UGK - Dirty Money Lyrics






[Verse 1: Bun B]
Say, look here man I'm a rapper
Hold up, let me take that back
I make rap music, but that don't mean all a nigga do is rap
But that don't matter I've been labeled, stigmatized, stereotyped
There's an entertainment disease worse than cancer, a venereal type
I spit imperial-type game like Digga from the Sqaud
But they act like they can't separate a real nigga from the fraud
Rule number one: never send a boy to fuck a grown ass lady
And respect the game 'cause the game is known to be gone fast baby
Now It's a long pass maybe you should try diving for it
Fools act like they striving for it hit Total Request Live and blow it
Knowing ain't a giving and nothing is
See all this candy-coated and bluffing is detrimental to our beautiful black southern kids
Enough of this man, let's get this here straight like creases
It's a never-ending cycle and motion that never ceases
It's compresses and releases and for the love of Jesus
It's breaks the soul, now we forever left to pick up the pieces it's dirty money

[Chorus x2: Bun B]
Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
Yeah, it's bright outside but not nessicarily sunny
And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby

[Verse 2: Pimp C]
Every drug I sold was for the dirty money
Most of my niggas is dead because the game is funny
You could get your life took at the drop of the dime
But I'mma pimp till the end and keep my money on mind
Most of my life I've been broke trying to save my bread
I never ask to be hustling now I watch out for feds
'Cause niggas be talking and giving up game
About the cheese, the green, the pills, the coke D's
I marry my pockets, so now I chase my queen
Keep a thang for the haters with the red beam
Every since fifteen I've been a big money fiend
Sippin' cold codeine and pulling up clean
Popping up at the spot and dropping the top
And keep a bad yellow ?? with my dick on rock uh!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Bun B]
You can't get no house, no car
No weed, no bar, no flash, no show
No class, no flow, no help, no love
No liquor, no drug, no clique, no crew
No tracks to flow to, no pager, no phone
No flavor, no zone, no fiend, no cut
no wife, no slut, no name,
Nowhere in the game to get me five
No nothing without that dirty ass M-O-N-E-Y

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Pimp C]
My momma taught me what the value of a dollar should be
But everybody I saw balling was rolling selling Ki's
In the late 80's niggas pulling up on D's
Putting dick up in these hoes and making 'em pay fees
Learn how to ride dirty 'cause ain't shit for free
Then all them niggas got popped that's all I needed to see
For some the dope game cool 'cause that's all that they could be
I know God ain't put me down here just to be serving no fiends [x2]

[Chorus]





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  1. M.... C....

    Swear this shit is still a MF CLASSIC!!! R.I.P. Pimp !!

  2. C.... R....

    Back in the day when thisonendropped I was living in NC and hadn't heard shit from Texas in a minute. I seen dis and I just bought it at circuit city without hesitation. I was the only one that jammed it I think. Military life. Still tough.

    C.... R....

    DUMBASS LOL

  3. W.... B....

    Wat upperKB.

  4. M.... W....

    Classic in every hood. RIP pimp c ugk 4 life

  5. j.... ....

    Took me back to November 2001 I think, ridin' in my 92 Candy Royal Blue STS Cadillac with two of the homies, with the hundred spokes and vogues, 4 twelves in the trunk, coogi outfit on iced out on the way to see Ludacris in my city Richmond, Va...love that Texas Down South slurs

  6. K.... B....

    Sweet James Jones muthafucka!!!💎⛽🏧🎤🚤🚤🙏🙏

  7. T.... R....

    tomorrow is my niece 🎂she love this ablum she be dancing right now R.I.P. mess you 👏👏👏

    T.... R....

    YOU DUMBASS SHE CANT HEAR YOU WHY WOULD SHE BE DANCING TO A HOE SONG MABE THATS WHY SHE IS DEAD

  8. r.... ....

    Who are the 26 idiots that hit the thumbs down?

    r.... ....

    Now 40 fuckboys who can"t get a bitch ta LET EM SEE IT

  9. m.... b....

    First thing first Ima need dat DNA. Then we can talk about the birth certificate. ok now lemme see it.

    m.... b....

    DNA??? YOU SOUND AND LOOK LIKE A DUMBASS CLOWN

  10. c.... w....

    Terrible quality

  11. I.... K....

    You know what time it is when you hear them 808s and the scratches.

  12. M.... T....

    Banana colored box Chevy beating down the blocc. smoking on sum ghetty.

  13. E.... T....

    c L a s s i C

  14. R.... G....

    ive been looking for this song for years.. finally found it ..

  15. J.... ....

    Miss PUMP C. THAT NIGGA BE SPLITTING SOM REAL ASS SHIT.ALL HIS SONGS STILL APPLY TO THESE NOTHIN ASS NIGGAS:)::))

  16. f.... ....

    sick ass beat

  17. L.... s....

    Love this song UGK FOR LIFE RIP PIMP C

  18. b.... d....

    C L A S S I C

  19. D.... T....

    PIMP C bihhhhh

  20. C.... R....

    Classic

  21. a.... ....

    This song makes me happy.

  22. B.... ....

    Oh yeah this song never gets old.

  23. D.... ....

    lmao yah right i hate getting shot at when im at parties... a playa just tryna get twisted nah mean

  24. D.... ....

    2013 shiiiiit

  25. A.... m....

    This was back when u could go to a house party without gettin shot n sweat yo perm out lol...memories

  26. C.... ....

    4 people scared too see it

  27. a.... ....

    Who made this beat?!

  28. R.... B....

    Take it off bitch bend over let me see it...im sweet James Jones and a trick i couldn't be it!- This song got Memorys for days

  29. M.... ....

    Ayeee let me see it

  30. K.... K....

    paškasta stvar :P

  31. Q.... E....

    BEST GRINDIN', POP THAT THANG, Twerk That ASS, SPEND THAT CASH SONG!!!!

  32. v.... ....

    das wut im tambat!

    v.... ....

    vortexx76 Google,