Haystak Dirty Dirty Lyrics

Dirty Dirty Lyrics

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Bout to do the damn thing you know

1, 2, it's live

I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty

Back to the mud

Some of these old country ass here

But first let me hit that boy



We blazed to haze

And drift away to encampment

Get my mind right

Then escape to the basement

We spent many moments

Minuets turned to hours

Motivated by the money

A passion for the power

Cowards talked very seldom acted

Bitches with nothing

To do but hate on staks shit

Worked my ass off

Stayed focused and made moves

Thus began the voyage from

Lebanon to Baton Rouge



I've been commin iced out

Jumping out of limos

Walking threw different wards

Giving away my demos

From Houston to Brooklyn

On tight ass beats

Flying coach man

I hate these fuckin

Tight ass seats

I knew the ride was rough

But I aint scared to fly

I'm at piece with my self

And I'm prepared to die

I come back off tour

Covered in mud

After walking threw neighborhoods

Full of Cribs and Bloods

I'm



[HOOK 2x]

Dirty dirty rough and raw

Kept it real with my people

Never fucked with yall

Say fuck the law

Fuck the brauds

Live my life to the fullest

And I did it because



I was a turnout raised on some big boy shit

I love fully automatics and red nose pits

I love clubs when there crunked rowdy and wild

I love rappers with their own original style

I love big boned brauds down home cooking

I love to retaliate on the blind side when the bitch aint looking

I see a lot of wannabes but I can't let that bother me

Thinking it will be their downfall that's my falsify



Honestly this whole shits and atrocity

Quote me

H-A-Y-S-T-A-K apostrophe

M-A-K apostrophe M-I double L

I-O-N he who blaze new trails



Ive been cuffed and took to jail

For possession and sale

You know I aint gonna tell

Go-on get me a bail

So I can go and grab these Ls out of grannies and paws

I got them hid way back deep in the garage

That's





[HOOK 2x]

Dirty dirty rough and raw

Kept it real with my people

Never fucked with yall

Say fuck the law

Fuck the brauds

Live my life to the fullest

And I did it because



Way back in the woods where the weed plants grow

Where the bulldogs fight till they cant no more

We smoke that dodo, that straight dro

You talk that big shit and still blow that Pedro

Make 'do before you come here bumping your gums

You had me standing over your body like

"What have I done?"

I mic becomes a smoking gun before the time that I'm threw

A murder weapon used to do every fool in your crew

I get a rush when I just pick it up and hold it

Check check, stak be careful that's loaded

I exploded on the scene like napalm

That white boys the bomb

Every word was as holy as the Curran

Or the King James Bible

The book of Mormon

I done seen homies turn to confidential informants

And that's



[HOOK 2x]

Dirty dirty rough and raw

Kept it real with my people

Never fucked with yall

Say fuck the law

Fuck the brauds

Live my life to the fullest

And I did it because