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Lyrics: Ay world, this Streets 101 I'm finna give you a head for pound of J-Kwon And a quarter burn of Track Boy Music [Chorus:] Hey hey hey hey hey Now all my life (dirty), I'm livin (dirty) And I'ma keep it (dirty) until I'm gone (dirty) So where you at (dirty)? where you at (dirty)? Where they at (dirty)? Where they at (dirty)? This the new improved hoop hop I make ev'ry mu'fukka in this bi***, do the wop Dirty run his mouth til the album drop Why's that? Trak Boy beats like a free bricker Caine on the block I'm 17 name ain't the same on the block And peter knock the n***** out his frame on the block And he'll come through and let it rain on the block And all they gots to say is its a shame on the block I'm hot homeboy, don't ever get it twisted Numbers unlisted stayed in third district, for real I'm ready to get naughty, best of both worlds so Hey Shawty Show me the party, and I'll show you the coke I can show you my d*** you can show me your throat If a nigga trip, then we can show him the '4 If a niggas run up to you we can show him some mo' [Chorus] Now I wish a nigga would run up like that Man i put that on the hood I'mma strike back And niggas talk sh** but i don't like that Sayin all like Gee but I ain't write that And maybe mamma's man ain't about sh** Basically what i'm sayin dude f*** a bi*** And if I had two i'd touch a bi*** In the same breath, turn around and touch a c*** And nigga if i said it, i f***in meant it And nigga if it's rented i ain't f***in in it Track boys give me money so i f***in spend it Ya'll rollin the spreewell but not the authentics And f*** your f***in '4 and your roof clown I got sh** that'll turn your f***in coupe round You ain't heard i'm the troop now By the fact, hook gonna break it down [Chorus] Dawg It's a missile, how we drop one single Left the game now the whole world miss me Freak this bi*** like homegirl missy Like I tell them niggaz got the whole world tipsy Sick and tired of old g's tryin to gip me Goin put a lumpin in this sh** like a hicky All i say is to them dudes come get me Watch a patch of prone cause i' like a gypsy Funny how I can't loc in public, smoke in public Girl even choke in public, Got dough so that's why i'm so republic Cause hit the door, i start actin so republic I had it sent back and like i had a briccamore So you got snitched on by the cona-w**** Show us or show her ass what these guns are for Or let the priest show her mom what these nuns are for [Chorus] More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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