Lyrics:
Baby
I just wanna be
Baby
I just wanna see you
Dirty
Why you keep doing me dirty
Why you keep doing me dirty
Why you keep doing me dirty baby
Dress it up and make it real for me
Whatever that fucking means
Dirty soda in a styrofoam
Spend a day to get my mind blown
Dress it up and go
a bunch of junk that never took off
Maybe it's for the best
My pops said it best
He said it's blending in with all the rest
Time moves by and my corpse will
Money talks, listen, mmm-hmm-hmm, money talks
Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you, woh-oh
Money talks, money talks
Dirty cash I want you,
the dirty
Stuff you do to me
Tell me I should leave nearly every day
I’m not gonna do it, baby (no way)
Everybody’s saying you’re no good for me
But they
Them ole dirty clothes!
But I'm goin' to dat river
Goin' down to dat river some day
Hurry day, hurry day, hurry day, hurry!
There's a grey transparence in this city,
When it's slightly misty
And no one can run,
'Cause they spent all of
Their money on alcohol 'n junk
Neglected by your mama,
Abandoned by your dad.
Molested by your uncle,
Girl, your story's really sad.
You had eating disorders.
You got
bought
You look in my eyes, and you know
That I'm never gonna learn
Thinking one day I'll be happy
Sounds incredibly absurd
What's the verdict,
take flight
Can't think twice
Had all night to think
And by the day
I done said it's alright
No pipe
That's right
I might have to fight
But that's
should have changed them years ago
But after I was stopped by that customs beagle in arrivals
I've been laying kinda low just injecting myself out
it gyrates
I dont judge a book by how the spines shaped
But I do judge a foot by how it looks in some wine grapes
No myspace blind dates
Just blind
This house isn't a home, feels like it's barely alive.
Pre-Chorus
Each corner holds a relic of days gone by,
Broken dreams, wasted time, makes you wanna
sheet
...gettin close to the dream brudda beat by beat...
...Day by day... week by week...
...Wen it all comes together... piece by piece...
... i move
They got my number down
They know how tight to twist
One day they'll claim me
'til then I'll be here
Tic-toc the hour goes
Junk food, junk TV
the money flip the bag like a hustler
That's a dirty life, nigga that's a dirty life
That's a dirty life, nigga that's the dirty life
Making dirty money,
with the beat
Yeah Nancy, I went to church the other day
Tell you what I saw this girl twerking to the choir
I was just appalled by it
And then next
dissed, so feel my fists of fury
Sure we used to be cool and all that junk
Little fat pot belly big titty duck flip punk
With junk in your trunk like Pam
a photo for fanatics, I often demonstrate it
Rich nigga, dirty game, I'm talkin' Nick Saban
Rich reignin' every day, whiter than Dick Cheney (ooh)
Dirty
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I was drivin' an Accord cart, nominated at awards
Back in the days drivin' an Accord
Run-uhhn-uuhhn-uhhn, nominated at awards
peek
(Sweet dreams)
I've had my skull crunched 13 times
Soil where my brain is a dirty mind
Full of naughty, nursery rhymes
Poor me!
Pour me
Shootin' bullshit with my buddies
Parked down by a river bank
(Wheels) And I'm only gainin' miles in life
Heartbeat of America just make sure
That you drive
junk, all food boxes in the street Nasty dump
Chorus
The city streets are so dirty
Always causing us trouble
O yeah, you can tell when you see
Aint no
We be cum gunning sweat running, ball exploded, dick eroded
I really miss November, back then my junk was together
Recently I feel dismembered, day 15
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