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Dirty Water Dog

Van Halen

Van Halen III

1998

No candidate would I support 
His platform could I endorse 
Another accomplice slinging dirt 
Campaign promises falling short 
I don't belong

dirt

Come out here to Californy,
Just to find me
Some pretty girls
Ones I seen
Gets me so horny;
Ruby lips,
'N teeth like pearls!

Wanna love

sent North like Larsson, mark 'em
'Cause I've got tek, Arshavin barge him
When I'm on form like Holding, hold him
Then I just Santi fold him
No, I

to take you to the Red Tide
So if you’re down to see it we can go
Dom Perignon that your Daddy bought you
And we could share a glass by the shore
Blue Waves

did or ain't commit huh

I stay so low to the ground
I know this dirt will call my name
I pray for more of the strength
That me got thru the aches

Reminiscing
Khange up the game; mark on My pivet
They internet gangstaz; ill pull Up & get em
Do it myself; you an apprentice
No saving these 'oes but still Get

with dry fish and have good smell,
I've grown into a 6-foot silhouette up in a tomb,
c dark 4 by 4 space that I like to the call the whom,
So therefore,

Green things get rolled up
Thousands in a coma from the Rona
Whites in red and blue focused who's the coldest and ya'll don't even notice
On and I got it

And if you packing lead
The hood niggas respect you
But if you lack the cred
They'll probably treat you like dirt
Met a man in red
Big homie I'll call him

cowards talking
Lots of W's, plum outta losses
Sunshine, moonshine boutta blow to stardust
DR twenty twos, can't just run it, pace chomping
Dirt off my

Swaddled in privilege
Breastfed excuses
Oxytocin released when fed by parents
All a part of the formula for propaganda
Propped up, tucked away or on display

feet
My wrist is equipped with a grapple gun
Ima sit in the dirt and get burnt by the magic sun
I'm just having fun
I wield an ancient sword I dug from

busy talkin’ church to recognize
her daughter had red lines across her arms.
too consumed by her own need to feel worthwhile,
she made her daughter feel

pride
My name is Sam and I live for the kill
Little is known about all of my skill
I drive around town and I shop for my mark
The red light district,

again
Sipping Hen
Staring at that white girl from Michigan
She was with a friend, fat ass fly ho
I went in for the kill, ASAP, pronto
So wait boo, 'fore

tonight, red-handed, I'm barely getting by without your touch
There's no one else here tonight, so why don't we touch a little, kiss a little
It's fun

tonight, red-handed, I'm barely getting by without your touch
There's no one else here tonight, so why don't we touch a little, kiss a little
It's fun

61502
by Raymond McDermott


Verse 1:
Well I guess the protest went late tonight
Whole city on fire like the LA riots
Trying to go downtown, Five-0

C-K Ride

Bloods & Crips

Bangin on Wax

1993

a product of the system

[BLOODY MARY]
Bickin' it back being bool
Yeah, that's what my homie said
Rollin' down by the boulevard finna bust a see-K
That's

our heads that we found, or
Picking up another first down
Taking them girls to the edge of town
And watching the sky turn red
On a blanket in

His woman in the dirt
Face down, ass up, doing God's work
Go native, the world is yours
(It's mine, it's mine, it's mine)
The sound of Maxim's gun still

Looking Over a City

Latyrx

Quannum Spectrum

1999

EL-P Speaking:

Is there anyone close.. by.. who can listen to this?
And who can see it.. plain as day
Look how it FALLS down
Falls down upon

unregistered clip
Family wearing blue repping for crips
You're hypnotized by my thighs and hips
You'll love the taste of that narcos drips
Red and blue lights

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by