Lyrics:
Where there's money, yeah I'm the shit honey (WOO!!!)
Hood nigga with the rubberband grip money
If I go broke I make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah
on your fucking wall, necklace-wearing bitch
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I
In my feelings
Dirty system tried to hit me with the needle, man
Always losing my people man, deceitful, man
Take your boys back to beefing man
the blood of another limb
Paralyzed
By the sins of a guilty man
Dirty hands playing God again
Bible bruised black and blue
Karma comes over due
anybody that got a question?
[ man ]
Yo, hold up
I got a question, Kid 'N Play
How come y'all don't make records about the big brown booties?
What, y'all
And uhh playas he can't give me no love
'cause I'm stuck on the corna in the ghetto
Slangin' dub sacks
And I duck when they fly by
'cause Killa
You were built up and then pulled down
Just like the old buildings in this dirty old town
You were used up and then phased out
Just like the old
with Old Dirty
I played Regulate back when Pac played Birdie
Hi there, Beautiful Idea, repeat it
To get by Mary and Meth was all I needed
Uh, I guess I
of
That same old song and dance
Make man, woman, and child gather 'round it
They weren't found dumbed
Down with Dumbfounded
When the song's poundin'
We
I see you there
Grieving for the dusty day
Say old man, you got a plan?
Man we gotta get away
She's so fine
I'll make her mine
Her pretty little face
I'll just go for a swim
Then I had this vision an awkward premonition me swimming with this dirty old man
Then less than a blessing he started undressing
Hellrazor muthafucka
Yea my trap going ham man I'm serving off the heater
Trying to do it like walmart even got a door greeter
Still whipping up
below, and into the din and the glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in
Just like a Dixie lullaby
I left home at eighteen
In a hand me down Chevrolet
Packed my mamas goodness and my old man's stubborn ways
It was
an old rag
It ain't nine to five
Down and dirty he's an old tramp
He poses like a dead man
The night train passes by Money's not the answer for princes
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
fan
Had my hoodie on and got shot
Up by a white man
Fucked my girlfriend and put some
Money on her nightstand
Couldn't find no T194 so I popped a Xan'
ain't done yet
Like I was cleared by an AED patch
Shocking little motive
Static overload energy never capped
Rocking so hard got some old stones rolling
bitch in the dirty
And hope it never end
I don't know where exactly we may land
But I know little do they know we already made it
Dreaming softly
Every
Jordan year man I'm feeling like mike
91 nigga I'm in my prime
Niggas hating but what else you expect
They know I'm coming straight for the neck
Not
Girl I'm parked outside
See the cops outside
Getting tickets, really man, I swear like not this time
Gold blades, white ice
And my dirty white Nikes
It's the truly exceptional Jan the man
Up behind the microphone stand
And like fuck do I give a fucking damn
About my supposed sicko rap brand
Fuck
gonna kill this
These bitches love the willist (realist)
Ask your pa who the man (Mannie in old man's voice)
I ain't gonna lie, he the realist
[Lil
Sometimes I think back to the old days
In the pointless conversations with the old me
Back when my mumma used to hold me
I wish somebody would of told me
If
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