes, utilize the basics miss

We lyricists with precision on the bass kick

It’s nathin, I’m impatient, ready to pop off

You know the game’s taken, yeah Hopie spits, knock off

Off top I got some crispy 16s

A grip if you wanna test Smigg and this team

Everybody got my f*ckin’ name in they mouth

Everybody coppin’ my tapes underground

When the 808 hits on the bridge to the [?]

Ask Smigg how we roll

(*Smigg Dirtee*): man we sittin’ on chrome

And I’m ill like that

Hook:

I’m ill like that

I’m ill like that

I’m ill like that

I’m ill like that

I’m ill like that

I’m ill like that

I’m ill

Grip grip grip grip grip grip

Click click click click click click

Verse 3 (Topkat):

I be that slick-talkin’, sorry New York

I’m a Bay boy known to put the flame to the torch

Papers up like a pop line, suckas can’t catch it

See I’m a hustla, my flow is hood tested

Slaps hit em hard like a pistol grip pump

Vallejo’s own gettin’ much love in the trunk

Designer jeans, pimpin’ with some custom made dunks

You wanted something raw from the gutter here it comes

The rebirth of hip-hop is back but though

Got lyrics than a mothaf*cka, that you know

Props go to Sac-Town and across the Bay

Got hoes in my grill tryna swing my way

‘cause I’m fly like that

Hook:

I’m fly like that

I’m fly like that

I’m fly like that

I’m fly like that

I’m fly like that

I’m fly like that

I’m fly

(Smigg Dirtee):

Yeah, yeah I’m hood like that

I’m street like that

I’m g like that

I emcee like that

(Hopie):

Yeah I’m down like that

I’m brown like that

I’m Bay like that

All day like that

(Topkat):

Yeah I spit like that

I flow like that

I rip like that

‘cause I’m raw like that

(Smigg Dirtee):

Yeah we stack like that

We roll like that

It’s trill like that

We out, we out