And every time I'm with you, I'm smelling nothing but baby poop You got WIC food stamps, and ADC Why you still fucking with me, you dirty scoundrel And
to struggle ya heard me Me and my niggaz in the course and we constantly dirty Constantly dirty, constantly dirty Constantly dirty, constantly dirty Constantly dirty, constantly dirty Constantly dirty, constantly dirty
on You gonna die anyway, life don't last long We still feelin' pain from the last song Shit, we still feelin' rain from the last storm Homie either
Cleveland and Sirita was clean Now I'm explorin, the world around me very much learnin And a, nurturing phase and a, lurchering phase God with dirty people
in california Shake your body Like a brokin washing machine Get you clean Then dirty again Shwayz on the airwaves Rayban shades Stay chillin on my face Like oil of olay Mo money
eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money
, in the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money
like 'Black Hawk Down' I ain't playin with you motherfuckers (RAAAAAAID!) I'm sprayin you motherfuckers If gettin money is a crime, then I confess Ain't about money
believe I got to get my money, yeah I got to get my money, yeah You got to get yo' money, yeah I got to get my money, yeah Man, I refuse to let these
beat Girls are loud, all the journos in heat Write such good stories, oh, their mothers must be proud Making money of your insecurity and doubt Girls are not meant to fight dirty
So you tell me every year Mine host Thenardier He was there so they say, At the field of Waterloo Got there, it's true When the fight was all through
run On heavy, heavy fuel My life makes perfect sense Lust and food and violence Sex and money are my major kicks Get me in a fight I like dirty tricks
last night that tried to rape us Will these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in Vegas I'm a boss playa death before I let these bitches break us Last
and they ain't Kathie I got money and I ain't happy Chick bout to have a baby And I ain't the daddy I used to get my dough dirty Now I dough and slaughter
to my patna Mean Green, I can do dat I still throw money at my shows, I can do dat You still look funny wearin' gold, you can do dat I stopped wearin' gold last
get dirty money bitches know with ciroc on my rada on the stage gettin it with nicki ricky rozay and flo rida i rock maris with the money ball like stoudemire
fuel Heavy, heavy fuel My life makes perfect sense Lust and food and violence Sex and money are my major kicks Get me in a fight, I like the dirty tricks