Übersetzung: Cross. Dirty Mind.
wanna lover) I wanna lover with a dirty mind I wanna lover (I wanna lover) I wanna lover (I wanna lover) I wanna lover with a dirty mind Some people
x1) Verse 2: I got A path that you don't wanna cross but if you do decide to cross Your wig get knocked off, I play it raw it's a dirty game, a dirty
better tighten up Before my clique start lighten up Fuckin' with me Baby salutin' niggas bittin' dust My nigga got my back thats a worry aint on my mind
just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see And in my mind I'ma blind man doin
to his lip Tell him talk that shit nowww, y'all wanna trip I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West Jus' a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and
Ca-li to New York [Verse Three: Dove] We, we, we, we regulate and cross plates, destruct ya Toss coins to distract it and we bust ya Minds blow bigger
on the wall Oh it's a dirty old business Oh ya let the hammer fall I'm not guilty - baby I'm not I can't stop this feelin' I got I'm not guilty - cross
homies just a bunch a dirty rats Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see And in my mind I'ma blind man doin
Come alive and wield you blade Scare away the hungry vultures Before it is too late, too late Hello knife safe inside my pocket A clean slate and a dirty mind
...) O (O, O...) N (N, N...) S (S, S...) [Interlude: Elzhi - talking] [echo] Damn, I think I'm goin insane I'm hearin voices echoin in my mind I can'
brains be blown You gone, nigga wrong Only out for the scrilla, thats my fetty, boss One-eight-seven ain't nothing but spaghetti sauce Cross me you
Ive got a lot to lose, but its alright I feel beautiful now And in my place A cross dressing centaur with my namesake Forgive me you must excuse my dirty mind
Streetlife and the laws, Wise Guys are never wrong Ain't nuttin' sweet, Cross pendants to dirty kronze Prepare for the worst, but if your grain don't miss Dirty
Skywalker, when I use the force Got a broad on my side when I cruise my porsche Cross state line, all drapped in shine I make minds with the tape, or
its 2..it's another trick Messin with my mind, I wake up Chase down an empty street Blindly snap the broken beats Said it's cut with a dirty trick Its
out, I like. Dressed up out the door so damn ready for one night, maybe more, I like, I like. With strobe light, hot corse, dirty minds, when you cross
cross Confront my knowledge, like Christ in front of Pontius Pilate Days of violent, standing in a haunted palace The government wants my wallet [Ol' Dirty
