Dirty - Ackamonkey Lyrics
f/ Lil Burn One[Lil Burn One]I hate's to wake up, another day tryin' to stack that cake upLookin' at the time but I ain't lookin at no JacobNo food in the refrigirator, no toilet paperWondering how he made it so that make me a haterAnother rapper with big dreamsI'm on the outside lookin in at this big screenLike the shit ain't been the same since 'Pac and Biggie diedI'm wishin that the rap game would bring Lil Burn aliveBut what the ***** is my opinion when niggaz out here making millionsAnd I ain't got a god damn dimeA pot to piss in and my raps the only thing I can say minesSo I'm out here on the grindJust tryin' to get in where I fit, cause on the street I'm the shitAnd niggaz waitin' for me to get legitCause they know it's all good, when Burn come stuntin' through the hoodlike summer and decorate the whole Alabama[Chorus]That's why IWake up everymorning and lace my shoes up tightCause I know I might have to runFrom these folks if I'm caught with this gunBut I still, get out on the blockHustle what I can before my trap get hotCause I know my children got to eatThey need chlothes and shoes on they feetThat's why I[Mr. G-Staka]Man that's why I, runnin from these folkCause I stay strapped, cause got a pocket full of dopeBut if they find I'm hustlin this 'droThen they gon lock me up so I can't hustle it no moBut I'm not lyin, that's why I grindSpending my time, trying to get mineCause ain't nothin' free, off in these streetsAnd everyday I'm runnin from the MPDSo I tie my J's, tight as I canAnd tuck my .45 deep off in my pantsCause the shit get sad, makin' me madAnd I can't stack my G's, with these p's on my assDon't wanna stay up alone, but I need me some cashThat's why I hustle hard, just to come up fastAnd standing in the yard with a bag full of gragServin every junkie' can't let nothing pass[Chorus][Big Pimp]Man this cold water stankThat's why I put a top on my drankIn the club, I don't know how these niggaz and girls thinkOne meek would probably have my whole mind erased blankLate at night hunchin a bow leg dog behind a bankAnd I ain't sayin, that I'd ***** a dog in the assBut how I'm gon know what I'm doin if my mind gone badI'm a pimp, so tell me how my fans gon respect thatEverytime my song come on in the club, I get *****Cabbage patchin with draws on my headNever know when I might snap wishin all y'all was deadTo prevent that, I stay ping pongin hoes like a rit ratEvery Sunday a pot of turnips mixed with pig fatThe pig feet, the pig ears, and the pig backThat make yo stomach weak, then city boy get backThe Dirty south where country niggaz live to get fatAnd rearrange our cocaine is a good crackYou can be thirty five still get ya jaw crackedRollin' yo eyes gettin loud trying to talk backCause shit mama plus belt equal cross backI loss a half a block, and still tryin to crawl backHoping the good luck fairy make ya fall backBut my children hungry so that kill all thatJust suck it up and try to intercept the ball backPraying to God my laces don't be tied in all black[Chorus] x2
