Dirt Nasty - 1980
I got a gold chain
I'm on cocaine
I'm like yo mang
I rolled in, straight from Oakland
Holding my dick like a US Open Trophy
Word up to hyphy, y'all don't know me - Dirt Nasty
Asscheecks spread wide
G-string, to the side
1 drink, courvoisier
2 drinks, vodka straight
3 drink, I'm in the sink
Throwin up on my brand new mink
Coke, and I'm doing coke
Y'all can't hold my donkey rope (nope)
Call the pope, pray for me
Gold Rolls Royce with? (ding)
I lived through the 80s, and shit was crazy
Everybody wanna know my name, bring the pain and pop the champagne
Every girl wanna hold my chain when I fuck their brains out on the Mustang
I got a gold chain
Like it was 1980
I'm on cocaine
Like it was 1980
I'm like yo mang
Like it was 1980
It sure don't seem that way to me, and tell your girl to stop paging me
I rolled in, stoned as hell
Whine lines, gold gazelles
Hotel on Sunset
Young hos get undressed (you bet)
Done dick ain't done yet
Insert the clip and get the gun wet
'Nuff said, I'm radical
T-shirt say 'party animal' (rawr)
I ain't no amateur
This ain't no Hands Across America
I shine like Morrisey on Hennesey on x-mas eve (no)
No more like Morris Day on lea dressing gay (ding)
I lived through the 80s, and shit was crazy
Everybody want to know my name, bring the pain and pop the champagne
Every girl wanna hold my chain when I fuck their brains out on the Mustang
I got a gold chain
Like it was 1980
I'm on cocaine
Like it was 1980
I'm like yo mang
Like it was 1980
It sure don't seem that way to me, and tell your girl to stop paging me.
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