| I woke up in the hospital
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| Catheter in my dick, suckin' on a Popsicle
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| They say you ran over officers, in a 5.0
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| Bumpin' papa roach
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| I said, «Where's my clothes?»
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| Half swoll with a Tahoe nose
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| My brain straight froze
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| So cold I’m ice skatin' on hoes
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| Got to leave this town
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| (Dirt nasty)
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| And change my name, yeah
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| (Dirt nasty)
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| My future’s lookin' dim
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| (Dirt, Dirt nasty)
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| Like it’ll never, never be the same
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| I woke up in the back of the cop car
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| With my dick lookin' redder than a lobster
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| Smellin' like tuna tar, tar
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| All you can eat shrimp dick and pasta
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| I don’t bother my father
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| I don’t know where he lives, I think Reno Nevada
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| He addicted to vodka and he the same reason
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| I ain’t talked to my daughter
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| Got to leave this town
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| (Dirt nasty)
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| And change my name, yeah
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| (Dirt nasty)
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| My future’s lookin' dim
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| (Dirt, dirtiest rapper alive)
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| Like it’ll never, never be the same
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| This Dirt Nasty tryin' to leave this
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| This ghetto streets and the poverty
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| And the livelihood stricken
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| From the white community, call it now
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| I woke up in Attica, gettin' my back rubbed
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| By a black panther from Africa
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| He looked like Shaft identical
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| And he thought I looked like Lars from Metallica
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| Shit was magical
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| Afterwards we shared a Marlboro romantically
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| Then I got released
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| Dick picked me up in a black caprice
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| Got to leave this town
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| And change my name, yeah
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| My future’s lookin' dim
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| Like it’ll never, never be the same
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| Got to leave this town
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| And change my name, yeah
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| My future’s lookin' dim
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| Like it’ll never, never be the same
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| All these other prophets
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| These are the chosen few
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| These are the selected youth
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| These are the ones that shine upon
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| Thine meridian with a 4th level of Gondor
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| I am a metaphysical visionary
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| Third chapter dimensions
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| Castle of corgi, I see darkness
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| Intertwine my mind upon thy 9 caliber
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| Russian roulette stamina
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| Tylenol flip the fast track of
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| The anomaly that’s preposterous
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| (Stop)
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| My words are better verbs towards the
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| (Stop, stop)
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| Shut the fuck up man, what’s wrong with you?
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| Nothin' man, you know? |
| I been doin' good
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| Quit smokin' weed, y’know
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| I’ve been doin' some yoga, little pilates
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| Just gettin' more in tune with myself
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| You know, gettin' in touch with mind
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| Spirit, and body
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| You sound like a little bitch
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| Take a hit of this
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| And kick that old Dirt Nasty shit
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| About gettin' yo dick sucked |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gotta Leave This Town, artist - Dirt Nasty. Album song Dirt Nasty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп