Lyrics:
of that ol', that good ol'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come
the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'
yo, the whole world got there eye balls in my e-hole
And that's why I keep the lies all close by, cause currency is dirty
Especially when you got it
to the door
To you cowards in my face
I'm a treat you like a hoe
[Gangsta Boo]
Since you niggaz talkin' shit
About the dirty dirty six
Lemme see if you can
a father
Little Scarface, I’m feeling like a martyr
She just want bands baby I can’t be a father
Everything is okay, they tell me make a theme song
Really I
and say goodnight
She's a king, she's a queen, she is everything
A dirty little fucker, if you know what I mean?
She's a king, she's a queen, she is
on keeping on
Bleary eyes in beer disguise till the night is gone, yeah
Just having a ball and singing their dirty songs, alright
Pokey little puppy's all
lies" song
That's when I first saw the comedy won't stop for
Even little boys dying in department stores
So we leave town in total silence
New
her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise
need time then we'll wait
But dude you really are God's dirty little mistake
I tried to lay out the circumstances
Weigh up your fate
But dude you really
perfect
If you need time, then we'll wait
But dude you really are God's dirty little mistake
I tried to lay out the circumstances
Weigh up your fate
But
and made sure little bro was looked at
Pops got evicted, not a smack
Pumped his fists and being that I'm a ?fugiless?
The bum got done by the one
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
locked up, love pickin' the odds up
Love not comin' home, love to be boxed up
I'm from a town where kids could pop up
Little punks in garbage
the truth by the ankles
Paraphernalia in the manger
I put a shackle on the dirty paper
Kicking my feet right on top of the haystack
Pricked by a needle I must
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
nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he
kid
You stay back like adlibs, I buy, I don't ask shit, I pop shit and pop tags, bitch
This New Era be cappin', uh
Me, Sean, T off that Pusha T,
[Kyjuan]
What we gonna do about the middle, man? (Ho!)
They get it swinging, juke jumping, a little man (Hey!)
I'm from the middle man, watch dirty
little dirty niggas
That nigga P is thug enough to
Rep QB from Long Island
Hempstead niggas thug their way to the top
Man as a young gun I was
Like they
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
love,
let me touch ya from da back, hair pullin, hot wax
They won't do it like dat,
they can't do it like this,
they won't tie you by your wrist
And spank
down and dirty rude wit the body
Pop it out drop it low bring it to da floor
Pop it out drop it low bring it to da floor
Pop it out drop it low bring it
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
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