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    "Dirty Dirty" Lyrics

    Clika One

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    [South Park Mexican]
    Yo, SPM's in the house
    Puttin' it down with my homeboy, young Happy P on the track
    I want y'all 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
    I'm 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 Elmer's
    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 handle's pearl
    Y'all got a choice
    If you wanna test my testicles
    You can live like
    Fruits or fuckin' vegetables
    Uh

    Chorus: Don Cisco
    Now it's that dirty, dirty
    Wild, wild south west shit
    Mex and Cali
    New Mexico thug shit
    Federali
    Speculatin' and we do shit
    But biotch
    This ain't 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 ain't 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, I've 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, it's 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
    Won't let me go, I hope this ain't 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
    It's that Mexicali thug shit

    Repeat 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 don't care if I'm dead or alive
    My hoe lady got popped
    Tried to sneak me a clavo in
    She had a Keyster, but fuck, I couldn't swallow it
    So now they cancelled all my visitations
    I'm an incarcerated Scarface, rebilitatin'
    I use your music as my inspiration
    Its sounds for liberatin'
    So keep doing what you're doin' with no limitations
    One day, I'll get out
    I'm a get my life together
    I'm a get it quick and get it fast, cause nothin' last forever
    Don't let no one never knock you, God gave you that gift
    Because your music is life," it's that New Mexico thug shit

    Repeat Chorus

    [Verse 4: Romero]
    I let the smoke in my
    Air pass
    It's 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 I'm next
    The possibilities of penitentary's on my chest
    But I'm a mash, though
    And keep away from the system
    Put my music down, hopin' they listen, I'm no different
    From the rest of the bald heads, tryin' to survive
    In this city where these skinny niggas ridin' with nines
    And everybody's diein'
    It's 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 couldn't 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

    Repeat Chorus
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
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