long I don't want nothing to do with you Chorus: I don't need your dirty love, I don't want you touching me I don't want your dirty love, it's enough
Übersetzung: Thunder. Dirty Love.
time, I was losing my mind There was nothin' that she wouldn't do It wasn't the first, it wasn't the last She knew we was, makin' love I was so satisfied
rain's a-gonna fall. And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared
: There was a man named Hatma Gandi He would not bow down he would not fight He knew the deal was down and dirty And nothing wrong could make it right
love you, but better feed the puzzle Them same niggas that bring you trouble We can rumble in this concrete jungle feelin' the thunder shake the ground
every time I?m with you, I?m smelling nothing but baby poop You got WIC food stamps, and ADC Why you still fucking with me, you dirty scoundrel And I?
strip, until I reach the margin Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend Locked up with dirty white
rain's a gonna fall And what did you hear, my blue eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out
: There was a man named Mahatma Ghandi he would not bow down he would not fight He knew the deal was down and dirty and nothing wrong could make it right
with low, that be lounger Aliens is out of townish, fuck applause niggas clap now with forty pounders, and fourty-fours Is it all, fair in love with war
: I am the shadow And she is the light Shining right down on me I'm the thunder And she is the rain No place I'd rather be They call her Dirty Mary
song, call it the beer song Same ol' song, same song, call it the beer song [Chorus x2] [Warcloud:] The dirty bat flies anyway, we love beers Sip a
your soul, leave that alone Can't change your role, Big Daddy Low Don't break your back less than love Don't trade your love stars above And Marie,
love you, but better feed the puzzle/ Them same niggas that bring you trouble/ We can rumble in this concrete jungle feelin' the thunder shake the ground
to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me Aight crew? (No doubt Pun) Aight then, let's fight then I'm hyphened, comin' with the thunder
on the strip, until I reach the margin Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend Locked up with dirty
