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letra de dirty roads - lost dialect

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[intro]

[verse 1: actright]
i’m on the first flight taking trips on the red eye

bet i pack my bag with a life you said i shouldn’t try
pardon my back and a lack of a sh-t to give when i’m the driver’s seat

thinking about this odyssey. plot for the top i got to be, that’s all i see

let’s get it. don’t sweat who ain’t with it

no purpose how they living. get focused on your vision

put your binoculars up. teflon coat then pop the clutch. grip tight on your proper stuff

plan out what you hand out then you fan out. turn your ac up

forget the popular partner tell me what you on

like how you proctor it doctor surgical glove strong

is it brain or brawn? (no) all beat no vocals chords? (ha)

well take this p-ssenger seat, cousin my engine gone

[verse 2: j.qwest]
now recognize my life, recognize my flight

taking off in this turbulence no mess can blind my sight

set to climb to my heights, rectified my rhymes

next in line, got a fresh design to infect the minds of my kind

while you sit and k!ll time only injuring eternity

i’m st-tching up the lines to heal up the surgery

got a feeling so devine it appears to be a certainty

that my build is on the rise until i’m sitting where im suppose to be

on the throne, in my zone with full control of my destiny

going strong, scripting poems putting my soul in the recipe

chose to go coast to coast on a long road ahead of me

set in stone so the rest will know what i put on for my legacy

[hook: mistah redd]
now put your foot to the gas and pound 100 (hey!)

kick your bags to the back, the engine’s running (hey!)

it’s now or nothing. get it, got it, we on it (hey!)

c-ck it back and we gunning. never stopping we going (hey!)

now where we going? (hey!)

now where we going? (hey!)

along this dirty road moving up this muddy slope

forget what you been told, whenever you ready go!

[verse 3: rick gonzalez]
when my rocket’s burning ain’t no way they stopping this furnace

hit the block wit glocks to confirm it, reload to c-ck it and serve it

2pac the plot and learn this avoiding strips when your knight is suge

and invite the lights of that vegas night when you pop the hood

if you think i’m talking about murder death then you got me twisted

i’m just optimistic with a 5th of vodka like my wallets’ missing

got to find this bread since my daughter need that tuition money

laughing at my pain rip your kevin hart right up out your frame

this papi’s lane there’s no way you hopping this train

as an object of my fame getting topp was just like card games

and it’s all the same i ain’t force thangs but my chain swing

i bang, instead of colors repping truth mane

[verse 4:mistah redd]
and i push it till there’s nothing left in the tank

pulling rank. crushing the gas (gas) and i don’t know how to break

set the pace you took the bait and got lost in the race

what you got to say? i’m burning out blowing loud in your face

a double dose of this already know my city and state

now i’m worldwide and i’m cutting off on your supply

so let’s ride against the traffic with no lights

better not act so surprised, this how i live my life

a hundred dollars to the gallon shift on overdrive

look into my eyes i’m only focused on finish lines

can you survive the miles? its only live or die

no second chances, say goodbye, hold onto something tight!

[hook: j.qwest]
now put your foot to the gas and pound 100 (hey!)

kick your bags to the back, the engine’s running (hey!)

it’s now or nothing. get it, got it, we on it (hey!)

c-ck it back and we gunning. never stopping we going (hey!)

now where we going? (hey!)

now where we going? (hey!)

along this dirty road moving up this muddy slope

forget what you been told, whenever you ready go!

[outro]

hey! 5x

- lost dialect

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