Lyrics:
now
Dirtied and bloodied my hands (Heh)
I could never make amends (No)
Dirty money, got the bands
Dirty money, got the bands
Who? What? How much? He
know what I mean, in the ring, that's a different story)
In the right hand corner, wearing black trunks and a throwback jersey
Black hat, and black
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the false ID
To get DVD's and big screen
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
Breaking bread with my gang, if they want the loaf then I like the crumbs
They gon' need this shit on DVD, BRB
Heard that bitches outside wanna see my teeth,
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
screaming in hell
No such thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
Backyard, half-chared ribs on a rack
Back-road running, getting dirty on the track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go
are clean
My sneakers are clean
My shirt is so clean
My jeans are so clean
My hands are so dirty
Cant wash your hands when your hands are so dirty
Blood
Anne, feared by one and all
Not sailed by man
The wind picked up, she slipped her chains
The luff pulled taught on the main
The sky turned black, it
the gun to sin
Like an angel with the dirty wings
Tainted by tastes of the soul
This is another level (I need to love)
Deep in black roses
Dateless
the nerve to make it happen through rapping
DVD:
They ain't gettin' no passes
Boot straight up their asses
Started sensing a pattern
Black lives never
Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed
Sleep in a cot'-picking Dirty South bed
Dirty South girls gimme Dirty South head
Hand me down flip-flops, hand me down
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all
that handing grasped by bloody hands. see, it's the
cimarron condition of slabs and remnants, pepper
sauce on gristle, throb and grind, and all
robbers
We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Fancy delicatessens, and the world's best
Liar, dirty liar (Dirty Liar)
Dirty liar, dirty liar (Dirty Liar)
Written by Fabio Gomez
cdapted by Margaret Johnson
lips
Slap dips, support domestic violence
Beat your bitch's ass while your kids stare in silence
I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen really dust smoking?
Said a deals still a deal even with a dirty dealer
Said a deals still a deal even with a dirty dealer
Said a deals still a deal even with a dirty
rosy man
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his
Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed
Sleep in a cot'-picking Dirty South bed
Dirty South girls gimme Dirty South head
Hand me down flip-flops, hand me down
[Chorus]
If you're into S & M, baby, you can hurt me
If you like going down, do me like a Slurpee
Do you like it dirty? Baby, come and serve me
ee-yar)
There's a Chinese man trying hard to flog you moody DVDs
You know? You've seen the film, it's black and white, it's got no sound
And a man's head
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