Lyrics:
laugh til I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
In a dirty bitch, waiting to trick me, not the life for me
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So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
In a dirty bitch, waitin' to trick me, not
only got one click we Outlawz from the do'
Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin the flo'
We dirty as the motherfuckin'' streetz of Jerz
We
Wise Intelligent poor Righteous Teacher
Snowgoons dirty Jerz, Germany connect
This how's 'bout to happen
Sick of them trick turn insignificant talk
wanna know, every God damned thang about us country folks
Collard green dreams, eat it up, 'cause we got some more
Put some dirty South, real deep until
drama, let me talk to you mami
Maybe you could come to Dirty Jerz, New Jeru, witcha crew
You bring that ass, I'll bring the brew
And hit some
you's a hoe, you's a hoe Mystikal!
I pack ya up like there's nothin' to be
Down like a street, steady re-loadin' my weapon
Like a brass knuckle, and my
Hurt his pride but he swallowed it (Okay)
Dirt is all that he spotted
And in the dirty south where bodies pilin' up
So high, they block the birds
premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at
Y'all amateurs act like hoes affendin us
We're special eders
Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at
why'all amateurs act like
Yo M. C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M. E.th on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island
cin't no player like a dirty south player
Cause them dirty south players rolling big
cin't no player like a Midwest player
Cause them Midwest players keep
dirty Camaro
He drew a heart on that back filthy window
So she could see him as she waved goodbye
Said she'd come back when he was finally sober
She
And you got some big titties wit a matching ass
With ya fly-ass boots or ya open toes
When ya get on the flow (nigga throw them 'bows)
Dirty South mind
and the cigarillo is for the kush
If you want it we got it 'cause there's not a product we don't push
We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we filthy
So
crew, c'mon
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Dirty Jerz, wettin' the set, with no sweat and Moet
If you want the Treach, there's no dick with no lickin'
For you
in this club so duck y'all haters,
We rollin' deep in this club so duck y'all haters,
I got that dirty south wit me, I don't give a --!
I got that
jni i ditt örhål direkt från malmö stad
Ingen ingen e sjukare än jag
Jni i ditt rövhål i dirty south
Jag brukar flörta med tjejer men
Det brukar störa
from that dirt road
Dirty crown and a dirty throne
Off days never heard of those
Tapped in like a chirp phone
South Park that's my birth home
Judge me by
B-R.... Bahamas, plus Cuba,
L-A to V-A and even Vancouver.
Hey yo, I be the Young N-O to the B-L-E, last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z,
And I'm still Dirty Jerz
Yeah it's galaxy productions we gangster up in this
It's d j phish right here letting y'all know
A little something on the dirty side
In the street
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
up
If you Dirty like the South, throw 'em up, you better throw 'em up
My man Big Pun, hit 'em up
My man Joey Crack, hit 'em up
The whole terror squad
sitting on the spokes
Hit the store, to gas it up and get this motherfucker rolling
Ride it like we dirty, or we splacked it and it's stolen
Roll up all
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