Play Dirty

Paul Wall

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    [hook]
    Play Dirty
    Like I slipped in mud before the game
    and The Coach wouldn't even let a playa go change
    Play Dirty
    I talk more trash than Ali
    I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
    Play Dirty
    Break ya nose like Rodman did Pippen
    the minute you start trippin, I'll slip the banana clip in
    Play Dirty
    Everything in life ain't fair so sometimes you gotta play dirty
    Do you feel me on that there?

    [50/50 Twin]
    Man fuck a rule book cuddy I play dirty
    I cook 2 on stovers when I cook birdies
    I got tattoos white boxers T-shirts and slugs
    If in the mirror then I'm fixin my mug
    I put a nigga on the top floor
    I beat him with a jack show him that I'm not a hoe
    fill an application out at papadeaux's
    work my way up to manager and rob the hoes
    You never know what I'm gonna do next like a lava lamp
    pull out the pockets on the damn dada pants
    Ridin in a throwed lil car hotter than some fiya ants
    I be actin like Bin Laden I think I got a problem man
    I ain't the baddest in the world but I'm the baddest you done seen
    I want you out that car now pull over like trina
    Ya patna owe me cash I'm gon get that bank
    Put a bomb under the car and a twist in the gas tank what

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    [hook]

    [Paul Wall]
    Catch me at the club with a clutch at my waist
    If a hata run up I leave a scuff on his face
    Blood on his face get drug thru a lake
    for goodness sake invite the hood to his wake
    banana in ya tail pipe sugar in ya tank
    dis combobulate ya fuel pump when ya car crank
    swallow up ya fear break a bottle on a chair
    grab a model by the hair when you holla in the air
    girl give me your number or I'll steal ya car
    Lew hawk at the bar robbing mone from the tip jar
    throw ya neighborhood up if you ain't barrin
    and if a busta hold the place don't sit there and ignore it
    break a hata nose dismantle his jaw
    Them Hollywood Boys gon handle the bar
    If he tries to make a move then take him to the lot
    Trunk pop stash pot with the automatic glock

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