Pull The Sours Out Dirty Sanchez 47 (Ft. Jakk Da Rhymer & Rokamouth)

[Intro: Samples]
Here we go, AK-47, the very best days
When you absolutely, positively, got to kill every motherfucker in the room, except no substitutes

Nothing gets between me and my AK

[Intro: Dirty Sanchez]
It's New Yuck City baby, uh
It's Dirty, look

[Verse 1: Dirty Sanchez]
Dirty don't dance
How he so cool, you can tell he got fans
You microwave niggas get your plans foiled
Chances are, you can't stand
On your own two, so you fell through the quicksand
Probably why i am so over your head (Haha, hah)
And for the bread and butter I leave niggas in the gutter
Dear summer, I remind 'em of you how we son 'em
Used to be a little brother, now I fund 'em
Fundamental, trustin' good, not trusting is better
Said I climb the latter to success, 47 Style
I was outside looking in and now I'm looking out
Told 'em catch up, but they couldn't, so they Sauerkraut

[Hook 1: Dirty Sanchez]
Pull the sours out nigga, uh
Pull the sours out nigga, uh
Pull the sours out nigga, uh
Pull the sours out nigga, nigga, nigga
It's Dirty