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low down, dirty ways
Well, now drinkin' whiskey an runnin' round
Little girl, that's all you crave

Well now, an I give you my money, baby
N' you left
It ain't no sin, we're just trying to get by
Lead our lives one day at a time
Hand to mouth, low down in the dirty old south
Living on the fruit
Mom was cooking bread
She wore a dirty raggety scarf around her head
Always had her stockings low
Rolled to her feet, she just didn't know
She wore
Mom was cooking bread
She wore a dirty raggety scarf around her head
Always had her stockings low
Rolled to her feet, she just didn't know
She wore
Mom was cooking bread
She wore a dirty raggety scarf around her head
Always had her stockings low
Rolled to her feet, she just didn't know
She wore
Mom was cooking bread, 
she wore a dirty raggety scarf around her head.
Always had her stockings low, 
rolled to her feet, she just didn't know.
Mom was cooking bread, 
she wore a dirty raggety scarf around her head.
Always had her stockings low, 
rolled to her feet, she just didn't know.
Mom was cooking bread, 
she wore a dirty raggety scarf around her head.
Always had her stockings low, 
rolled to her feet, she just didn't know.
feelin' low I’m sippin' on some brown
Won’t you come trips to California?
We can get with it, show you how the shit goes down
Know around the world get
the lot 
I'm into shutting stores down so I can shop 
If you need a bird, I can get it chopped 
Tell me what you need; you know I get 'em by the flock
the lot 
I'm into shutting stores down so I can shop 
If you need a bird, I can get it chopped 
Tell me what you need; you know I get 'em by the flock
When we sing that's when they bring the jealousy thing
But that alerts me, the low and dirty wanna hurt me
They equal to the numbers on Robert Paris
seeds, salutation from the missile plant
Quick to the hollow point, it ain't no olive branch
My low cal, four oh cal in the cardigan
Tempted by Satan,
for a waiter
Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog shoulda' bit me
That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought
Now I'm
stores down
Just so I can shop

If you need a bird
I could get it chopped
Tell me what you need
You know I get ?em by the flock

I call my homie black
Meet
off da lot
I'm into shuttin stores down so I can shop
If you need a bird I can get it chopped
Tell me wat you need you know I get 'em by da flock
I
for a waiter
Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog shoulda' bit me
That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought
Now I'm
for a waiter
Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog shoulda' bit me
That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought
Now I'm
Dirty boys
On the top gun shot-gun left ya jazz

Drop like this bitch
Drop like this bitch
Drop like this bitch
Lay the fuck down
Drop like this bitch
off da lot
I'm into shuttin stores down so I can shop
If you need a bird I can get it chopped
Tell me wat you need you know I get 'em by da flock
I
a mill sayin nothin on da track
I represent New York
I got it on ma back
And dey say dat we lost it
So I'ma bring it back
I luv da dirty, dirty
'cause
Paul Wall what it do

Ha
Nomtombout?
Purple so muddy I can barely even drive
A blow it down trees like a catter goin by
Southside of H-Town that
eyes low like Droopy
Tugging on my jacket til the lights come on
We run trains on them bitches, never ice they arm
That's a no-no, chicken heads looking