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This goes out to my Midwest
Now ya M-Dub in the air if ya feel me
Fuck 'em all day, 'em all night
Candy on D's and fo's

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

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

lakem, lakem salaam
Praise the Lord or say to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr.
Claim you from or we will claim where you move to

Home is where you make it, eat a and get naked
You can, walk in yo drawers and nobody could say
I got STL on my right arm, some of 'em saw 'em
I ain't but yo I'm definitely gon' fight for 'em

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

This goes out to my Coast crew
Throw ya dub up in the air if ya me
Fuck 'em all day, 'em all night
Hit the on yo six fo's

Naps, rock, West Coast style
T-shirt, khakalack, swerve in the
Young Roscoe, the Burt Bacharach
Serve the sacks, flippin' skirts 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 wit skirts at the Caddy shack

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

I rock a 5 double O wit the nose
Stop, drop the top I at a couple hoes
Fo sho they wanna wit the Philly fanatic
Runnin' the radio in 'cuz I stay in the traffic

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

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

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

I huff and puff until my indo's
So I, get to stompin' wit my on
We might be floppin' homey, we all
Welcome to Harlem World A.K. New 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 niggas obey, 'cuz you can get it

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

Get yo up bitch
yo goddamn clit
Get yo up bitch
yo goddamn clit

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

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

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

Lil' Weezy, 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 we can take it outside
Never met a nigga take pride
Wizzy Wizzle, Southside guy
Outside fly, gutta in the South, wild 5

I represent money
I ain't scared to throw my up
Soon as I throw it high up, holla back,
I'm screwed up I drive not fast
Birdman Jr. I got stones not cash,

I'm from the swamp I dro not grass
P.O.C. rolled on my hands, got a 90 degree fo' in my
you this respect
I'm still mackin', you can the Pimp Juice on my breath

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

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

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

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