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

Yo, I eat, sleep, shit, rap
Hip hop,
Snoop 'Lac
Wit the in the back

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

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

Home is where you make it, eat a and get naked
You can, walk in yo 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 it tight for 'em, and keep it hype for 'em
And buy at the bar whatever gon' keep the goin'
Do what you do and you do it, do it big
And if you live to get it then you gon' get it how you live

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

Naps, rock, West Coast style
T-shirt, khakalack, swerve in the
Young Roscoe, the black Burt
Serve the sacks, flippin' like acrobats

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, step in the party
Sippin' on like
I hooked up wit the they like
It's frisky for me
Girls, strippin' for me
Lil' Jon you wit us

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

I huff and puff until my indo's
So I, get to wit my Timbo's on
We be floppin' homey, we all critic
to Harlem World A.K. New York City

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We gon' a fifth of Hen
And we gon' rock it to 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 out in the club
Same shit we give a fuck
We wild out in the
Same shit we don't give a