Lyrics:
Club, Ice Cube, Master P
And since I'm movin' my yay, know I got UGK
Ridin' dirty lookin' for that high life pimp what more can I say?
I'm just
All autistic artists are lining up
With songs they can't sing, they can't sing enough
Their painting pictures of all the pictures they took
Your
about it
Choppa to the bully when we land, that choppa nearby us
Niggas be tryna stand by us, just to get they level up
He hit the baddest bitch he had
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
survivor
He never wrote the name of his drivers
And wondered that the man can deprive ya
It's there in black ink
With millions in dirty green had
I'm steppin'
Shoes get dirty all the time
I think you're crazy
Crazy to waste time
Y'know I came to play
Picture us, baby, out on tour
Picture us,
(The next day, late afternoon we are in
A populous and dirty street of London
Near Holborn a
Street of rotten tenements people
Mill to and fro
There's no revolt and no real life
But I don't understand current situation
I see the message written by someone
I see the picture drawn by someone
I saw
A cut-out picture of a sugar tart
With olive skin, a purple heart,
Concrete shoes, and it's just the start
Of bigger things unseen.
Heroes of our
Picture perfect can you pose for me
Bend it over baby touch your toes for me yeah
Lil shawty on go for me
Drop that ass down to the floor for me yeah
females by the dozen
They thought he was crazy, but he wasn't
Brothers would always say the kid don't play
Because he would have even made Dirty Harry's
holdin' long
They don't want this pressure, they don't want this pressure
Six pistols sittin' by my brick compressor
Dirty as my draws is
Knockin' pictures
head, but it helps me to sleep
So picture me in the street, by the wayside
Broken limbs, dirty mess, would it make you cry?
If you're gone, would you
away
Soak it up
Dirty Sponge
Take a dive into the deep end
Summer Grunge
Don’t grow up
Embrace the plunge
Every night feels like the weekend
raised it off the farm
Home-grown, thick, dirty
My family feud dudes who pack 2's on survey
Jersey and house
Gun like an elephants snout
Pull ya
Home grown, thick, dirty
My family feud dudes who pack 2's on survey
Jersey and house
Gun like an elephants snout
Pull ya ambulance out
Ya whole team'll
and walked back to
The house to eat, yeah
And mama hollered out the back door
"Y'all, remember to wipe
Them dirty feet!", yeah
And then she said "I got
Some
people take pictures
With expensive cameras
Through dirty windows
Of foreign cars
Divide by eight, multiply by five
Playing with a calculator
I'm
to understand the whole
How much more on this lane will I take until I decide to fold
Am I controlled by the illusion of fate
Dispersed in sections of my
shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
Faggot, fuck fuck
High five won't you give me yo soul
Drive by
Do the dash
We giving and go
Yea we sweeping the flo
Do the dirty work
Put on a show
Anything
a road play bap bap you
Beat so unbrand just call me
Uptown beveling Jerry look at my
Brother's spike no talking
Bring alders on pass by your house
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like i said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
to come and dirty your soul
You see the haters get the genitals
Back up off the minerals
Rolling with the general and high off that medical
Rolling all
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