DIRTY

Lyrics

Chorus: Let’s take it down to H-Town. Mekka Don!!!!!!! Let’s take it down to H-Town. This is mean muggin’ music. Let’s take it down to H-Town. Let’s take it down to H-Town. We goin’ dirty on ‘em. Let’s take it down to H-Town. We goin’ dirty on ‘em. Let’s take it down to H-Town. We goin’ dirty on ‘em. Let’s take it down to H-Town. We goin’ dirty on ‘em. Let’s take it down to H-Town. Verse 1: Oh f**k. I gotta go - got a nonstop flight. Several different shows going nonstop nights. In the big apple, gonna take that bite. Shorty see the cheese, wanna take that bite. I’m living that life – eating that bread. Got a smart chick – got a good head. Hands never dirty – laugh at the feds. You beat me? N***a, take your meds. In the H-Town. What you gotta say? Got a problem with a n***a, lemme holla at Clay. Shouts to the Prince. Rollin’ with tints. If I do dirt I ain’t leavin’ no prints. Get my grind on cus I gotta make rent. If it don’t make dollars then it don’t make sense. Mekka Don at the plate – point to the fence. Come in the Range, leave in the Benz. Laughing at n***as – laughing at h**s. When Mekka Don spit, n***a that s**t goes. Fresh from the top, down to my toes. What I got on n***a? Pilot Boy clothes! You know what it is. Whattup D Ward? Ya’ll n***as throw knives? Then we throw swords. See we rock s**t y’all can’t afford. Man where’s my jet? They’re making me board. Chorus: Let’s take it down to H-Town. Let’s take it down to H-Town. Let’s take it down to H-Town. Let’s take it down to H-Town. We goin’ dirty on ‘em. Let’s take it down to H-Town. We goin’ dirty on ‘em. Let’s take it down to H-Town. We goin’ dirty on ‘em. Let’s take it down to H-Town. We goin’ dirty on ‘em. Let’s take it down to H-Town. Verse 2: Ok, back again with the billion dollar flow. Homicide rap – Mekka kill ‘em with the flow. Go to Wikipedia if you really wanna know. Never gonna stop til a billy on the flow. They don’t really wanna go. Man, talk to the hand. Nah take that back man talk to the Benz. No, talk to the Jag. No, talk to the Range. Silly a*s hater, go get my change. Making it rain, just for the fun of it. Yea I know it’s silly but f**k it I’m loving it. Gimme that bottle – she said she’s chugging it. Breakfast in bed, man I love me a southern chick. Dinner – no menu. Off to the Venue. Put my boys on cus that’s what a friend do. Taking all shots. Roll with the team. Where we at next? You bet it’s Dreams! H-Town jumpin’ – gonna find me something. That bass be pumpin’. Rewind me cousin. Shoot for the stars. Aim for the clouds. Who I’m with b***h? I came with the crowd. So shake that thang, mama make me proud. If money do talk, we say that loud. I hear y’all talk – don’t make no sounds. We walk on water – call that W.O.W. Chorus: Let’s take it down to H-Town. Let’s take it down to H-Town. Let’s take it down to H-Town. Let’s take it down to H-Town. We goin’ dirty on ‘em. Let’s take it down to H-Town. We goin’ dirty on ‘em. Let’s take it down to H-Town. We goin’ dirty on ‘em. Let’s take it down to H-Town. We goin’ dirty on ‘em. Let’s take it down to H-Town. End: Whattup Houston? V, whattup? D Ward, I got you baby. Pilot Boys! Yeaaaaaaah! Let’s take it down to H-Town. Let’s take it down to H-Town. Let’s take it down to H-Town. Yeaaaaaaah! Mekka Don.