DIRTY!

Come in the backroom Backing up like, I don't give a fuck Gotta move the bricks, bands So I could get the truck What up with it, buddy? Side Uh, dirty (dirty) Money, I'ma make you look dirty, poke it out Funny how the world caught up with me (yeah) Heard them pigs in New York don't fuck with me Sheeple (sheeple) Keep it transparent, y'all see-through Help me out Mama used to bump Grizzy, no Beatles Big man tried to get a seat from the Eagles Karma In L.A. With that bookie playing contra Nasty You gon' meet the fist like Arthur (uh) Lost crew with the cops, I'm Lana Two cigs, Big Pun and Fat Joe, they twins Pull it out, get to mumbling like Sims And I don't need twenty niggas to defense Dirty Get low Huh? Get low Uh, uh Fuck Better have ten not nine, nigga, we Dawg, look at these niggas Grind my teeth how they spit so much filler (for real) Wannabes used to wanna be wiggas Same wannabes wanna be killers, mh-mh Weak-ass rhymes (weak), weak-ass lines (weak) Same old synths, them weak-ass slides (facts) Fresh carpool, this lane all mine (uh) Already lapped, can't nobody get by Who you gon' call when the trends all die? (Ayy) Niggas follow, I been walkin' my path the whole time (yeah) Shit hurts worse when you deep in the grind Out on bail like Pac in the prime Style so slutty, even you gotta try it (what else?) My shit, yeah, big drum on the .9 (what else?) When you spit subs, you doin' your own time And you can't it get back, niggas know I ain't lyin' Huh Huh