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Dirty Bay

Spice 1

Hits

1998

From the tech 'cause I collect another killin' 
When I ride by do a drive-by domes either peelin 
Bumpin' up old school ep shit get off my ball sack

ain't good as your old shit
'Til your new shit is your old shit, son, in this sun, let me get some
I wear this 24 karat solid gold rollie for my son

Hit da Floe

Dirty

The Pimp & da Gangsta

2001

Packing the heat, you stacking the cheese
Ready to freak, each and every one of you woes
Who running the Gump, man y'all already know
Them Dirty Boys, they

Feel My Nature Rize

Brotha Lynch Hung

Loaded

1997

(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them

And me your so selfish
All the the time times I've cried
About the lies you dirty old rotten man
Covered my a sweet hearted man
All the times I’ve cried

Smut

Tom Lehrer

That Was the Year That Was

1965

a dirty old man!

I thrill
To any book like Fanny Hill
And I suppose I always will
If it is swill
And really fil-thy

Who needs a hobby like tennis

what I would be
Fell in love as a young boy she was pretty as they come
Dirty blond hair she was kissed by the sun
Met her at the bonfire had a lil fun

can't find exactly where my back be
Uh
So I sit by my wood stove, Backwoods, Bilbo, roll it up as the wind blows
And tales as old as sin, whoa, smoking

bite by the cops and start stutter
Gon give information and sing like an Usher
Crazy amount of slug man they can't take the pressure
Informer said him

Turn you into a pencil
Harry s truman credentials
Damn hoover man he hated us
Sambo de-created us
Not even talking enslaving em
Good ship jesus
Why you

winter,
Bitch,
I suggest you find somethin safe to do,
Dirty Harry
Thirty eight,
The one I used to take to school,
Tried to blow his ass down,
But he just

me feeling Rich Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man doing up bench
Cause they

feeling Misch Porter
True say I might step with Harlem
I'm a hundred with gang
And by myself I'm spartan
Them man there doing up bench
Cause they ain't

got the nawf by my side
All my brothers gon ride
We all pick sides
In the dirty dale
We got war stories
Got battle scars
From the four stories
From

on me I don't take clownery
Mixing up with the drip on some Wizardry
Y'all smoking the loud Harry Pottery
I be playing for money no Lottery
I just wanna

straps to feel like Dirty Harry
Two shots still don't mean you got the cure son
Ub ain't worried 'cause you can't corrupt a pure one
My zeroes stupid if

it back
Flea flicker, these niggas Hail Mary when shit get hairy
I feel like Dirty Harry, did I take 6 or 5 shots, I can't remember
One took that bitch

Outlaw, feel like Dirty Harry, shooting off the hip
I stuffed a 50 in my stack jeans, praying they ain't ripped
Nowadays, everybody becoming rappers, trying

when them dreams run and you can't catch it
Gotta get your own or that's your ass if ya man had it
I done had my ups and downs I'm back around I'm still

Harry and her mom was a Jewel
And they brought her up right old school
And if you messed with them in any way  
Pucha Louie  my sadaka is what they'd say

Scholar

Gucci Mane

Trap God 2

2013

names
I don’t like to name drop, I just like cocaine drops
All I do is drop tops, man I’m so god damn hot
If you got a old car, then go get a new one

in

Yo Tiga-Z
Yo man wake up
J-Snow
My old friend
The fuck you want Hash Browns
You replaced me
Left me to die by Tiga-Z's hand
Look man it was time

Moving bags like the trash man narcs hot
Put that dope by the trash can blowing za
Im kinda low call the gas man if you running
Up the pro's get

Yeah
I been on a long road
Dirty feet
Look at me, 25 old
Tryna find gold
Couldn't rob me
I been on my own
I was 18
Tryna make em see
Tryna build