fine? The kicks and luxury wine but it?s dirty Don?t you think that should?ve been swell? Run around movin? so well but it?s dirty You?ll find out you
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slack 'Cause she playing me like she was all that A bitch can be your best friend talking behind your back (yeah) About who's fucking who and who's
You Weren't Around Since I Was A Young Girl I Kept Us Related I Don't Trust So I Won't Get Let Down CHORUS -Tulisa- So Who (who) Could Be (be) Behind
grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new We started off with Shake Em Off so look potna oh guess who It's them boys from the bottom who took
forever Respecting the code of honor staying together It’s getting hot I think you should take off the sweater Rattle and knock all of your troops who
that's keepin the crowd movin (HAA!) Mr and the dancers, who said "Culture consumin?" Never face, he ????? ????? and strength Cos I can terminate, like a dirty
talking under they breath Hope you niggas know to put on your vest Or get a hole in your chest Who in this motherfucker Take you a guess Chorus
in tact Who in the world wanna problem with that? For real I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? Uh yea Harlem is back Who
the ranges cause they tryin to tame us, but we brainless And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous Shit I guess I ain't it You could
it right Cuz I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights [Chorus] [Method Man] I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95 South and the dirty been riding dirty since Dirty
Switch 3 (switch 3) work it side to side Switch 4 (switch 4) make it a ? ride Ya heard me [Verse 3: Nate Dogg] Guess who just stepped in the place (the
for coming out tonight Ladies and gentle men I am the president of Dirty Money Records (what the hell are you waiting for) New York City (chyea) Who
turn to salt Had nice watches, nice cars, nice bitches and rings Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things Can't relate to motherfuckers, who
worth breakin' Well I'm givin' up on love ?cause love's given up on me Now I don't hate the one who left, you can't hate someone who's dead He's out
' 'bout gold? You better double that, then double that again And still don't get sooped, my friend You think you've made it, you're just a lucky man Guess who
guess that love is a riddle.. you never listen i dont ever get my point across i washed ya dirty draws, you out with dirty broads you did me dirty dawg
The chatta nigga choo choo? Humble as a mumble in the jungles Of shouts and screams That?s the way the cracker crumbles So I guess I've got to re-route
