[M-Child] [Chorus]
(Dirty b**h, a dirty b**h)
She's a dirty b**h, a dirty b**h
I heard your momma was a dirty b**h, a dirty b**h
I heard your sister was a dirty b**h, a dirty b**h
Your grandmomma was a dirty b**h, a dirty b**h
Your baby-momma was a...
[M-Child]
Head, freaky hoes, if you want a big dick
A n***a with some money but don't ever buy you sh**
f**in' in any position plus eatin' up the nut quick
A baller type from Orange Mound, M-Child, b**h
Hit me up on the horn, booty-calling at the frame
I'll be over in a jiffy what's about some Mary Jane
Taking these hoes every time I tell 'em my name
Shake that hoes like I'm like Michael Jordan, 'cause I've got game
Keep my b**hes in line, like motherf**ing Soul Train
Get her a puh-perm for the Kamikaze gang-bang
Camcorder on the dresser, I tell her whatever
Shake it sideways, taking off that tight black leather
Dick standing straight up, like a n***a in the Marines
Balls hanging like the bandana tied on to my jeans
I'll be ready for war; your p**y wet, let's get it on
Let me see how you're working, yo, let my dick folly' home
[Chorus x2]
[???]
Tell me n***a, what makes a b**h worth it to be called dirty?
The ones who wanna s** on my dick like I'm a Slurpee?
Or jerk it, I keep 'em work' it, while my dick she can't burn it
Packages going around town, n***a, I know you heard it
Money, she don't deserve it; b**h, they make us some work'ets
The fact that she done f**ed the whole hood's making me nervous
Saying she opened up a business.. b**h, please, I never spend it
Kamikaze won't buy, nor lease, or know where we rent it
Thought you had me, now didn't you.. 'cause your p**y printed
On them tight-a** Capris, macking; n***a, break your knees
MC H(?) I be, be spotting them dirty knees
Sort 'em out from the ones who be chewing through the holes in the sheets
Touch my dick like I sneeze, on a house like Shami's
Never sharing my trees, that's for the clique not dirty
Asking me for some money; b**h, don't give me your keys
It's Kamikaze for life and we talking your dirty knees
[Chorus x2]
[M-Child]
To you haters, I got it made, 'bout b**hes, I'm getting paid
Stirring b**hes round and round, like I'm making Kool-aid
They be dropping off loot, once I tell them I think they cute
And tell them a lie or two, introduce them to my crew
Stan Man, MC Mack, thugs from Tha Southside
By the time I'm through explaining, big dick they wanna ride
Licking they lips, rubbing they twat, yo, come inside
Glow-in-the-dark rubber so they p**y can't hide
Represent where you from, dirty b**h, your mouth cold
Pain is all in your air, plus you got a corn-row
I'm just like a leprechaun, where's me pot of gold?
I'm trying to bust a million nuts before I get old
Never telling my biz, though with the sh** they discuss
You never catch me under your blanket licking your sh** up
I treat a hoe like a s*ut, when she be acting stuck-up
Coming with an attitude, Kamikaze don't give a f**
Orange Mound motherf**ers never loving these hoes
North Memphis motherf**ers never loving these hoes
South Memphis motherf**ers never loving these hoes
East Memphis motherf**ers never loving these hoes
[Chorus]
[M-Child]
I heard Trina was a dirty b**h, a dirty b**h
I heard that Tosha was a dirty b**h, a dirty b**h
I heard Tamaya was a dirty b**h, a dirty b**h
I heard Ayza was a dirty b**h...