he's going to the boulevard He gonna get in, to the dirty boulevard I'm gonna get out, to the dirty boulevard Going down, to the dirty boulevard, get
[Kanye West - Verse 1] I got a dirty mind I got filthy ways I'm tryna bathe my eyy in your milky way I'm a legend I'm irreverent I'll be reverend I'll
you all week Her baby, Daddy's out of town so, you can fuck around It's okay to check in that Motel 6, $59.95 Not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho Yeah
'na steal my crayz flow (Crazy) Mo unless you bitin' but I'm hurr to let you know (Here to let you know) Just don't make no sense when you hatin' on me 'Cuz what I am you try'na be (And uhh) You can find me on magic
the floor then we got up in the bed Woke up in the mornin, can't remember what we did Last night we was drunk, stinkin dirty motherfuckers Stayed up
addictions We got dirty dishes in the sink Darlene, this is where I want to be Wrapped within your arms eternally Falling deep under your spell High upon the magic
back pays so niggas pay up Now, what the FUCK!! (B-Real) I'm an addict, addicted to static and bad habits Bringin' the magic, opposite the Nina Milli
what I'm here for So you're scared and you're thinking That maybe, we ain't that young anymore Show a little faith, there's magic in the night Ain't
em up keep the Trillness in front of me and them haters behind me so Magic if you're lookin Bum B this how you gone find me...my nigga -how- [Hook] [Magic
we do is dirty We pull up in the drop, it's dirty We pound that twat, dirty Miami, we're dirty Where they lace 'em, roll 'em, smoke 'em And blow 'em dirty
Sugar Pie)] [sample of The Stomp] Shame on you when you step through to Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on you when you step through to Ol Dirty
we let the fiends hold 'em Fake aliases, no driver's license or socials But we cold cheek shit, so many hammers left the clerk speechless Outdoors my niggaz is dirty
I got my hand in. Grown man shit, tonight, no romance shit. And you should make this bedroom like a Monday night at Magic. Like a Gigi McGuire, now let
church from your bingo Sounds of the Mecca, dark fresh from the tailor Because they made a movie when he cuss like a sailor Better yet, dialect dirty
see 20 porsches murk Three houses for the family, two for the niggas When I die I was true to the niggas (True soldier) And I never practice voodoo But it's like 'Black magic
your mouth cause here comes my wang I'm Violent-J, the southwest skitzo Born in a big top magical-majisto Dead-body disco. Rappin' to the hoochies Dirty
touched out many lives People have fuckin' sworn to us, they too can feel it inside What is it that draws you in, this magic that compels you? We've