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letra de dirty dirty - young buck

[verse 1: young buck]
instead of hating, you n-ggas should be congradulating
we the malcolm x of the south [?]
i know just where to take them, back to the block
back to the four door coopes, big old chain and watch
put the pistol to a n-gga temple, place the dot in the middle
and pop him like a pimple, it’s simple, i tried it once
still buying pumps, tech 9’s and a40 cals
my [?] full, but i can keep them at my shorty house
g-unit holding it down, f-ck what you done heard dawg
listen to my bird call, it go brap
n-gga you know where i’m at, cashville [?]
they didn’t think that i would make it this far, remember me?
i got a cup big enough to hold a gallen of juice
i’m still pouring up for that n-gga screw
we got them hollaring

[chorus: young buck]
dirty dirty
you hear what they saying
the south here, you know we ain’t playing
i gotta keep it dirty dirty
sitting on 24’s, still slamming catalac doors
now welcome to the dirty dirty
birds going for cheep
gold t–th, you see them when we speak
it’s bout to get dirty dirty
now represent your hood
do it just like a real n-gga should
g-unit in the dirty dirty
[verse 2: 2 chainz]
hen we in the streets, that mean we on the grind
role 50 deep, and that’s a hundred 9’s
[?] i can’t lie about this info
this to my peeps, i can’t lie to my kinfolks
walk in the club, skip the line with my brodies
and yelling out southside, f-ck the police
you don’t know me, you probably ohe me
i creep slowly, for this cash only
built rom scratch, n-gga you should figure that
how we keep making hits, cause n-gga we got bigger bags
my life, your raps
my knife, your back
my right, your left
you can hollar back
cause my type, no cracks
[?] i’m tight and on track
[?] swallo that
[?] no one can harm me
got a ziplock full of that barney

[chorus: young buck]
dirty dirty
you hear what they saying
the south here, you know we ain’t playing
i gotta keep it dirty dirty
sitting on 24’s, still slamming catalac doors
now welcome to the dirty dirty
birds going for cheep
gold t–th, you see them when we speak
it’s bout to get dirty dirty
now represent your hood
do it just like a real n-gga should
g-unit in the dirty dirty
[verse 3: big gip]
big gip, keep a gater with me
[?] backlash, rehash
[?]
[?] face down in the grass
in the ghetto get [?]
got about a hundred fourty chains, on a different range
catch me on the plain
catch me on the train
or rding down [?], [?] summer rains
nothing but [?], riding down the road
leave them hoes standing on they toes
you don’t have to ask, you know it goes
25th floor, red carpet sweet with my feet kicked up
since 93 yeah it’s me
[?] round the block a couple of times
get mine [?]
[?]
down in [?], down in [?]
the [?] so sweet
young buck, tity boy, big gip bout to rip this sh-t
sit back, buckle up, [?]
[?] flip your sh-t
you b-tch

- young buck

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