Dirty Nation Lyrics – D12

Dirty Nation Lyrics

[Intro: George Clinton]
Ready or not, here we come
This system, but I groove all the way, no resistance
Just existence in a wave I learned to ride
Staying dry

[Verse 1: Kuniva]
Get them fingers up, we not givin’ a fuck (Oh)
We rock shit, live it up, you copped and lit it up
Shouts to the Dirty Nation who be blazin’ the weed (What up?)
Throwin’ house parties ’til they end up breakin’ the lease (Fuck it)
At our shows with two beers and one in they back pocket
Feelin’ on they goth girlfriend’s ass with the black locket (Hahahaha)
Daps or givin’ hugs to our message board thugs (What’s up? What’s up?)
Black, white, yellow, brown, no matter, it’s all love
All genders, from broke-ass homies to y’all lenders (Yeah)
Burger flippin’, corporate cats, bartenders (Come on)
High school dropouts to college graduates
Any low, middle, or upper class you in, pass the gin
Grab the Hen’ (Uh), let the liquid courage fill your abdomen
Drinkin’ up until you’re feelin’ tough enough to slap a friend (Yeah)
We don’t play around, now if only this generation
Can be so lucky to join the Dirty Nation (Yeah)

[Chorus: George Clinton]
Dirty Nation under a groove
Gettin’ down just for the fuck of it
Dirty Nation and we’re on the move
Nothin’ can stop us now
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 2: Swifty Mcvay]
This is what I call a Dirty anthem (Ooh, yeah)
Throw your hands in the air and wave your handguns (Why?)
Let’s get smashed in an orderly fashion
‘Til we open up caskets and jump our ass in (What? Ha)
All my Dirty heads, get in your places (Ha)
Put your middle finger up and yell, “We wasted”
Back to the days of Rap Basement
Was orchestrated by the late Dirty Jason (Rest in peace)
Who created a street team that came from state to state and overseas went crazy (For real)
They made it backstage to Blazin’
Got faded and I couldn’t even speak their language
I’d be fakin’ if I didn’t blatantly express my appreciation (Why?)
Take this herb and place it on your motherfuckin’ flame and blaze it
One time for my Dirty Nation

[Chorus: George Clinton]
Dirty Nation under a groove
Gettin’ down just for the fuck of it
Dirty Nation and we’re on the move
Nothin’ can stop us now
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Ready or not, here we go
Getting down on, it’s D12, we believe
Dirty Nation under a groove
Gettin’ down just for the fuck of it
Dirty Nation and we’re on the move
Nothin’ can stop us now
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Interlude: George Clinton]
Bottle offered in the globe
Dual spiraling tides where the neon currents flow
Feet don’t touch, but still I step
Rhythm breathing through the chest underwater
Never wetter, call it life in liquid dress
I’m gliding through the pressure
For the deep don’t make a sound
Every move a meditation while the chaos spins around
Bubbles rise like thoughts I drop
Let ’em drip and disappear, survival is an art form
When you dance without fear
Currents try to pull me under
Still I pivot, still I sway, sought in struggle
This system, but I groove all the way, no resistance
Just existence in a wave I learned to ride
Staying dry inside the storm is how I keep my soul alive
Rhythm, rhythm in the imagination, free your mind
And flying through time underwater
Aqualogic, moving weightlessly through the pleasure and pain
Life’s an ocean, I’m in motion, never drowning in regret
Master dancing underwater and I still ain’t wet yet
Uh-uh, uh-uh

[Chorus: George Clinton]
Ready or not, here we go
Getting down on, it’s D12, we believe
Dirty Nation under a groove
Gettin’ down just for the fuck of it
Dirty nation and we’re on the move
Nothin’ can stop us now
Uh, uh, uh, uh