Lyrics:
[Redman]
Dirty (dirty)
Filthy (filthy)
Nasty(ho!) you nasty (yeah)
Too dirrty to clean my act up (haha)
If you ain't dirrty
You ain't here to party
Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?)
Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?)
Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?)
You
late '45 but your head's in '53.
You got what it takes to keep the heads a-spinnin' down by the old rib shack
And you come across just like a fool
Smoking, drinking, what you need? (Yeah, yeah)
If this shit adventure, baby, I can put you to sleep
Exotic in your lungs, reachin' your peak
It's eight
One, two... one, two
Keith Murray and Jazze Pha
Servin em well and as you all know we are crunk as hell
Woke up at 8:30 on a Saturday morn
Grab
the head to the feet Now I need shopping, cause if you're not a
Fit blonde jack shit I just won't respond back
Tell her come, jump on that I took the gun
on it, you gotta feel it
Get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall, get your back off the wall, tell me
play us for weak
Okay, I been up for some days
I ain't got time to lay
Just to drown out all these thoughts
I tried all kind of things
If I take you
my big chain if we get it popping
Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe me something
Yeah,
eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool
this L
I put that Bitch Ass Nigga right under my spell
I done made my fortunes If you can’t tell
Peter thought he was saved by Tinker Bell
Peter Pan i’m
nullify
And fry all the rest, bust the color
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, in the gold and violet
This jam is fly, and I'm the pilot
Flyin you
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
I don't give a darn if they never do stop;
I'll ride as long as an eight-day clock.
Come a ti yi yippee,
death killin' veteran on the tube
Either me or you right here
Come back and hang out in my room
I done shot my rifle, trained to kill
Got blood
lyrics
MC's smell the smoke of my mic and they fear it
I'm known to be the hanger for the MC's I hang
I throw a riddle, it come back like a boomerang
pants got me grinnin' hey Mac
What?
I only come to Scribble Jam for the women
Murs, you were right
I just found a diva with a dark
Muddy mind a purse
They say I'm cocky and I say what
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up
They say I'm cocky and I say what
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if
They say I'm cocky and I say what
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up
They say I'm cocky and I say what
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if
on Saturday it was Kitty day
And we was Pac Jam junkies then
If you wasn't from one of them beans you wasn't getting in
All them niggas off of 15th avenue
tried to cop a feel
That cop she was all dressed in blue
Was she pretty? Boy I'm tellin' you
She stuck my butt with her big black stick
I said,
tried to cop a feel
That cop she was all dressed in blue
Was she pretty? Boy I'm tellin' you
She stuck my butt with her big black stick
I said,
down to tie the laces
Of my shoes
We were tangled up in blue
I know I know I know
she lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe
I thought you
goal!
So let me know
Just let me know
Let me know if you gone come around and pollute the smoke in the air with yo hesitation and lack of real nigga
Let
and snakes in the bayou
I just asked my forty bro why did he try you
I ain't gotta flirt I just pull and buy you
I ain't got no aim so I hope they ain't by you
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