Lyrics:
I'm just as dirty as crooked as the name be
You see the clothes see the style but you ain't never see
The working of a man that hustle up by any means
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
it list
This my f it list
This my f it list
This my f it list
Came up martin tommy cole
Man i stilla beat down gina
She got a lil thicker lately
Yeah
the Bengals playing
Back when I was basic aint think they a feel it
Made plays by the vacant was just me & Willis
We had more O's in it than Lenny Williams
Hop
who's moral and honest
Say you're half there when I'm fully unconscious
But have your dirty pictures of the fallout of trauma
Cheap Mr. Williams, handle
Vanzetti spoke both day and night,
Told the workers how to fight.
I'll tell you if you ask me
'Bout this payroll robbery;
Two clerks was killed by
the crimes now
Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now
'Cause I'm knee deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats
For
the crimes now
Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now
'Cause I'm knee deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats
For
I met my love by the gas yard wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty Old Town dirty Old Town
I heard
I keep the big choppas
No disrespect
Niggas killed big poppa
The williams sista
Ro9meo from steve harvey
Got the drop
Get the drop no please sorry
Got
(bitch) I been all by my lonely
Don't sleep lil baby, wake up, hey
You gotta eat baby, get your weight up, hey
But if you bad then I might break the rules,
And come on and tell me twice
Written by Shaun William Ryder / Paul Anthony Ryder / Mark Philip Day / Gary Kenneth Whelan
Published by London Music /
And come on and tell me twice
Written by Shaun William Ryder / Paul Anthony Ryder / Mark Philip Day / Gary Kenneth Whelan
Published by London Music /
Only one team will be able to
Destroy them, an even greater team
A super powered force
Yes, a veritable army of the
Most deadly villains alive
And by
to the fuckin' Birdman like a lug
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million-heir to the throne
Goin'
to the fuckin' Birdman like a lug
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million-heir to the throne
Goin'
Ghetto bird word
'Cause I keep the big choppas
No disrespect
Niggas killed big poppa
The Williams sista
Romeo from Steve Harvey
Got the drop
Get
Dirty Old Town
I met my love,
By the gas works wall.
Dreamed a dream,
By the old canal.
I kissed my girl,
By the factory wall.
Dirty old town,
it
You're mad wack on a Mic but you swear that you ripped it.
(Chorus)
1900s Bert Williams got poetic on a track;
Then the Harlem Renaissance put
How u make money when it don't make sense How you break it down when this shit too dense
Got my hands dirty so I had to rinse God don't like dirty so
history
A legend you define me
Don Makaveli bitch bow down to Death Row
Fuck what you say we untouchable
Now that we done shook Doc Dre
He ain't made a beat
on the Eiffel-Eiffel Tower-Tower
I need a beat-beat
Doing-doing dirty, I'm your-your thought
You're bein'-being taken-taken, the musical boom
I'm in-fil-traiting
on the Eiffel-Eiffel Tower-Tower
I need a beat-beat
Doing-doing dirty, I'm your-your thought
You're bein'-being taken-taken, the musical boom
I'm in-fil-traiting
Shootin' shit like I'm Clay
Shootin' shit like I'm Kirk
And I keep her dirty
And we up by 30
Clean the money, it was dirty
Out the mud, I was dirty
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