Lyrics:
Fuck anybody who did me dirty
I fucked up and trusted who wasn't worthy
We been tryna get it round the clock but all my niggas 7:30
It's clear
Mr. Potato head
You gonna make me kill this nigga
You claimin' yo flow is sick?
Your mind is illa, illa
Catch me in that dirty, dirty
Feed up in that
the other day
Met this girl from around the way
She said that she's been checkin' me
She let me know she want to get with me
I told her that I had
Boots all worn and dirty knees
And we'll walk down this old road together
Yeah we'll walk down this old road together
And I've got you every day
Right
Now you can know everything in the world, sport
But the only way you're finding out that one is by Givin' it a shot
You certainly won't learn from
the gun, you die by it, boy, believe that
'Nother day, we in the set, gettin' faded
East Side Long Beach, nigga, Indians and Raiders
I'm like damn cuz,
you know handling my biz,
While you wake up by your alarm and keep begging for 5 minutes,
It's not new to you, you live it every day and wonder why you
this day, depression goes away
Fuck me up and break me down i'm falling
Fuck all your love i'm throwing up i'm nauseous
Fill up my cup with dirty mud i'm
built Ford tough
Pressure make diamonds
And I was under pressure in the rough
Started shinin'
Enough is enough
But
Dirty is what they call me
But I got
Heavenly
Blessings always dey falla me
The evil that flyeth by day
cnd the tempest at night
Cannot conner me. Screh!
I am an heir- I know who I am
I am
we gon' get by the boat, The drugs can get anything that you need
Keep poppin' these shits, I think I need a spleen My mom said I'm addict, I got
Hated by your daddy
Loved by your mama
I ride in on a llama
I can't fit in your Honda
I need a bigger model
Don't mean to start no drama
I'm
on
These Niggas know im still the same
By the sound of the tone
Thèse dirty bitches thing i made it with a couple of stones
Killing niggas Nevers got em
When I tried to get up
Well this dirty big pup
Grabbed me by the what (The what?)
By the leg and he pulled it
"Come here, me old flower"
I said then
did it purposely
Still thinkin' 'bout niggas murkin' me
Dirty money we washed that shit in the laundromat
We were trappin' on the Greenbriar by
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
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
Dump six motherfuckin' feet of dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, 'cause I play dirty the mob way (what)
You don't know?
Virginia, New Orleans, ya heard me?
All the classy ones like to act like they a virgin
And the nasty ones like when I talk to'em dirty
But I'm breakin'
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
Dump six motherfuckin' feet of dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, 'cause I play dirty the mob way (what)
You don't know?
you can't fool me
We both know who you are
Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day,
That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lake
With your
three times
Pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go on and do what you say you can do
With a steel-nosed hammer on a four foot switch
Junior High, when we was barely gettin' by, when daddy died
That's when my mama started gettin' high
My neighborhood was full of drive-by's, couldn't
can't fool me
We both know who you are
Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day,
That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lake
With your high school
on sight, or taken for a ride
By them dirty cold operator gun thugs, that roamed from town to town
A-shooting down the union men, where e'er they may be
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