Lyrics:
about tomorrow?
Hey you
Did you know you had me wrapped around your little dirty finger?
Hey could you please draw me a picture
And you might as well
This record you're about to hear
"The Original Gangster of Hip Hop"
Contains, contains explicit, dirty lyrics
Like, "Fuck, shit
Ass, bitch, your
I'm bleached
Like a john on speed
In the alley by the dirty gay club
In a city with no readily available love
My heart is blown
there's honeysuckle
Growing by the old boy's chair?
I make love from the dark till the dawn
Smack dab in the middle of a pile of foam
When I was just
(Now its music in their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down)
Take what you want, tie they
to stare
Who cares, I double-dare
Fulton [Name], pay a fare when you're comin through
Everyday I get saluted by gods on the boulevard
In my mind I know
the dirty work, dressed for respect.
Into deep, couldn't pay your way out.
Just owe him a favor, he'll use his clout.
Double crossed, hot lead delivered.
And you cursed the world that dared to pass you by
So now you blame the ones who love you for your sorrows
Dealing dirty while you steal the higher
a distant room certain things were said
As the loved one lies on the love-torn bed
And the night rolls on and by light of dawn
You're not anywhere
the dirty love
Its, not right your by yourself on a Friday night
Lost and alone you've got to bark if you want the bone
Put your hands on my cashmere
bounce, roll to the skate ya rock
Hip to the hop and ya don't dare stop
Come alive party people, gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
Wonder if you know, what you see ain't what you get. Wonder have you learned a dirty word - did you forget? 'Cause
There's talk on the street... say
[Haystak]
My minds constantly in money gettin mode
I done seen bitches flip like them Sony explodes
I came by way of a long bumpy road
Doin eighty it's all
heard me
You know Heather be , get down and dirty
It's time to start this, it's time to spark that
All my thuuuuugs
[Verse 1: Heather B]
Yeah yeah
who)
Who make dirty money (I got people with)
With taps on their phone (I got people who)
Who love to hustle on powder and pills (I got people who)
a damn who you claimin' you with
Because I know you in love every time I see yo pretty brown eye contacts
I got you grippin' yo seat
Cause I know you plan
a damn who you claimin' you with
Because I know you in love every time I see yo pretty brown eye contacts
I got you grippin' yo seat
Cause I know you
People's Magazine
The cold as water's homey don't know me
He got my name caught up in the middle of some shit like Monie Love
He even got Cupid lookin stupid
five pounds of heat yo
'Cause most of ya'll killas ain't down to beat
Spit digital depth, studio crime, shitty flow
My dirty work get you murk in my
My heart is the bums on the street
With nothing to eat and their dirty hands cupped up
My heart is the squirrels in the park
Late Sunday evening
dirty looks,
She always carried books and thought me and my friends were crooks,
You always see the bitch in the classes,
She never wore pants she wore
good hands
I'm in good hands
His hands were wounded
He gave his life
And we know by the scars how much he loves us
Chorus:
And though I
rhyme bein chopped ? when you're surrounded by lyricists
I keep my flow difficult, so they're puzzled, when they be hearin this
I rock it now, so
bumpin' the 15, night time got parlay, plucka
Plucka, in the mix now ya cocksucka,
I never leave it alone home, I love a big baked roll, in your
Face freak
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