Lyrics:
the gist, better give some suck
You changing your planet, you need you a truck
The shit that I'm planning, you shit out of luck
Hands get too dirty, I'm still
the one, you are the one
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips
Shakin' your ass all on my dick
I get aroused by them sexy lips
'Cause you are
on me time for all that cash we wasted
Books and housing fees
I'm feeling old at twenty three
I'm weirded out by young ass hoes
They never seen a dvd
My
Passin' niggas with pants saggin'
With they hand on a black Magnum
To clap him backwards
So their last words is, "Kcuf meht nmad saggin"
That's
Who’s that? Get back, draw for the MAC
That’s right, that’s an Esco lyric
But right now I’m possessed by Esco’s spirit
(Headshot) Will have a nigga
hands hidden by vines
And we sip from the wine like kisses from poisoned lips
See the blind can only lead the blind into the abyss
Word to the massive,
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
Dirty minds
They're banning books in FLA
They're concealing Michelangelo
Behind a piece of black tape
Ah hide it from the kids
Art's a dangerous
on the street, gettin'
Smoked like brands, son
So I stay dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' their lips
(woo)
Cause they seen
up by the white man
The dirty, rich and powerful came up with a master plan
Sold us drugs and fucked us up, cuffed up my fucking hand
They let me live
crib
She was musty
Got a lil thang from my hood
And she busty
Lips so smooth
Plus the ones by her bun B
Pussy gotta hold
Like a vice grip Scrunchie
Every
ourselves
Die from the sicknesses if we
Don't seek the health
All eyes be my witness when
I speak what's felt
Full house on my hands, the cards I was dealt
It's a dirty world but it still spin
You can't do nothing about it but try to live in it
It's a cold world
Surrounded by lies but it's time for
ain't help me with shit
Just know that money talk and that bullshit walk
Best to believe it
I'm riding solo in the whip
Black and mild that's on my lips
exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm
And hand-held flame-throwers.
The poor and underprivileged are raped and tormented
By leaders who
a salt shaker)
Maybe we can talk later (maybe we can talk later)
I'm dirty Murph, I got a lot on my mind
Like funeral line booty's got a lot of behind
Form guerilla hands to pick me up by eight
It was a sweet night, the weed gates don't stay open late
Check my bank roll, remove the tints
? is pet charm,
Wait hold up, kill it
Motherfuckers always trying to guard me
I just wanna know if they ripping my routes off
You a lil boy, I can tell by the big
boots by your little bare feet
Let it out, tell me right now
Everything I need in them white cotton sheets
Dirty dance me slow in the summertime heat
Ooh wee
Take a sip with me
Faded
Take a sip with me, faded
Take a sip with me, faded
Your lips on me now
I can see you now with your hands on me
Come with me to a place by the sea
If your ship breaks down you can always find me
Dirty J chillin' underneath the shady tree
My fans are always
Well come with me to a place by the sea,
If your ship breaks down, you can always find me,
And Dirty J chillin' underneath the shady tree,
Our fans
When our back's against the wall, we bang our way out
I'm in the gettin money mode, livin by the street code
Bout to have, every corner of this rap
wrong?
'Fore I paint the picture (better read the scripture)
Here come the Grim Reaper, he in a pair of black Dickies
Life is such a dirty game as you
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