CLIKA ONE

CLIKA ONE - Dirty Dirty lyrics

rate me

Yo, SPM's in the house

Puttin' it down with my homeboy, young Happy P on the track

I want y'all to look how we do this, mayne

What path should I travel

Whites and a hot gravel

Up the creek with no paddle

Laughin' at the

Bitches that wish us the worst of luck

Bust a slug in his back, and now, it hurts to fuck

I'm on a must-do system

Fuck-you mission

Everybody knows I belong in prison

Tryin' to listen to my elders

While this freaky bitch is

Swallowing my Elmer's

Gangsta nights

Sticky pants and a T-shirt

I jumped in the dope game

But my feet first

I relax in a

World, a pandemonium

Trust his friend

Just as far as I can throw 'em (Hun)

You tryin' to stay alive for my baby girl

With a chrome .44, but the handle's pearl

Y'all got a choice

If you wanna test my testicles

You can live like

Fruits or fuckin' vegetables

Uh

Now it's that dirty, dirty

Wild, wild south west shit

Mex and Cali

New Mexico thug shit

Federali

Speculatin' and we do shit

But biotch

This ain't nothin' but some music

That dirty, dirty

Wild, wild south west shit

Mex and Cali

New Mexico thug shit

Federalis

Speculatin' and we do shit

But this ain't nothin' but some music

I said, "Record this"

But I guess they must have missed it

According to statistics, you be dead or in prison

I feel reincarnated

Life after death, I've risen

Must be oppression, I was lost within the system

Gone for a hot one, a second, never too long

The unforgiven make a reckon, time for me to move on

Finally got my mind right, then time for the spotlight

I bust a rhyme about my lifestyle, it's how I rock mines

I came a long way from the block to (?), loaded crack pipes

Still smoke

Trees and hope

Heat

For to act right

The streets, told, me

Take a homey for my past life

Memories

Won't let me go, I hope this ain't my last night

Hoes, to

Homeys still

Tryin' to get the cash right

If not, they might get me, if they catch me slip in this fast life

The Federalis try to set me with some drug shit

Lock me up for like

It's that Mexicali thug shit

I got a letter from my road dawg, written in blood

He told me, "Keep doing your thang, dawg, never give up

I hear your music and your voice brings hope to the hood

We might have made some bad choices, slangin' dope in the hood

They got me locked down and stretched out for federal time

Them motherfuckers don't care if I'm dead or alive

My hoe lady got popped

Tried to sneak me a clavo in

She had a Keyster, but fuck, I couldn't swallow it

So now they cancelled all my visitations

I'm an incarcerated Scarface, rebilitatin'

I use your music as my inspiration

It's sounds for liberatin'

So keep doing what you're doin' with no limitations

One day, I'll get out

I'm a get my life together

I'm a get it quick and get it fast, cause nothin' last forever

Don't let no one never knock you, God gave you that gift

Because your music is life, " it's that New Mexico thug shit

I let the smoke in my

Air pass

It's just to stimulate the mind

Let me rest, from the stress, for a second, in time

My homey just did a bid

I wonder if I'm next

The possibilities of penitentary's on my chest

But I'm a mash, though

And keep away from the system

Put my music down, hopin' they listen, I'm no different

From the rest of the bald heads, tryin' to survive

In this city where these skinny niggas ridin' with nines

And everybody's diein'

It's like the world went crazy

But Lord, who made this lady kill her own two babies

And when I heard it was a baseball bat

I shed a tear

Cause I couldn't ever picture that

God damn

And then you wonder why I chief the dro

Just lost

Another homey couple agos

Streets know me

In the dirty, dirty

The wild, wild southwest

Where everyday, a nigga gotta pack his heat with a vest

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