Letras:
Dirty What It Is

tell them niggaz that they fake I let 'em know, they don't want it they can get it any day But they'll rather hide and be quiet 'bout what they say Approach

em blog about it) Abosulutely, man, I'll let you guys be the judge (You know you gonna do it anyway, fuck it) B.o.B or T.I.P. Know what I'm saying, you

are sensible There ain't no outcome without illusion But I let you in the first place, girl you know what you're doin' This is dirty sex, backseats, over

is ugly, where souls are forgotten, Where black is the color, where none is the number, And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it, And

me, so walk away You're not anybody, anyway I'm intentionally intoxicated Pretending nothing is real, infatuated Hit or miss, hit or miss, hit or miss it

on... Seats is brunette... paint is dirty blonde Speaking of dirty blonde... say hi to curvy don... fergie john With the body movement of a turbion... I just watch ha, it

man Clue! Holla at cha boy Skatin Dolla Duro! it's our year man Desert Storm, we gon' kill niggas man You already know what it is It's a ho'cide man Stop

and say thank ya) Now that's keepin' it gangsta (keepin' it gangsta) [Chorus - Fabolous] Ya'll know who Keepin' it Gangsta We come through Keepin' it

'm here to shake up the world, yeah uh This is the digiwax remix Ras Kass, Ghetto Fab, Fresh [Ras Kass] This is the Man Show Can't kick it if you don