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letra de where da luv - dirty (us)

[verse: big pimp]
now we been rappin’ since the third grade… and i ain’t lying
y’all saw that footage k!lla dealer played… way from ’89
but i said that to say this:
we paid our dues up early in the game, so why you hatin’ b-tch?
you don’t got no love, you don’t like our music? then get off from round me
you ain’t gotta speak to me, i ain’t mad about it… so why you frownin’?
but if you got beef with me, we can cook it up if it’s necessary
i was born and raised in alabama… so you sho don’t scare me
cause off the top, i got love for my f-ckin’ city
but ain’t got no love for some of these hatin’ -ss n-ggas that’s in it
not the whole gump, just the ones that be yappin’ their mouth
runnin’ their d-ck-sucker ’bout sh-t they don’t even know nothin’ bout
i’m talkin’ bout the ones that’s puttin’ out rumors sayin’ we got beef wit nelly
i’m talkin bout the ones that’s sayin’ universal dropped us on our belly
y’all n-ggas wish we ain’t have this deal, so that’s why you lyin’
so i can imagine how you b-tches felt when we first signed
now, you can take it how you wanna take, but you gonna get it how i gi’ it
it don’t matter, long as you b-tch -ss n-ggas hea’ it… and see it
i represent alabama, now who can say that?
you know we represented hard, it’s tattooed on my back
the same n-ggas… in our face… smiling hard… showin’ their golds
burning up… on the inside… d-mn near… ’bout to explode
we k!lling you slow lyrically wise, y’all n-ggas can’t f-ck with the flow
you’ll come out better… hittin’ the do’, grabbin’ your d-ck… beatin’ it slow
and a matter of fact, y’all need to be tryin’ to get where we at
a record deal and a mil’, my n-gga we did that
sh-t, you better be glad we got this deal
cause it we ain’t have it, we’ll be creepin’ out there
where y’all live through your window seal
slangin’ steel, and knocking them g’s up out your mouth
and tying your heels, and takin’ them ki’s up out your house
and i’m for real, for all you other rappers down here hatin’
you gonna be here… in montgomery struggling tryin’ to make it

[chorus]
now where the love?
i sendin’ this one out to them weak -ss thugs
n-ggas who talk behind our back, but won’t say sh-t to us
n-gga we put the gump on the map
now don’t get mad cause y’all n-ggas can’t rap – this our city
where the love?
it’s so many that hate us in the b-tch, who can you trust?
i ain’t trustin’ nan, i load, c-ck, aim, and bust
gotta keep the b-tches off me, n-gga it’s a must
we jump this b-tch first
my n-gga, where the love

[verse: mr. g-stacka]
i came to lay this b-tch -ss n-ggas down, and ain’t no hollerin’ bout peace
ole b-tch -ss n-ggas see me in the street, the first thang to speak
i don’t care what you reppin’, don’t care who you followin’
cause everything that come out your mouth, to me just see to be garbage
don’t test me lil’ shawty
i’ll get you bucked down, your career done went down
them n-ggas who knew you in the gump, they don’t know yo’ -ss now
so slow yo’ -ss down, and be careful what you speak on
cause if that was yo diss, well i’m just sayin… that was a weak song
cause all that booty-shake music, real g’s don’t us it
please don’t get upset, i’m just tellin’ you how we do sh-t
sissies beggin’ for a deal, now keep it real
you gotta come tighter with your sk!lls, plus listen here
i know you still sellin’ out your trunk
but please sell mo’ cd’s then just here in the gump, ole p-ssy punks
tryin’ to run up on some heavy weight champs, don’t make me snap
if it wan’t for us, y’all wouldn’t be tryin’ to rap…so don’t complain
y’all n-ggas ain’t ready for this game, you just too lame
and i got rhymes to eat you at the frame, you feel me mayne?
and y’all still think y’all tighter than we
well, me and pimp ‘ll blitz you on the streets or on cd

[chorus]

- dirty us

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