[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Welcome to the Dreamtape
I really, really, really hope y'all like this one, man
This that REAL Alabama Hip-Hop, yeah
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DIRTY $OUF, yeah!
[Verse 1: Jasen]
Sip soda in Minnesota, Corollas rolling at home-ah
Them girls are here, they the rollas
Stone-ah cold and they roll em
They hold em, gold and won't fold em
That Coca-cola, ain't sold em
I'm a young cat, chilling with my dogs need a Rover
[Hook]
Cause we deep like the ocean
Put it in motion
Then spit it so sick
Guess I need a Motrin
You don't really know sh**
You potently hopeless
Learning how to do it from my style and you quote this
(Man I wrote this)
[Verse 2: Jasen]
Sip soda when I'm at home and aromas roamin my coma
And usually I'm a loner but I might just take her home-ah
We do not drink them Coronas, cream soda no cola
Hold up give me a bowl or you striking out like a bowla
You striking out like in baseball, that means you through
And this was just something quick, let it do what it do
[Hook]
Cause we deep like the ocean
Put it in motion
Then spit it so sick
Guess I need a Motrin
You don't really know sh**
You potently hopeless
Learning how to do it from my style and you quote this
(Man I wrote this)
(yeah)
[Verse 3: Jasen]
Back to the kat kat, let me backtrack
Got it in a nap sack, where your raps at
It's off the dome now, gimme the weights, let me lift it
Pumping that iron, I'm on fire my weight is lifted
Off my shoulders, moving boulders
Not a credit card holder, got a debit card hold up
Swerving in Corollas, man you know us
Don't say you good, better show us
Man that was a doza, meant to say a doozie
I didn't mean to say "I meant to say", I'm getting loose see
Still I'm gonna bruise the - beat
Matter of fact k** it
I already know about the flow, y'all gon' steal it
But, you better steel it
Alabama natives in the rap game Dirty $ouf see the haters