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Albums:

Drive, Drive, Drive (Fergie & The Steelheads) · Café Bossa Nova: Beaches and Bars, Samba and Sun (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sons of the Beaches (Flash Cadillac) · Boats, Beaches, Bars & Ballads (Jimmy Buffett) · Boats, Beaches, Bars & Ballads (Jimmy Buffett) · Sons of Beaches (The Bellamy Brothers) · Boats, Beaches, Bars & Ballads (Jimmy Buffett) · Beaches [Original Soundtrack] (Bette Midler) · Transformation: Live At The Beaches Jazz Festival (The Bruce Smith Quintet) · Best of Dirty Dirty House, Vol. 1 (Junior Sanchez) – and 90 other albums »


It's a three-day drive if she drives all night
Says she's leavin' at the crack of dawn
Well, she might still be lyin' here with me
But in her
I don't see the future, I feel it day to day
Dirty nights are passing by, I gotta learn to pay
Trucking down to London, gigs that never end
Foggy
Gotta get outta here
Reaching to the beaches
Away from all the blinding city lights
Illuminating the walls of my room
As I try to close my eyes
They met in nineteen-eighty at the school disco
He kissed her for the first time on the last bus home
he said 'you be dirty Harry, I'll be Joey
Ba bom bom 
It's alright to be a redneck 
It's alright to drive around in a dirty ol' truck 
Catch a bunch of fish and shoot a bunch of duck
Ba bom bom 
It's alright to be a redneck 
It's alright to drive around in a dirty ol' truck 
Catch a bunch of fish and shoot a bunch of duck
and by myself, I be jerkin.. 

.. on to the chorus 

I want that purple Cadillac with the lime green ragtop, yeah 



Lovely lady, girl you drive
at the way I get dressed
I need to know is that why you left
My face is sweet but my head is wrecked
By the things that you said on the night you left
You
Lovely lady  girl you drive me crazy 

[Kool Keith] 
I know this girl with her own crib  in isolation 
She's from Puerto Rico  half black
and by myself, I be jerkin.. 

.. on to the chorus 

I want that purple Cadillac with the lime green ragtop, yeah 



Lovely lady, girl you drive
around
Once in a little while

I can't wait to fuck you baby

I give it to ya daddy
Give it to ya dirty, dirty

You know I love it daddy
Love
my prince to grant all my wishes
Just another lonely country-boy grown weary of the night
Just another boy with a sink full of dirty dishes

Where
Ways - cold dirty streets
Empty eyes.
Ways - lost dreams and no chance to rise.
Ways - ending with dark closed gates.
Ways - bordered by unknown
[Violent J:]
A black sand storm is approaching the metropolis
Sucking up sunlight it moves ontop of us
Beaches of black sand are littered with dead
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
We came a long way up from fighting court cases
Running the streets dirty with guns on our waists
Tryna be a man feed a fam
would his own son
He gave me a ring
That was worn by his mother
And he takes me out dancin'
Every Saturday night

Hey Charley I think about you
Every time
the llello and weigh it
735's I drive fits ta match, when I past 
Bitches ask, "Who the fuck was that?"
Girl that's Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire
17
deep in your soul
I'm going to drive out in the dead of night
Through the roadblocks and red traffic lights
I don't know where I will end up, but I
the dirty love

Its, not right your by yourself on a Friday night
Lost and alone you've got to bark if you want the bone
Put your hands on my cashmere
the game
Six stepsisters play the game. 
Two in the night, two by day. 
One says she loves me, one wants to kill me.
I've never felt a feeling like that.
She was twenty, I was maybe half
Had a gold tooth and a smokey laugh
And I remember being somewhere
With my momma when she walked by

Had
and the queen never trip 
She drive away faster than you rook' nigga.
Have you seen adiza with beaches that look like Eva 
With D cups or a beach like an H-B-O
Booth Willie:] "Good! Thanks fer askin, pop!"
 [M1:] "Aww, that's great, you know, considering yer a fuckin' idiot!"
 [Pays toll and drives off]
 [Toll
deeper so I got it made
Real live men hate girls that whine
Every man wants a dame with style
A saint by day and a sinner at night
I maybe talk dirty
niggaz down in Houston on candy paint
All my niggaz in the Dirty South, Miami mayne
All my niggaz in the A-T-L throwin dem bones
All them thugs that