a problem" They're buffing the trains the same days the graffiti writers bomb 'em Who split how many freaks on box cuts of a high road bellow? Heads
that's what I am Hundred percent, g'eah g'eah what [E.S.G.:] A new year I pop champagne, and let the guns rain But don't forget these dirty ass niggaz
like this bro But you know the girl done put me out again man I gotta get this job thang goin Monday I just need somewhere to chill for a couple of days
and hit the road on me This house is mad, I'm almost solo Too many nights kicking backup in the street clubs ... and vip with the... girls I can explain what this dirty
I'm Heaven bound to this (To the next city, a pity, twenty more shows Twenty more days in stank and dirty clothes A young brother get along when he out on the road
longer road I dust off my shoes and my dirty clothes So you heard I'm back town Tellin' all your friends I'm making millions now Got a car and a new
Bank account not pitty amounts Bud by the pound Smoke a mothafuckin' ounce A mean ass crib All digital studio And some down ass hoes for the road I want
me please I'm so sick of motherfuckers, steady capping up in my face Cause they got, a little cheese I'ma be on my way, to pay one of these days Ready
ain't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) Could you tell me where you run to (When the LAPD see you ridin' dirty dirty dirty
in the summer breeze Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees And drink with my friends In the Hammersmith Broadway Dear dirty old drunken Delightful old days
't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) Could you tell me where you run to (When the LAPD see you ridin' dirty dirty dirty
account not pitty amounts Bud by the pound Smoke a mothafuckin' ounce A mean ass crib All digital studio And some down ass hoes for the road I want it
listenin to the Dirty South trillionaire ('naire) Keepin it trill in there, been here and he's still in there (there) Pay attention, it's the beginnin of a new