Lyrics:
The way you look At me Girl I no what's up
Aye yeah
All her friends are dead She be standing on'em dancing
Doing dirty dance she don't wanna be romantic
No
gold and I'ma get it on my own
'Cause if a nigga really focused you can't get him out his zone
If you niggas open eyes then it should come as no surprise
(I need to talk to Mike Laury)
(Hello? This is Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(This is the sound)
Please don't get amazed by all these
Rubbin elbows with the wrong folks
Makin kin breach they skin
Secretaries terminated after seein the boss pack fudge
Dirty men need to do more than
unstainable
I chew rocks
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty
I'm the real Dirty Dan
I'm the real Dirty Dan, nigga yeah
5AM, got the engine running
Told 'em that I'm here to come
And burn rubber
Amen, boy, they
Dear lord
I've been sinnin Sinnin sinning sinning
Gold teeth
I've been grinnin grinning grinning grinning
Cheat code
I've been winnin winning winning
Yo what up juve' baby what's happenin' baby
MIA dirty play h Town connect
What's been goin' down up there
(Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow)
Ain't
don't fuck with me got on my flow
Fucking on mamí but she ain't a hoe
Destined for greatness I'm going for gold
J3 the candidate going for goat
Yeah yeah
What about the shit you put me through Im starting to go mad
I'm back again the only thing I lost was time
You got me fighting dirty for the gold
It's a check
Iced out gold chain (chain)
Frostbite numb the pain (numb)
I can't stand 'round (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't be the same (never)
and gold fronts
With sacks they post up
You know we be watchin
Thinkin they got it crankin
Playa we got it poppin
Now bitin over dirty work, that ain't cool
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
ain't good as your old shit
'Til your new shit is your old shit, son, in this sun, let me get some
I wear this 24 karat solid gold rollie for my son
niggas going to fold
Grind by any means that's just what I was told
Used to be broke now my body full of gold
Full of gold
Now my body full of gold
heart has been drained
By the shadow in the waiting room
When all the lies that you're told
Taste like honey and gold
And all the love from your heart has
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
royal eye treat em like gold
Cherish em, and live by the code
Hidden treasures yeah it's deep in ya soul
Cold World, still the Sun Glow
Rented vessels,
the boss pack fudge
Dirty men need to do more than bathe, huh
How's about burned at the stake
Like the rest of those Sodomites
Even though you had
talkin' 'bout cheddar
Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
said and I
Hoped that you would believe and
Rise up from the ashes, but now
You've been beaten down
By the dirty south
So, let's give a crown
feat. Don Dirty
[Hook]
I feel like you can't stop me now, drop me now
Women wanna watch me now, jock me now
I feel like you can't stop me now, they
a nigga like an autograph
I stash trees by my balls like ornaments
Let 'em know I'm 'bout to win this motherfuckin' tournament
They givin' away a gold
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