get away from this K, nigga I don't play V.L. got street sweepers, 9 millies All us night creepers, actin silly Dirty 30's, AR-15's Nose dirty, totin
Verse 2) Fuck all that assholin nigga lets beef Remember I'm the one that said 'take it to the streets' Twerk somthin, handle up nigga, shake somthin Got a K
I had to spank a nigga believin what a bitch say Like K.C., I don't play Spin a nigga bin everyday A hundred round drum on the K Leave ya set a straight
gettin caught up in my paper chase Ya' feel the deal gettin caught up in my paper chase Go out the way 'for my pockets to be nice and fat I tote that K
I keep a chopper under the medium Hilfiger I throw back punks, comin' out trunks to kill niggas I spill niggas, on the real nigga I gets dirty ??? ??? area ???? ???? dirty
top droped Got ya baby mama hot Beggin me to stop but I'm a rock star Look wat I got for her sum dirty south nutts In her dirty south mouth she a dirty
up out that cell nigga stay in it It's not a game only got one click we Outlawz from the do' Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin the flo' We dirty
now legit list So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me No baby momma drama, ni**a miss me, why plant seeds in a dirty bi**h, waitin to trick me
s check out time nigga Hey call up Kurupt, call Daz room (hey there bitch, where Suge at nigga?) Call Suge, call all the niggaz tell em to meet me downstairs (Where K
Bust off his dildo, killin (?) and keep mobbin G It ain't no problem (?) funk off (?) blow down punks with my sawed off Bust they dirty-ass drawers
chest, my tools and my piece Thug Life motherfucker gotta me runnin' from the police Nigga, you know that's true Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin wit
dollar snot box on cee-lo, f**k eighth I need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state Got the drop on the spot, movin pounds of weight f**k my fate
all those suckas dead We on the scene, I must admit, Hoop Phi's drunk They started slamin' those dreads like a power dunk I mean, blastin' and crashin', K
big cheese Flip soft, whip that, Rick Ross rip that Khaled go hard dawg, talk to em Paul Wall [Chorus] [Pitbull] It's Mr. 3-0-5 A.K.A Mr. Snort yay,
can never smile the same Trigger finger is itchy, it'll take a while to tame Detroit is hella Dirty but the Dozen can fix it Resist and a biscuit will
jumped for free Yeah, buddy, laugh is funny, I have the money To have you killed by somebody who has nothing I pass bluffing, pass the K, while Lets
to pay up when the bodies catch the spray up Evil that's still in these streets still won't allow me to put the K up When the dope don't weigh up, these
yo momma I am. I'm the freaky dick brotha on the give it up to, For those who Know of me, this is erotic poetry. Now I'm the K-I-S-S-I-N-G-B-A-N-D