riddle.. you never listen i dont ever get my point across i washed ya dirty draws, you out with dirty broads you did me dirty dawg, cos yous a dirty
I will feel all right Sayin' let's get together and feel all right. Wo wo-wo wo-wo Let them all pass all their dirty remarks (One Love!) There is one
their dirty remarks There is one question I'd really love to ask (One heart) Is there a place for the hopeless sinner Who has hurt all mankind just to
guns, guns Double the funds, funds Double the bitches, bitches Double the fun, fun We can take it to the North, then bring it to the South, the dirty, dirty
[Dirty Money] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, when you get hurt by the one you living
ass on the floor Them haters can't tell you nothing them haters can't tell me nothing Them haters can't tell you nothing (x2) so, made me cry don't you hurt, hurt
[Dirty Money] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, When you get hurt by the one you living
love me so much boy i hate that you hurt me so much boy i hate that you love me so much boy i hate that you hurt me so much boy i hate that you love
O'Lanterns in a town called Make It Hurt Preaching three card Monte in the Live And Let It Church The choir was down and dirty, drawin' bad and bettin
sister (Sex) I am a love (Sex) Come on What's your definition of dirty, baby? What do you consider pornography? Don't you know I love it 'til it hurts
at? OutKast this Dirty South to death the Dungeon Family Camp Got this thang lit like stamps and nine-volt battery end caps Making that music that make your neck hurt
in the window saw me cooking shrimp In high heels and washing dishes For Daddy Fat Sax and it's something I couldn't explain I know it's a dirty, dirty
is you Even when I'm with my boo Ya know I'm crazy over you I see a lot and you lookin' I never say a word I know how niggas thought, trippin', and hurt
the rookie Sleep while your homeboy book me (Fikky, fikky, fikky) Is you mad cause I'm took and got you shooken You think you slick Tried to play a dirty
the world Were you scared that I might get hurt? Would I try a little tobacco? Would I keep on hiking up my skirt? I'm hungry, I'm dirty I'm losing
life I ain't, never had nothing Thangs can get rough, when you live in the ghetto You gotta survive, no matter the pain Nigga be hurting, life'll be hurting
. Wish Bone: Nigga, stay real. Thugs get high. While you call yourself a thug, that's how I feel inside. And we don't wanna hurt nobody, -body, but
come back out I seen the ghetto shut down, seen niggaz shot up Seen niggaz get knocked the fuck out and never got up The neighborhood paralyzed, cracked drive-bys It's evident we hurt