Dirty lyrics

[Intro](Baby talking)



["Dirty" in background]



(Tssssssssss, off the top whoady)

(Fa my dawgs, ya unda`stand?)

Talkin bout, baaaaabyy,

(What it be like)

(Got ta love dis shit playboy)

(Ya unda`stand, and these hoes definatly got ta jock dey shit)

(My nigga won`t come down bottom `n its all gravy)

(Ya know, got ta respect where u from, lil` L.A. whoady)

(Y`all like ta ride, but down bottom, we love ta survive)

(Ain`t no thang ta me)

(Ain`t no way u can come down bottom, and don`t make green whoady)



[Verse 1]



Lately, I been thinkin` bout love,

Hasn`t often happen to me, (Fa sho` playa)

The only thing I always think of,

Stays inside of me,

Go on y`all, get out the kitchen,

Because my bliss cookin`,

Me `n Ms. Daisy kissin`,

While ain`t nobody lookin`,

Cook out at my uncles house,

Whole neighborhood goin` be there,

And its the fourth of July so you know it`s on at the pier,

IiiiiIIIIiii love them county girls,

With they big ole butts,

Can`t get my hopes up,

`Cause she prob`ly my cousin,

Sometimes when I get real homely,

And a nigga feels all alone,

Put down my micraphone,

Time to goooo......



[Chorus]

["Dirty!" in background]



Home, where, cotton grows,

And them gangstas rool,

On them white-wall Vogues,

And my grandpa Russel on them old dirt roads,

Pick up my stones,

Damn I wanna go home,





[Verse 2]



I won`t forget where I done came from, (Better not boy)

Before I even knew I was me,

Saw all the flicks of me and my moms,

Playin` with them moths in the tree,

And yes I do remember,

All of them family reunions,

Grandmama had twenty-fo` kids,

And that`s the damn sho` truth,

Even when I moved to Cali`,

Had to go back every summer,

Grandaddy got so excited,

You`d think Santa Clause was commin`,

Gettin` down in the middle of the road,

Mini V had a party that night,

Me `n Pink infront of Uncle G`s house,

Drinkin` beer gettin` high as a kite,

Even when I got, bigga`,

WESTSIDE fa` life, nigga,

Where ever I go,

I take the dirty south with me,



[Chorus x2]



[Outro] (Baby talking) {TQ singing

["Dirty" in background]



This one right here,

(What about it?)

{When I go down there

Goes out to tha dirty south,

{Yeaaaaaaaa

Where y`all came from,

{Yeaaaaaaaa

Home of the struggle baby,

(Don`t fuck with me nigga, you know what we all about)

{And ya know what I`m talkin` bout

(Ya unda`stand)

For my grandaddy,

I love you,

Rest In Peace,

{Lately I been thinkin` bout love

{Hasn`t often happened to me

{The only thing I always think of

{Stays inside of me



[Chorus `till fade]

(Nigga, I got some bling bling fo` ya)

(`n some ching ching fo` ya)

(I got a brand new Bentley fo` ya)

(Y`all need ta come down here)

(`N shed some love with us)

(You can marry the money whoady)

(I`ll jock yo` style playboy)
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