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Clika One - "Dirty Dirty"
Lyrics to Dirty Dirty : (feat. Don Cisco, South Park Mexican (SPM)) [South Park Mexican:] Yo, SPMs in the house Puttin it down with my homeboy, young Happy P on the track I want yall to look how we do this, mayne [Verse 1: South Park Mexican] What path should I travel Whites and a hot gravel Up the creek with no paddle Laughin at the Bitches that wish us the worst of luck Bust a slug in his back, and now, it hurts to fuck Im on a must-do system Fuck-you mission Everybody knows I belong in prison Tryin to listen to my elders While this freaky bitch is Swallowing my Elmers Gangsta nights Sticky pants and a T-shirt I jumped in the dope game But my feet first I relax in a World, a pandemonium Trust his friend Just as far as I can throw em (Hun) You tryin to stay alive for my baby girl With a chrome .44, but the handles pearl Yall got a choice If you wanna test my testicles You can live like Fruits or fuckin vegetables Uh [Chorus: Don Cisco] Now its that dirty, dirty Wild, wild south west shit Mex and Cali New Mexico thug shit Federali Speculatin and we do shit But biotch This aint nothin but some music That dirty, dirty Wild, wild south west shit Mex and Cali New Mexico thug shit Federalis Speculatin and we do shit But this aint nothin but some music [Verse 2: Don Cisco] I said, "Record this" But I guess they must have missed it According to statistics, you be dead or in prison I feel reincarnated Life after death, Ive risen Must be oppression, I was lost within the system Gone for a hot one, a second, never too long The unforgiven make a reckon, time for me to move on Finally got my mind right, then time for the spotlight I bust a rhyme about my lifestyle, its how I rock mines I came a long way from the block to ('), loaded crack pipes Still smoke Trees and hope Heat For to act right The streets, told, me Take a homey for my past life Memories Wont let me go, I hope this aint my last night Hoes, to Homeys still Tryin to get the cash right If not, they might get me, if they catch me slip in this fast life The Federalis try to set me with some drug shit Lock me up for like Its that Mexicali thug shit [Chorus] [Verse 3: Brown] I got a letter from my road dawg, written in blood He told me, "Keep doing your thang, dawg, never give up I hear your music and your voice brings hope to the hood We might have made some bad choices, slangin dope in the hood They got me locked down and stretched out for federal time Them motherfuckers dont care if Im dead or alive My hoe lady got popped Tried to sneak me a clavo in She had a Keyster, but fuck, I couldnt swallow it So now they cancelled all my visitations Im an incarcerated Scarface, rebilitatin I use your music as my inspiration Its sounds for liberatin So keep doing what youre doin with no limitations One day, Ill get out Im a get my life together Im a get it quick and get it fast, cause nothin last forever Dont let no one never knock you, God gave you that gift Because your music is life, " its that New Mexico thug shit [Chorus] [Verse 4: Romero] I let the smoke in my Air pass Its just to stimulate the mind Let me rest, from the stress, for a second, in time My homey just did a bid I wonder if Im next The possibilities of penitentarys on my chest But Im a mash, though And keep away from the system Put my music down, hopin they listen, Im no different From the rest of the bald heads, tryin to survive In this city where these skinny niggas ridin with nines And everybodys diein Its like the world went crazy But Lord, who made this lady kill her own two babies And when I heard it was a baseball bat I shed a tear Cause I couldnt ever picture that God damn And then you wonder why I chief the dro Just lost Another homey couple agos Streets know me In the dirty, dirty The wild, wild southwest Where everyday, a nigga gotta pack his heat with a vest [Chorus] [ Dirty Dirty Lyrics ]
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