Lyrics:
A plane dash for a crush, forever got you itchin'
99.95, 30 day paint jobs
Got niggas ridin' round lookin' like a junk yard
You need to pull a check,
love you so much, oh
You curse my name
In spite, to put me to shame
Hang my laundry in the streets
Dirty or clean
Give it up for fame
But I still
took em by surprise
Niggas throw 30k on that dirty dancer just in one night
I think she doing alright
50k on that dirty dancer just in one day
Got
of the rap, makes your hands clap
Take care of myself because the lines are strapped
Day mean business, no time for play
If you bite a line, we'll roll
Neglected by your mama,
Abandoned by your dad.
Molested by your uncle,
Girl, your story's really sad.
You had eating disorders.
You got
Refugees yo.. all you say
Dirty Dirty Dirty South
I used to play while at the YMCA, in L.A.
Sold my first A-K
I saw her man get murdered
Sweet water, hidden river
Flows right by my place
Life is slow, fishin's good
That's how I spend my days
I've got a sun-browned local lady
She hails
the first dose of methadone.
I'm out of dope so I threw away all my rigs.
Day two. I can't believe it's been two days without junk.
F***ing smack, it just
south side.... dirty dirty.... south side.. ahhhhh
CHORUS:
It's the dirty south, it's just the dirty south,
It's the dirty south, the dirty south,
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
If you ain't know what we 'bout,
That's dough, (Dough) That's dough, (Dough)
All day, I be counting (Counting)
Dirty, don't you know that I be
I’m hooked on you just come on over
And I can’t tell no lie I’m far from sober
I need you day by day
(By day)
I need you day by day
(By day)
And each
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
Oh, oh, oh
It's hard times
We strugglin', tryin' to get by, tryin' to get by
Tryin' to get by, whoa, whoa
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always
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
King C in the Booth man
Aye here me out on this one
You did me dirty
You did me dirty
My homies warned me but I ain't think that you would hurt me
green
Stacks and piles
Of shoes by the doorway
You couldn't keep it to one
Different times different days
There are some household rules
Gosh you're
I've always knew that
I'd not be the one that
Be left alone to weep
'Cause this day I find
My friend is inside
My own mind and
Soul to keep
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
(keep going)
Two days in Napa Valley, I'm eating saganaki (damn)
I'm riding dirty through the traffic, took the matte Ducati
I get impulsive, if I want
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
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
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