Lord, it's a low down dirty baby Low down shame the way you treat me Yes, it's a low down dirty baby Low down shame the way you treat me Alright baby,
Vertaling: BB King. Laag Dirty Baby.
Lord, it's a low down dirty baby Low down shame the way you treat me Yes, it's a low down dirty baby Low down shame the way you treat me Alright baby
retarded watch me mow down A bay bay! Im straight gangsta From my feet and cat down to my ankles Cant forget my feet Beef`s to me like bar-b-que its nothing
Bizzy Bone-Intro- Rest in peace, Karlos Shammar Davis. 7th Sign soldier. A.K.A. Low Down. Rest in peace, nigga. I love you. Yeah. It's just the dirty
wit' Young Dose and YC Readell Road, that's my street Ask around on the Eastside I'm the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the candy-painted
This one here, the return This for my dirty disco dancin', low-down No good muthafuckas The braided-up pimp is back The return of the shit-talker The
it's oh no about the info Gotta keep the shit on the down low On the down low, about the info Gotta keep the shit on the down low
to me like bar-b-que its nothing at all Thought that ratchet was a fool a bay bay goin off [Baby - Birdman:] Say that red hat them red b's white b's
fadin ya home (Gimme a dome) - Twenty inches hit the scene Smoke screen, open the do, big gold chain gleam We get low down and dirty fo that Triban Family
best broads, (ver)sace', diamonds, rollie wrist wear We done came along way from bein' small timers Now we blowin' makin' millions bein' rap rhymers Down & Dirty
