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This goes out to my Midwest
Now hold ya in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all
paint on D's and fo's

Yo, I eat, sleep, shit, rap
Hip hop,
Dogg 'Lac
Wit the diamond in the

I rep it like a mayor
like a playa mayn
St. Louis
And I'm Murphy Lee the killer

lakem, lakem salaam
Praise the or say peace to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, me Mr. Do-What-You-Do-Fool
Claim where you from or we will where you move to

is where you make it, eat a meal and get naked
You can, in yo drawers and nobody could say shit
I got STL on my right arm, some of 'em saw 'em
I dyin' but yo I'm definitely gon' fight for 'em

And keep it tight for 'em, and it hype for 'em
And buy at the bar gon' keep the night goin'
Do what you do and you do it, do it big
And if you live to get it you gon' get it how you live 'cuz

goes out to my West Coast crew
Throw ya dub up in the air if ya me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all
Hit the switch on yo six

Naps, rock, West Coast style
T-shirt, khakalack, swerve in the
Young Roscoe, the Burt Bacharach
Serve the sacks, skirts like acrobats

Now dip wit ya nigga, I you on a ride
Through that place worldwide as the Westside
Chronic, Daytons, switches,
Cap turned to the back wit at the Caddy shack

Los Angeles they sag to the mud
Drop the let it drag, du rags, full of thugs
Ya to the back, car full of "blat"
Why A's decay, we ain't to get at

I a 5 double O wit the bubble nose
Stop, drop the top I holla at a couple
Fo sho they wanna roll wit the fanatic
Runnin' the in Cali 'cuz I stay in the traffic

This goes out to my East crew
ya E's up in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, 'em all night
Rock ya and Timbo's

Yo, yo, in the party like
on Bacardi like
I up wit the 'Tics they like
It's gettin' for me
Girls, strippin' for me
Lil' Jon you wit us

I brainin', pimpin' I can't complainin'
It's crazy I can't explain' it, the Derrty Entertainment
Man, I to stop and go, she like to mop and glow
Lovin' this 'cuz we gonna rock and roll

I huff and puff my indo's gone
So I, get to stompin' wit my on
We might be floppin' homey, we all
Welcome to World A.K. New York City

We forever round, here forever creepin'
Up all night 'cuz homey we ain't never
But I came to do this wit my derrty
Y'all betta obey, 'cuz you can get it

This goes out to my Dirty crew
Throw ya S up in the air if ya me
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all
If ya tempted to throw bows

Get yo hands up
Show yo goddamn
Get yo up bitch
Show yo clit

We gon' drink a of Hen
And we gon' it to this bitch
We gon' a fifth of Hen
And we rock it to this bitch

We that Dirty
We expectin' no shit
We represent Dirty
We ain't expectin' no

We wild out in the
Same we don't give a fuck
We out in the club
Same shit we give a fuck

Weezy, fuckin' Baby, 5'4 fo'
4-5 make a go
I'm a fly nigga, ho South cold's great
Stay low when get

Yeah, me no play we can it outside
Never met a nigga myself pride
It's Wizzle, Southside guy
Outside fly, gutta in the South, wild 5

I that money
I ain't scared to my shit up
Soon as I throw it up, holla back, Squire
I'm screwed up I drive not fast
Birdman Jr. I got not cash, bitch

I'm the swamp I smoke dro not grass
P.O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 90 fo' in my pants
Give you respect
I'm still mackin', you can smell the Pimp Juice on my

Get yo hands up
Show yo clit
Get yo hands up
Show yo clit

We gon' a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to bitch
We gon' a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to bitch

We represent Dirty
We ain't expectin' no
We that Dirty
We expectin' no shit

We out in the club
Same we don't give a fuck
We out in the club
Same shit we don't give a