living in a dirty world, dirty girl Nothing's for free in the dirty world Dirty world, dirty girl And she's a dirty girl Living in a dirty world Dirty world, dirty
for free in the dirty world Were livin in a dirty world And shes a dirty girl Livin in a dirty world Dirty girl Nothings for free in the dirty world (Dirty
Übersetzung: Dope. Dirty World.
help but reminisce back when we slung drugs, know it's bad but all we had was our hopes and dreams Couldn't see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends
don't move! - It's dark, I might panic; Jus' sit still! - I mean it - goddamn it! [gunshot] My back against the world! - Fuck the world, I kill 'em all
: [Chorus:] I take grams of coke, Mix it with lactose, that's what I do! Streeetcchh... I make a ounce of dope With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm
me looking down Country boy making noise world lookie now Might just throw some D's on it I got move to make On time with these dope breads, my money
So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin _Fuck the World_ like Tupac I just don't give a fuuuuuck!! Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty
hear a man that sounds like me smack him and ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from.." I lace tunes, I'm out this world like Space Moons
shaggy 2 dope and violent j with hearts full of wickedtry Bitch fuck what you sayin im pluggin one in your cranium Put two in my pockets like the rhythm of my world
keep a blunt lit, holding my nuts, dark Caesar cut Throw some dough on the wood, things can be discussed I stay thirsty, grind and play Dirty Worthy like
appear on the scene In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to lean Liason for days on in Money make the world go around so I made songs to spin
Ready to take chances fuck death for jail Cuz real thugs shed blood and they hard to kill [Quanie Cash] If I sit around waiting of these world of payment
life like shakin the dice, but I buck back twice like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay Chorus: repeat 2X I'm strickly dressin dirty dirty Gone represent
my ride So I hide the brick of weed under the arm rest, under the leather And thinkin of startin ways to make my life a little bit better than the dope
her The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker, beats by the layers, of music right here to please you, but if ain't that dirty then patna see
