Lil` Kim Durty Lyrics

Durty Lyrics

[Intro: Millie Jackson] Due to the fact that there are some people

Like the lady over there that said she was

Who thinks I'm dirty

I really couldn't give a shit

'Cause ya'll by my records

Them same ones that be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty

Be buyin' my shit and hidin' it



[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] Why all di dutty nigga dem sit around and judge me

All dem a chat bout, don't even budge me cause

Mi no owe nobody no explanation

I convert it over to di almighty one

When dis bad gyal come out

We jus run dem in di morgue and dem caan't come out

some a di gyal 'em need to jus shut dem mouth

some a di dutty niggaz need to jus shut dem....



Lil' Kim stay hot

Pull up with my nigga in the eighty foor yacht

Man this hatin' don't stop

Real recognize real you studio gangstas kill me

I know my vets in the game got to feel me

'Cause from the gate I *brrrr-raaa* down the door

Like Eddy Murphy I gave it to you raw

Two-piece bikini, Fendi mink draggin' on the floor

Kim been the first lady since I dropped Hard Core

A lot of these hoes livin' vicariously through me

'Steada doin' them, they'd rather do me

Watchin' them is like a Broadway play

Sittin' next to the Queen 

Is the closest they'll ever get to Brooklyn

Why ya'll frontin' you know who the best be

I'm the reason why the game so sexy

The originator, the trend creator

Bitch, you dun know you haffa respect me



[Interlude: Millie Jackson] I know what you think, she's such a fuckin'
lady

Yes I am, that's right, I was raised that way



[Verse 2: Lil' Kim] Now if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon it

Mon want it, make 'im pay it down

Now if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon it

Mon want it, make 'im pay it down



No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard dat

No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh

So don't preach to me 'bout singing

All I want is mah self respect

You see your words don't mean a thing

Show me a man, who neva sin yet, uh-uh



The feds pinched me for shootin'

But instead they indicted me for my fuckin' music

This jealous muthafucka and this prosecutin' dyke bitch

Probly go home, listen to How Many Licks

Stay away from 5-0, that's that hiphop cop

These cheese eatin' rodents really got the game caught

You see when you on top, niggas want what you got

Even though they idolize you, they still critisize you



So don't preach to me bout singing , I, I am just a woman

You've got your feelings I got mine, I'm only human

And I gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on

I've gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on

I'm tryna go down as a gyal who know how to get it on

I...gotta go down as a gyal who know how to get it on



So if mi waan fi skin out and gwaan like mi bad

That's just between me and mi God

And if mi waan fi shot out and gwaan like mi bad

That's just up to me



Now if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon it

Mon want it, make 'im pay it down

Now if a mon want it, make 'im pay down pon it

Mon want it, make 'im pay it down

No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh, heard dat

No money no love, sistas, no money no ugh

So don't preach to me 'bout singing

All I want is mah self respect