[Intro Sample: Chris Rock & Mario Joyner]
Man it is hot today
Woo it's hot out here man
It is hot today
You know it is hot out
Yeah I just said that, I said it is hot out here man
Yeah you know it's hot too
Yeah that´s why I said it man, it is hot out here!
I know I'm just saying, it's hot too
[Dirty Sanchez]
Man, I haven't been in the studio mad long, this is 47 shit
[Verse 1: Dirty Sanchez]
Young boy but I'm a little mature in the literature
Trying to read my mind next, my eyes been red
All the lows and highs more blunts can't heal it
Another dropped trash now the little bug is a little boy like a firefly
Gold spirit flyer, word to God when I speak to myself
I feel inspired, these are diary words
If you see what I see you would cry every night
It's cause of the pot fry every verse, reverse psychology
Got my enemies proud of me, fuck Twitter
We could end the wars right now do you follow me
Hope when they say my name it tastes bitter
They freed all the of the slaves
I freed all of my niggas
How could you have made it if your minds all made up by
Government lies, government ties, you're not a winner
I'm the [?] I'm lifted I'm blasted
Spit crack like chapped lips and teeth chipping green
Stinking up the plastic, pimping
Know what that means still serving them fiends
My entire required them black Timbs are fire
Stashing the green like it's in my jeans
Been higher than my self-esteem since 15
Never been on a team
No eye in the finish line, I've been eyeing it
All you finish line God was made it my image
It's Dirty
Man it is hot today
Woo it's hot out here man
It is hot today
You know it is hot out
Yeah I just said that, I said it is hot out here man
Yeah you know it's hot too
Yeah that´s why I said it man, it is hot out here!
I know I'm just saying, it's hot too
[Dirty Sanchez]
Man, I haven't been in the studio mad long, this is 47 shit
[Verse 1: Dirty Sanchez]
Young boy but I'm a little mature in the literature
Trying to read my mind next, my eyes been red
All the lows and highs more blunts can't heal it
Another dropped trash now the little bug is a little boy like a firefly
Gold spirit flyer, word to God when I speak to myself
I feel inspired, these are diary words
If you see what I see you would cry every night
It's cause of the pot fry every verse, reverse psychology
Got my enemies proud of me, fuck Twitter
We could end the wars right now do you follow me
Hope when they say my name it tastes bitter
They freed all the of the slaves
I freed all of my niggas
How could you have made it if your minds all made up by
Government lies, government ties, you're not a winner
I'm the [?] I'm lifted I'm blasted
Spit crack like chapped lips and teeth chipping green
Stinking up the plastic, pimping
Know what that means still serving them fiends
My entire required them black Timbs are fire
Stashing the green like it's in my jeans
Been higher than my self-esteem since 15
Never been on a team
No eye in the finish line, I've been eyeing it
All you finish line God was made it my image
It's Dirty
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