night I died about 3:45 I hit the lights quick and I jumped in the bed And somethin went real wrong with my head The room started spinnin and I needed a breeze And
Stalking with gen and then I gotta tax so now I'm on baby with the top down reload pound, call Legit a cock hound and I'm looking for a bitch that's known
front end court I'm straighter than a player tighter than a chef And getting into some good ol' doja Lil bruce not late the seventy eight And meet me at the end of Mariposa And
s bustin' nuts repeatedly can't be mad at me I'm lastin' longer than a Doracell battery To the lessons of clock, got pin and a cock Got two and a half non-stop and
my pedal and rolled down Golden Gate And threw these motherfuckin' kis in the lake [Verse 2] Guess who comes through, it's a fool I gat tapped that ass, red dog, and
about a week and a half I need to think fast, I need some cash let me water my grass and make it greener, then I started think of all types of gimmicks and
the back and dropped a nut in her gut And that's about the time that the shit had changed The tramp dog bitch started runnin' her game About bein' depressed, down and out And
knock knock! I said "ssh quiet down" Blam blam blam! was the second time around I opened up the door, and then I yelled bingo Slapped in the click and
fade Sliced and rocked in thirty-six fuckin' ways Sold to the public, to the boys, to the gangstas Crews, staff, tribes, clans, clicks, and pranksters Break down
gotta dish that during metro Alcohol and tobacco and Bureau, Feds and the DEA Just to run up on me when I'm off that there grandma yay Well what if they block and
father please forgive me Can't turn back on em now these niggas feel me Never dream of lettin em down that s-t'll kill me First year the money was dirty
crome and rubber bands Paint looking like Candyland, it's Sllimm the South Paw triggerman Flippin work and whippin weight, rock up, roll and get the papes Chop them hoez and
pen and pixel make violence more graphic Take raw coke, cook it crack and saran wrap it One muthafuckin' verse and already it's a classic One muthafuckin' verse and
me to have to show you Leatherface indeed. I'll cut you down quicker. He's a real buck-'em-down, getcha, think he just rappin', but I'm down to scope
Herron} Dir-tayyyyy, yeah Dirty money Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dirty money Dir-tayyyyyyy, yeah Dirty money Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dirty Money
I feel that I'm a dead man walkin' wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin my life is hunted, I'm confused and fond if my blood stop pourin
your Krunch [Immens] And you can have your Loops [*both*] But you still gotta get your Two Scoops! [Common] Around and round and upside down and upside down
cheeze up I been about my paper niggas know about my stack You dont like that dirty money send yo girl to wipe me down Million dollars on my neck and
