Lyrics:
suck you dry
The do what you say, and don't ask why
Who said that hoe ain't old enough?
If she could bleed, then she can fuck
Call me "Dirty Dog"
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
talkin' 'bout cheddar
Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
of even for a friend now
He is a dirty old man,Nick the Chopper
Now,a very old man he had decided
To make his fortune,Nick the Chopper
Chopping woods his
a friend, I need one like a co-defendant" (woah)
Ever been stabbed in the back by your righthand man? (I have)
Don't never tell your left hand what your
Dirty old man
Licking his lips by a garbage can
Stain on his shirt, ball-point pen in his hand
Shits in the park
Sleeps in a cardboard box after dark
This shit started so
Whats up this is Cole aka Vex uhh Im 18 years old from Coatesville PA
Thats five dollars this my lucky day thats that bread this
as they passed by.
And because he was all raggedy and dirty,
People would just laugh and make fun
Of the old man and walk on by.
And he said because
and into the din and the glare
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks dog dirty and loaded for bear
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave
pen I be
Rappin till da mutha fuckin dirty bloody end for me
My enemies old friends of me
Who turned straight into enemies
Or old family want equity
back
Cause I'll be rich by thirty
In my head I have to combat
It's all part of the journey
I got you dancing dirty
Dirty talking come and feel the spice
Cali gettin' money
I'm like Harry-O shawty just called me
Wan' me put this dick in every hole
Cartier diamond rings on, but
I ain't married, though
Yeah,
Man life been so hard on me
By the grace of God I still get through
I know somebody watching over me
N now that you gone I hope you do too
I can't
Chorus
Yeah i did that boy dirty im gone shoot just like curry
Imma play the bitch so the bitch cant hurt me
If he a opp imma let that boy die
I
Aw hell nah nigga
We ain't doin' no freestyles
Don't even know how to do that shit
Yeah whatevah
Check it out man, check this one out
I been
baby
Uh, come on y'all
It's still y'all same old dawg
Surviving Sickle Cell like bullets to the jaw
Fifty Cent power, for this shit I should get paid by
label)
Imma just make it quick, eraser (pencil)
Doodles with the Poodles, sucking on the noodles (no mom's spaghetti)
Old Man Dad, no strawberry strudels
I tell you how I'm feeling
How I stay killing these demons deadin all the dirty dealings Oh my
The way I grind got em shook yea they feeling old
and dirty
(Just) like an old mans stories to share with
(It) holds memories beyond the reach of words
The old mans hands weathered and deeply worn out
like
day, another bag
Another day, these hoes still mad
Another day sipping dirty
It's everyday, I know you heard me
Another day just went by
Tryna get my
man jamming
At a Wed for my unc and my aunt
Saw a man sprint to the front
Tried to pull out his thing
Got whacked
By the best man team
No telling
What
shorts and
Slam dunk these riddles up in yo' chest like Jordan
Menace II Society mad man killer
Just call me the East Bay Gangsta
Neighborhood drug
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