Lyrics:
[Bun B]
Now if you come down to this dirty south
Betta' watch your ears cause country boys talk with a dirty mouth
And they on them corners and they
Let the BandPlay
I'm 'bout to spit some fast shit
(One time for the dirty boys)
Chatham County bitch!
(yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Baby you so ill
Drink a lot more this liquor than one man probably should
Shit be doin' me dirty but god damn it feel good
Do a lot more these drugs
worse than me
In your day
Sooner or later
Everyone's heard to say that all in all
It's a great dirty world
Never safe
You're at the disadvantage
Then you
time to take no off days
I chill wit some ratchets that'll rob yo a** in broad day
I been in the city wit the dirty stick I'm ready
Nigga feel like
tires with the platinum Daytons
I'm not that B-G popping all that junk
About "I'll fuck you up," he sound like a punk
I been there and done that, no
and dreads (uh-huh)
Bounce (bounce), rock (rock), roller-skating
On them twenty inch tires with the platinum Daytons
I'm not that B-G popping all that junk
tires with the platinum Daytons
I'm not that BG popping all that junk
About "I'll fuck you up," he sound like a punk
I been there and done that, no
shack on the railway
An old moggy
The only one who replied
When he talked to the walls
Oh we didn't understand
We were fooled by the dirt on his face
always with you
By my side
Babygirl we mix it up
Dirty dope
In dirty cups
Yeah girl we're just having fun
Not giving fux
Watch how we mix it up
Angel dust
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
You take
Hello i'm Richard Roses
And I'm here to help you relax
You've been stressed out about your day-to
Day and traditional sleep techniques
Like drinking
of every moment, night and day
You think you are poor and you'd like to have more
What you've got is by no means what you need
Your neighbour, however,
If I could just get out my way
Might make it through the day
But, I procrastinate like tomorrow's here to stay
I'm runnin late so change the date
their sisters hanging from the rafters
And every dirty shade will rise rotting from its grave
Tomorrow will be just like the day after, yeah
By now
in the eastside of San Pedro Park,
I smoke a camel, the lupsia done have me sparked
This lil' broad said I'm livin' in my last days,
My mother love
that nigga too bogus
That be my motive for murder
[Twista]
I'm a survive these streets another day
I know the pain in my heart won't go away
conscience wave
I'm so lost and I've been lost for days and days and days and days and days
Feels like yesterday I lost my brother James
All this weed I'm
nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're cuttin'
The flame you cuffin'
the hill
To cut a few junks for the old stove
To keep out the cold winter chill
We had a big rock by our wood pile
For cleaving the old knotty spruce
a left up at the light
To the east I'm on the way
Then I hit a slight cut, as I ride over the Truman
Make a left at 52nd, right day by Myers, then I make
dirty money but T.R.A.P bumping in Suburban
Diamonds on my chains are finna splash
Splurging
Hopping in the whip with the bag, feel superb
Running up
Day by day
Play by play
Moons must fall to feel the rays
Sometimes only time heals pain
So the lines will change
Yet refrains remain the same
You
So you wanna be an emcee? Ok
I see you hustling with no days off
Hoping that it pays off
Doing all the dirty work
Hope you get the stains off
Trying
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