I'm asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had to go Now everytime I hit that wood I blow smoke in the sky I know you closer to cloud 9 my boy
Übersetzung: Dirty. Reißen.
bags Dirty minds, dirty thoughts, dirty mutherfucking past Dirty fingernails with all this dirty blood upon my hands In these dirty fucking streets buying dirty fuckin grams Dirty deals, dirty deeds Dirty
shot they ain't gangsta, they turn into corporate niggaz You die if it's rated R If it's PG-13 you leave with a scar R.I.P. to Troy and Bags, big shout
I need you to be baby (I'm going be good to you) And I'll make you feel like OHH MY GOD [50 Cent:] I'm a 360 nigga, 730 all the way dirty I got that
1] I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine I run from one time, fuck a pig, ya dig? I go to war with one nine I work, you see mine, But I ain't never
Cent] I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine I run from one time, fuck a pig, ya dig? I go to war with one nine I work, you see mine, But I ain't
wit rocks Cause I think not, I pop shots, I double what y'all got Ya hotshots aint got blocks, ya punta muchacha From the days in school, now a motherfucker rule And I
like Papa Smurf, I'm like Papa Bear I'm just looking for a queen, so I can rock her ear Tell her P. Tone in here, I got her locked this year [Chorus:
east atlanta Mr perfect I'm mor dan a rapper valcum sealer sour n wrapper I'm not your average artist I'm perfect hundred I'm flawless I'm wilt cham baby I
wash your dirty ears with some 409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I
I represent from LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I get down I get down here in LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I parley I parley here in LA
makes you say I'm sorry And things like I'm not goin nowhere It's somethin bout the P-U-S-S-Y That keeps brother in check, even I Even if you was a pimp
me...Seriously? (Huh!) (S-W-I-F-...T K-A-R-A-T-...E C-H-O-P...swift karate chop) (Huh!) (S-W-I-F-...T K-A-R-A-T-...E C-H-O-P...swift karate chop) How
I procede with caution My whip crack fast all you niggas is horses Randy Moss', I play when I wanna Nut check, gut check, cause I say what I wanna
here to over yonder I know you nothings wonder How I-B-N I bump chump When you try to hold me under, I ponder And learn from these ways I live Live from
tony I'm the frozen one. Of children in I'm the golden one, on pictures I'm the posin' one You need to backup wodie san, since i might come for you to see I