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Dirty son of a bitches Need to wash they motherfuckin' ass, man Don't make no goddamn sense Shits pissin' me off, man I'm serious than a motherfucker Dirty-ass bitches Hey yo, I think I better break for the door 'Cause somebody ain't washed that ass for sure Could it be Crazy C? I have to pause You my nigga but it smell like you done shitted in your drawers On the other hand my man C always clean But one of you hoes in this room smell like a dope fiend Now I done told you time and time again in the past Don't be grimey and slimey, bitch, was your ass Wash your ass, wash your ass, wash your ass Keep your ass clean Wash your ass, wash your ass, wash your ass Keep your ass clean (wash it) Wash your ass, wash your ass, wash your ass (Dirty-ass bitch) keep your ass clean Wash your ass, wash your ass, wash your ass Keep your ass clean Funky bitch, why don't you take a bath hoe? You been havin' them same drawers on three days in a row Dirty bastard, go clean your dick Far as your breath, it smells like baby shit The shit stains in your drawers are black as tar And there's enough shit in your ears to wax my fuckin' car This is a test that I hope you pass Sit back, kick back, bitch, and wash your ass Wash your ass, wash your ass, wash your ass Keep your ass clean Wash your ass, wash your ass, wash your ass Keep your ass clean Have you ever been locked down with a nigga that stank? You tell hime take a shower, he say "nuh-uh, no I ain't" You ever seen some shit like this? A grown-ass nigga smellin' just like dried piss That don't make no motherfuckin' sense Bitch, cover yourself with soap and take your time to rinse That oughta help ya I figure 'Cause if you a dirty nigga yo you a lonely-ass nigga At least that's how it is in that world And when you're locked down, don't even worry about a fuckin' girl 'Cause that just makes your time longer While they on another flow, with funk that's stronger Than the average male species They scratch they pussy so much I bet they got fleas Old dirty motherfucker Sittin' in their tanks all day, eatin' each other That's the end, yeah the end of the class And I want all you motherfuckers in the world, to wash your ass Yeah check it out, check it out Yo, we gonna kick it like this President Bush, wash your ass Secretary of State, wash your ass Everybody in the world, wash your ass Everybody down with me, wash your ass If you ain't down with me, wash your ass I don't care who you are, just wash that ass I'm outta here Wash your ass, wash your ass, wash your ass Keep your ass clean Wash your ass, wash your ass, wash your ass Keep your ass clean
Writer(s): Rick J. Jordan, H P Baxxter, Jens Peter Thele, Soeren Buehler, Ferris Bueller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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