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Ay world, this Streets 101
I m finna give you a head for pound of J-Kwon
And a quarter burn of Track Boy Music

Hey hey hey hey hey
Now on my life, I m livin dirty
And I ma keep it until I m gone dirty
So where you at dirty? where you at dirty?
Where they at dirty? Where they at dirty?

This the new improved hoop hop
I make ev ry mu fukka in this bitch, do the walk
Dirty run his mouth til the album drop
Why s that? Trak Boy beats like a free bricker Caine on the block
I m 17 name ain t the same on the block
And peter knock the nigger out his frame on the block
And he ll come through and let it rain on the block
And all they gots to say is its a shame on the block
I m hot homeboy, don t ever get it twisted
Numbers unlisted stayed in third district, for real
I m ready to get naughty, best of both worlds so Hey Shawty
Show me the party, and I ll show you the coke
I can show you my dick you can show me your throat
If a nigga trip, then we can show him the 4
If a niggas run up to you we can show him some mo

[Chorus]

Now I wish a nigga would run up like that
Man i put that on the hood I mma strike back
And niggas talk shit but i don t like that
Sayin all like Gee but I ain t write that
And maybe mamma s man ain t about shit
Basically what i m sayin dude fuck a bitch
And if I had two i d touch a bitch
In the same breath, turn around and touch a clit
And nigga if i said it, i fuckin meant it
And nigga if it s rented i ain t fuckin in it
Track boys give me money so i fuckin spend it
Ya ll rollin the spreewell but not the authentics
And fuck your fuckin 4 and your roof clown
I got shit that ll turn your fuckin coupe round
You ain t heard i m the troop now
By the fact, hook gonna break it down

[Chorus]

Dawg It s a missile, how we drop one single
Left the game now the whole world miss me
Freak this bitch like homegirl missy
Like I tell them niggaz got the whole world tipsy
Sick and tired of old g s tryin to gip me
Goin put a lumpin in this shit like a hicky
All i say is to them dudes come get me
Watch a patch of prone cause i like a gypsy
Funny how I can t loc in public, smoke in public
Girl even choke in public,
Got dough so that s why i m so republic
Cause hit the door, i start actin so republic
I had it sent back and like i had a briccamore
So you got snitched on by the cona-whore
Show us or show her ass what these guns are for
Or let the priest show her mom what these nuns are for

[Chorus]

Move your body to the rhythm of passion
Let senses overwhelm ratio
Don t ask anything to yourself
Don t waste this moment
The echo of weeping is armored in wind
That accomplice carries it far away
So that it could never be refracted
on your heart s walls again.
This is a gift nobody can ever steal...

Poprzez miedze, poprzez łąki,
poprzez leśnie ścieżki wąskie,
cztery łapy psa unoszą w świat.

Łapy, łapy, cztery łapy,
a na łapach pies kudłaty.
Kto dogoni psa? Kto dogoni psa?
Może ty, może ty, może jednak ja!

Kiedy biegnie z rozwichrzoną psią czupryną,
nos przy ziemi jak tropiciel nisko niesie.
O odwadze przypomina groźną miną
i ogonem w cztery strony świata...

I m gonna get out of my shellTry without anybody s helpTo loose this heavy loadAnd get my life back on the roadI ve seen the worst when I was downOnly loneliness I foundNow I m climbing to the topAnd I ain t never gonna stopI ll carry on, though...

Twój zapach - Dotykam twoich ud
Twój zapach - Oddycham tylko tob± ju¿
Twój zapach - Otula nasze cia³a sen
Twój zapach - Pomiesza³ w zmys³ach noc i dzieñ

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