Lyrics:
payback for everytime they did me dirty
This is payback for everytime they tried to hurt me
This is payback for everytime they hate a song
This is payback
out by the bonfire
Just some good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
Throwin' down, in the dirty dirty
out by the bonfire
Just some good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
Throwin' down, in the dirty dirty
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
dirty little naughty parts
Giving every guy a thrill
And surging the beat of every heart
Then a kinky song started to play
And she winked to say come
rap
This bubble gum
Lemme pop my shit
Lemme pop my shit
Come on
Mary had a little lambo
You know I used to hit it on the low
When she cumming she don't
gangsta shit?
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E
So fresh, so clean, back with Stankonia, Dungeon
1995 i'm old
School hating Tom-guy, alright
Tom: yeah!
Tom: Oh shit, hey let's all
Say some dirty words
Everyone say "fuck!", everyone say
"shit!",
nobody bodied me
Don't accept my apology
Stop chasing props niggas, top niggas march
By the cops, followed hot blocks
They pop niggas i ain't one of you
fucker (Still thuggin)
You know The Outlawz in this bitch (hahah.. it's on)
[Napolean - Verse 1]
Once again
Another fat nigga fried
Do a drive-by if you
raw
Me I'm so ghetto, I'm oh so hardcore
I'm down by law, this style ya never saw
I give 'em just a little then watch 'em fiend for more
Yeah, they want
This is the fourth by the four
'Please, Please Me', 'With The Beatles'
'Hard Day's Night' that's three
Now'beatles For Sale'
The young men
Yeah
Ye yeah
Path to riches and I dash
She only pop it for a real man
Know a wasteman gon' be mad yeah
But I dont really give a damn yeah
Yeah
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
dirty south florida water general chicago nigga cemetery
the consensual validity of gone off in the muck,
spread all out with style but no
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
Ay, pop a perky
My sprite lookin' dirty
Poppin' 30's
Your bitch gettin' flirty, yeah
Have no mercy
Mosh-pit gettin' sturdy
My cup is dirty
Ay, we
with common patriots
The parody plastered every red brick in site
Where had to keep his plights from ticking
I'm slipping my key and whim dim by dirty
y'know?
Teach 'em a little somethin'
Pick you up, off your feet like a forklift, but instead it's the four fifth
Ragu red, your brain leakin' them
JC
Raver, dirty little raver
You're jus a raver, a
Dirty little raver
Raver Raver
Dirty little raver
You've got no sauce yeah
You've got no flavour
on 30 on 30 on 30 on 30 on 30 I'm a pop me a 30 on 30 on 30 on 30
On 30 on 30 Pop me a 30 on 30 on 30 on 30 on 30
On 30 on 30 Need me a 30 on 30 on 30
On the grind still trying still flying birdies
That stuff still in ya cup still driving swerve
Ridin dirty like the vehicle inside the derby
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