Lyrics:
(bands) bands
I keep a glicky right here by my side just in case a nigga wanna fuck up the plan
I am the (What am I, I am the man)
I am the (Yeah) man
I am
window to throw it out of
Cuz the fuzz be tapping my phone lines Driving dirty with no license
Followed by one time Pull over, now you walk in the fine
oh, you didn't know ?
it's dem boys dirty, dirty
act n wit dirty, dirty
he go by that bloody, bloody
six feet deep in muddy, muddy
you neva was my buddy
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
on a positive vibe i had a long day
Keeping my money right
Right by the wrong was
Niggas hollering money they ain't
Worth a penny though no religion
My niggas
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
In the ghetto
You think life is hard
Food stamps and tore up cars
Wall to wall dirty orange carpet
Sittin' in a bucket, hopin' you can start it
Bootleggin-whiskey-rapin-black-women-and-havin-a-fat-stack-of-loot
Undercover David Duke, isn't it true
The gangster movement started long before my time
Long before the hair rag, gangster sag
Finger signs and love
I am a Voorhees, fuck all the campers
Fuck a dirty nigga we going to put them in a hamper
When I walk by niggas know it's a prance
See a fat ass
trippin', I got this 187 Proof by my side
It's finna be on
Is that right?
Yeah
But where you stayin at, man, what's goin' on?
Same mothafuckin'
and girls dancin'
[Sometimes I blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah]
I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin'
[If you're fat, hungry, dirty
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah]
I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin'
[If you're fat, hungry, dirty, and need to take a bath: go wash
rolling they hating
Patrolling and trying to catch
Me riding dirty
Trying to catch me riding dirty
Trying to catch me riding dirty
Black and yellow, black
You can tell by the way I talk, the way I walk
You want me to stop
You're mean muggin'
I'm a dirty motherfucker dream crushin'
But I clean suckas
Let
Backyard, half-chared ribs on a rack
Back-road running, getting dirty on the track
Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go
some space
You crushed the tempo
And the little kid's face
You lied to me lied to me you little black monkey
You ate those donuts, you're little fat
strap, mother fucking matte rat
Yolandi's the black rat in the rat pack you spitting you fat rap
We're rolling with jack black, when the rap stap
fuckin dinero
In a day
Fat ass shawty facetime me ambitionz on my way
Sippin champagne bitch im Smokin In a sporty lay
This aint dirty look the cleanless
killing style
Everybody talk cause we home now
Look at here boy, you'd better gone now
It used to be black but it's chrome now
If it's cocked back then it's
Getting clapped by everything is like
I couldn't give a giant fack, no slack cardiac arrest
I'm so high I'm seeing stars
Not sure if that's the sky or my
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
I don't care about the rest of her body though
She could be tall, fat, short, skinny, I don't know
But
a king on a cot
In yo moms basement
Fuckin girls on dirty mattresses
With no air vent
I got a game plan
To bring a message
To the black man
Come right
You know, when I was little, I used to
Look to my father and say, "Hey Daddy
How come them other coconuts got fuzz
On them and I don't?"
And he said
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