Lyrics:
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Boss, Ricky Ross
It's triple C,
Color cut clarity
My gun dirty, my brick clean
I'm riding dirty, my dick clean
Jaysito because that's my name
That's my name
The Handyman
Yo doing it dirty unzipped for the show and tell
Back of the building selling clams by the half
then"
I didn't know that this damn Junk Boxed bring me one day so much pain
It breaks me every time I see it
I wanna get hella rid of it, but I can't
to the front, eight cats on the blunt
The tracks gotta pump, the rats wanna thump
We strapped from the junk, got gats in the trunk
My niggas run the V.I.P.,
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Days drift into one
It's so pretty
Traveling Wilbury's, Polly's photo fits
And this stolen car
Is loaded with junk
It's so dirty
and leather, your ride ain't hittin'
A plane dash for a crush, forever got you itchin'
99.95, 30 day paint jobs
Got niggaz ridin' round lookin' like a junk
love you so much, mmh
You curse my name in spite to put me to shame
You hang all my laundry in the streets, dirty or clean
Give it up for fame
But I
Found my love by the gaswork croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town
I heard
I stumbled on a bunch of junk of mine
In a shoebox the other night
In between cleaning up piles of messes
That I've made of my life
Ticket stubs,
games
Her Uber outside
I ain't rocking with no lames
Party all night
Till the night turn to day
They looking for fame
When they mention my name
Went
these Junks inside
It's not that matter, Hey
Why I'm just (ha) Stuck in There
I couldn't find any perfect stay
Why I'm always stuck in there
By now I've
to play through all the day cause
I'ma stay planted like a red oak tree on Arbor Day
And arbitrary authority's in the man who's recording this
So there is
Yo ham, whassup, man?
Whassup, be-Down?
Ain't nothin' man, what you think 'bout all them fellas
Out there talking junk about you, man?
Oh, you
This is the thirteenth day of waiting, the second long weekend
These liberties you've taken, have got to end
This distance you've been keeping,
back to USA
Oh junk mail and bills in a letter box
Out on the line are my dirty socks
Had to jump the fence and break my lock
Yeah
Oh my God I'm
Put drop tops in my face
I put trap house in my safe
I got more from where my way
Ain't nobody is safe
I keep marbles in my chain
I got junk food so
in their barrels and their bunks
As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their junks
Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone
I've always knew that
I'd not be the one that
Be left alone to weep
'Cause this day I find
My friend is inside
My own mind and
Soul to keep
I've always knew that I'd not be the one that be left alone to weep
'Cos this day I find my friend is inside my own mind and soul to keep
This
Liar, dirty liar (Dirty Liar)
Dirty liar, dirty liar (Dirty Liar)
Written by Fabio Gomez
cdapted by Margaret Johnson
the dirty south [2x]
[Redd]
Down south ladies throw brawls right in your way
Man I love to rock ice just to brighten your day
[H.A.W.K.]
Down south all you
Ah
Days drift into one
It's so pretty
Travelling Wilbury's, Polly's photo fits
And this stolen car
Is loaded with junk
It's so dirty
He'll be
and leather, your ride ain't hittin'
A plane dash for a crush, forever got you itchin'
99.95, 30 day paint jobs
Got niggaz ridin' round lookin' like a junk
in the day
All that's left is the hell we've created
Now to live in truth and say
Love don't live here anymore
A steadfast creation
By the power
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