Ill Will Fulton - Dirty Run lyrics

[Intro: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Hold on tight and don't let go Baby, I'm about to explode... [Hook: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] It's Dirty Run, when you see me coming high Nine times out of ten, don't wonder how It's Dirty Run, it's Dirty Run, no more vacancies I'm a minute from feeling no sympathy When you see me coming high It's nine times out of ten, you will wonder how It's Dirty Run, it's Dirty Run -- "Run" -- I'm a minute from feeling no sympathy [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] b**hes be actin' like they so damn fine That's why I f** 'em at the drop of a dime Needle dick n***as, go f** a needle Before I squash a John Lennon, like a Beetle Dirt McGirt, Mr. McGirt to the hoes Stinkin' rich, cover your mouth and your nose Man of my codes, it's old man, dig it? Sometimes rockin' went, and Dirty might kick it Damn, your takers, that's the type to flight To get any more s**, how n***as dick through a flint Big pimp, watch the fur drag A hundred lick, hundred lick, hundred lick fabulous Bring it like a bus full of travelers Turn it up so the cops will get mad at us Swear to God, we're the trouble, you imagine us Cuz the news only exploit the bad in us When, turn it down a little Cuz the ground is startin' to crack a little [Hook] [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Diamond, baby, name the time and place When your legs get tired, you can sit on my face And touch me, tease me, feel me, caress me Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode.. Take that b**h for bite, my name Dirt Dog not cake with ice, b**h f** bitin', when there's so much p**y If you ain't into a**, then pimp 'em for the cash Come quick, turn the camera on So whose that rippin' off your mama's thong? Dirty, creep out your back door, n***a With my shoes untied, zippin' up my zipper [Hook]