Lyrics:
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
“If you think you’re too old, to rock and roll,
then my friend you are,
So listen…
The man who says he can, and the man who says he can’t, are both
a bad bitch wanna spend time alone
Finna grab her by the throat, 'cause she like when she choked
Yeah that flirty shit, that dirty shit
That's why I stay
You know we givin' 'em the boot
Magnum Force, Dirty Harry in the booth
Hard to shoot
When you the one dat's carrying the group
RIP Sean P!
(yeah,
promise
It's that rebel flag wavin' speakers
Bumpin' somethin' Southern on 'em
Skin I got them honky's with them
Dirty Harry's always on 'em
I see people
VersionTwo
On a bright summer's evening I chanced to go roving
Down by the clear river I rollicked along.
I heard an old man making sad lamentation;
He
my verse a classic if Harry made it (uh-huh)
Old karma, give y'all niggas bad luck like a mirror breakin'
Heroin deals, bricks weighin', background,
the case. Old and dirty, poor quality leather, and heavy.
Better see what's inside. He turned into Lincoln Park, found an
empty place and opened the case.
that beat
I get a bitch ignored, dirty feet
.45 made by Orbit, dirty teeth
Huh, dirty mouth, huh, clean it out
Lil' bitch ain't as freaky as she
oh oh Harry Song I see you
Oh oh oh oh common na
Oh oh oh oh shabaladun girl
Oh oh oh oh from every eyes seen run things
Oh oh oh oh Victorious Man
they quick to set you up
I watch them cameras fully loaded when I'm resting up, yeah
I spin the block before I back it in
I call my neighbor Dirty Harry
'Bout to do the damn thing you know
1, 2, it's live
I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty
Back to the mud
Some of these old country ass
And I'm eatin' enchilidas served by lovely signoritas
Thinkin' oh dirty ol' me thinkin' dirty ol' me
(Yeah I can't face myself aw why'know but when you
Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees
Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of
this shit man. Man I try to rap for
I keep my truck bed good and dirty
On Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
By Friday night I'm sittin' purdy
And my wallet's fat as hell
I keep my
then
With my niggas finna pull up in a sprinter van
Hit a drive by hit em thru the curtains man
Got a dirty ass K call me dirty man
Runnin’ down
blanket
In the basement of the morgue of Laretto hospital,
The silver teeth of a man killed by a jealous wife!
I wasn't always an old maid.
I didn't
blanket
In the basement of the morgue of Laretto hospital,
The silver teeth of a man killed by a jealous wife!
I wasn't always an old maid.
I didn't
In this materialistic world
We've been programmed to always want more
Well you know what I say
Not anymore
I may be only one man
But I'm a man
In this materialistic world
We've been programmed to always want more
Well you know what I say
Not anymore
I may be only one man
But I'm a man
check it, exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's
homie and
That's when your a one start to move like a foe move
But we play by the old rules
My blessing are my blessings
Whats for me ain't for you
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