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Dirty Sanchez is an electroclash band that formed in Los Angeles in 2001 and includes Jackie Beat, Mario Diaz and DJ BARBEAU. more »

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Sounds like another word
Yeah, Kirk, you gotta add your shit to this
Yo, my nigga, don't even trip
I ain't trippin'
You know we get the dollar slices for free
Yeah, too broke shit, yeah, bank rolls ya bitch
Know what I'm saying, we got them fiends 'round, all the way round the block twice, nigga

PRO ERA!

Beast Coast and we 'bout to feast this summer
Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
This dough man don't need no oven
My dope-heads they need that
Audiopium, audio
Audiopium, audio
Beast Coast fellas 'bout to feast this summer
Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
This dough man don't need no oven
My dope-heads they need that
Audiopium, audio
Audiopium, audio

Yeah, I'm about to cop some more, it's on me
Got the guap from tour
The cops circle 'round the block, know it's time for sure
Ayo, keep that shit low nigga, lock the door
This shit pop when I got the chord

And I need more money yeah, por favor
And I sell a ton can't wait, hold some more
Serve bass, got loud, got more in store
You ain't do it like I do it, you ain't popping boy

Rap, no pop, record
They got fiend by the back up cause, backing off
With the price of crack, that could crack your jaw
Then running with the packs like I pack them all

And we running like a pack of dogs
Pack the floor, the pack blast heat, leave 'em lacking thoughts
They can feel it in the streets so we tax 'em off
I gotta break 'em off a piece, and I'm blastin' off, audiopium

Beast Coast and we 'bout to feast this summer
Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
This dough man don't need no oven
My dope-heads they need that
Audiopium, audio
Audiopium, audio
Beast Coast fellas 'bout to feast this summer
Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
This dough man don't need no oven
My dope-heads they need that
Audiopium, audio
Audiopium, audio

Still adding up my epiphanies
I shall abide to apply with all my abilities
Took all my alibis, bye for they lies when they tryna belittle me
Bid on me, guess you wanna see the bitter me

Chilling with the don and yeah it's war, put a hit on me
You can smoke all you want, all you want bitch, just don't f*ck with my purp
I'm not finna work for no white man
Put that on my heart with my right hand
Latino heat, I do my dance
Watch the money roll like that's my plan
I only hang with a gang full of leaders
I earned my stripes, pledge of allegiance
F*ck all my teachers, I'm hoping you see this
And everyone else that was non-believers
Sunshine and that knife in
47 shit, for forever, shit
You ain't fucking with mine, whatever bitch

Whatever, Nyck spit sounding like Beretta clips
It's been a minute but the Era got it's members together
I'm with the world, got that notice
STEEZ, they're quick to forget, but when you back
They remember what was missing from the game
Audiopium, I'll probably be addicted forever, yeah

Audiopium
We keep the dope fiends itching
This that crack y'all been missing
Audiopium
Shoot this through your veins and take a trip and
R.I.P. King Cap, you gave us vision
Audiopium
We keep the dope fiends itching
This that crack y'all been missing
Audiopium
Shoot this through your veins and take a trip and
R.I.P. King Cap, you gave us vision

'Till my flows are perfect
I ain't tryna be a slave to grow old from workin'
Ay, sorry BADA$$, you lucky that I peeped it second
Tell them niggas keep it steppin' with they beat selection
Check the melodies, it's so heavenly
That shit to get your hipster moves but no 70's
Audi-opium, can I bust soliloquies
Got that shit mix and mastered, both remedies
Grab a spoonful, we servin' up a pot
And you know we gotta serve it while it's hot
I'm flowin' like a volcano, I'm drippin' verses off the top
Dirty cops still swervin' on the block
Lookin' for black kids, that spittin' up acid
It's in my jeans so don't worry what my pants is
Get with the script this that ignorant shit
And we bound to get sick of it quick and I ain't sealin' my lips
It's the shift, I know you feel it man
We blowin' up like a ceiling fan
Droppin' off jewels like Killa Cam's man
When it comes to kickin' verses, I'm Mr. Van Damme
Crushin' strawberry, it's the jam
So throw up both hands if you can
Ironic how I'm killin' this shit, until they bury me
My volume is going in depth with longevity
Stupid

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