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U.G.K.

Dirty Money

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Текст песни U.G.K. - Dirty Money

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[Verse One: Bun B]Say, look here man I`m a rapperHold up, let me take that backI make rap music, but that don`t mean all a nigga do is rapBut that don`t matter I`ve been labeled, stigmatized, stereotypedThere`s an entertainment disease worse than cancer, a venereal typeI spit imperial-type game like Digga from the SqaudBut they act like they can`t separate a real nigga from the fraudRule number one: never send a boy to fuck a grown ass ladyAnd respect the game `cause the game is known to be gone fast babyNow It`s a long pass maybe you should try diving for itFools act like they striving for it hit Total Request Live and blow itKnowing ain`t a giving and nothing isSee all this candy-coated and bluffing is detrimental to our beautiful black southern kidsEnough of this man, let`s get this here straight like creasesIt`s a never-ending cycle and motion that never ceasesIt`s compresses and releases and for the love of JesusIt`s breaks the soul, now we forever left to pick up the pieces it`s dirty money(Chorus: Bun B - repeat 2X)Niggas laughing but ain`t a damn thing funnyYou gotta have paper in this land of milk and honeyYeah, it`s bright outside but not nessicarily sunnyAnd no matter how you make it, it`s all dirty money baby[Verse Two: Pimp C]Every drug I sold was for the dirty moneyMost of my niggas is dead because the game is funnyYou could get your life took at the drop of the dimeBut I`mma pimp till the end and keep my money on mindMost of my life I`ve been broke trying to save my breadI never ask to be hustling now I watch out for feds`Cause niggas be talking and giving up gameAbout the cheese, the green, the pills, the coke D`sI marry my pockets, so now I chase my queenKeep a thang for the haters with the red beamEvery since fifteen I`ve been a big money fiendSippin` cold codeine and pulling up cleanPopping up at the spot and dropping the topAnd keep a bad yellow (???) with my dick on rock uh!(Repeat Chorus)[Verse Three: Bun B]You can`t get no house, no carNo weed, no bar, no flash, no showNo class, no flow, no help, no loveNo liquor, no drug, no clique, no crewNo tracks to flow to, no pager, no phoneNo flavor, no zone, no fiend, no cutno wife, no slut, no name,Nowhere in the game to get me fiveNo nothing without that dirty ass M-O-N-E-Y(Repeat Chorus)[Verse Four: Pimp C]My momma taught me what the value of a dollar should beBut everybody I saw balling was rolling selling Ki`sIn the late 80`s niggas pulling up on D`sPutting dick up in these hoes and making `em pay feesLearn how to ride dirty `cause ain`t shit for freeThen all them niggas got popped that`s all I needed to seeFor some the dope game cool `cause that`s all that they could beI know God ain`t put me down here just to be serving no fiends(Repeat this line 2x)(Repeat Chorus)

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