nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) Could you tell me where you run to? (When the L.A.P.D. see you ridin' dirty, dirty, dirty
t surface They let the money make them nervous, what?s the purpose? A motherfucker sittin' on fat He came up in the hood but he can?t come back Fuck
Scarface] I never snitch, I never lie I'm not a bitch, I rather die Can't nothin change me, not even time I make the money, money don't make me a dime
rarely did I listen to the shit I was told I was a ghetto boy long before the rap group existed I use to take my lunch money and pitch it I stayed on
doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, here I come, here I come (what?) A-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, here I come, here I come (yeah!) I'm comin around the mountain high
praise the Lord, hallelujah! This could be love, but umm, don't let em fool ya Cause when I do ya, come down come down after me come Yeah sorry Sugar
But he stayed in the city Kept on changing clothes In dirty old phone booths, till his work was through And nothing to do but go on home Superman never made any money
[La the Darkman] Yeahhh... L.A.D. I'm all about that cheese, Swiss or Mozzarella Muenster, Colby, American or cheddar When it comes to robbery Nobody
life, dirty, I been livin', dirty And I'ma keep it, dirty until I'm gone dirty So where ya at dirty? So where ya at, dirty? Where dey at, dirty? Where dey at, dirty
, right now, right now) Yo, yo, dog, I'ma get this, shh up, poppin' like, "Yeah" Chicken drawers be droppin' like, "Yeah" I keep a dirty apartment like
quarter till Wait till a victim get caught in the hype What kind of nigga that'll fuck your girl, gorilla style Ass in the air When I come, she come
1:] [Redman] Yo, flipmode, toiletbowls explode When Doc come drop a shitload Grip fo's Mushrooms, dick those Deep pistol Whip hoes I bitch O's Money,
gun down Yo, flipmode, toilet bowls explode When Doc come drop a shit load Grip fo's Mushrooms, did those Deep pistol Whip hoes I bitch O's Money,
rice, shit up a storm I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone My bracelet like I raised it off the farm Home-grown, thick, dirty
Hang glide on the mic like a stunt driver And I won't stop rockin' till I retire When it comes to the darts, I throw 'em, flame thrower Blow your section eight home
Bentley bought a double R to get some dough It's like I'm holdin' on to permanent mistletoe I think you been sittin' low I got a driver dirty, he come
smokin' wit the windows up I be the young dude Chief into kung-fu with sun-do Come through, Beanie Man, you don't really want to How come you, think