Tekster:
Ace Young Dirty Mind

Your dirty mind is taking a hold of me Can't seem to get away, by the way Your dirty mind is making a mess of me Lost in the games you play Your dirty mind

headstrong and can't be beat Triple minded, mentally combineded underground pirate Microphone tyrant, always comin' sideways And Topsy turvy, lyrical crash-up derby Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty gritty dirty

I just pulled an ace You looking at the king in his face Everything I dream ma'fuckers I'm watching it take shape While to you I'm just a young rich nigga

I just pulled an ace You looking at the king in his face Everything I dream ma'fuckers I'm watching it take shape While to you I'm just a young rich nigga

't be beat Triple-minded mentally-combineded underground pirate Microphone tyrant, always comin sideways and topsy turvy, lyrical crash-up derby Come, Filthy McNasty, pretty gritty dirty

I just pulled an ace You looking at the king in his face Everything I dream ma'fuckers I'm watching it take shape While to you I'm just a young rich nigga

Who cares, I double-dare Fulton [Name], pay a fare when you're comin through Everyday I get saluted by gods on the boulevard In my mind I know it's hard