Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the console Memory
Yeah, ah, Ice-T back in that ass, return of the real Muthafuckas fakin' and frontin' like they don't know what time it is Niggas on the streets ain't
The sun is comin' up and I'm just goin' down Everywhere I look the world keeps turnin' 'round Though I said, I never would be satisfied Oh baby, I lied
Some come up and some come young Live to love and give good tongue Sit down, get down in the sun Rocket to the woman is on the one Well, I like dirt,
It's been a long time, since I've spoken to you Was it the right time? Your current troubles, and you know, they'll get much worse I hope you know how
Dirty streets and dirty deals Doesnt need thinking about Nor when you're eating your home-cooked meals but Actually it fucking does Dirty streets and
Galacto Inspector do you read me? Yes Captain Status? Completed Your mission was to land on the Dirtball and explore it thoroughly You were to monitor
[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo y'all niggas can't do what I do, straight up But if you're ready to roll with me Know what I'm saying Y'all got to obey Dirt Dog
-Mommy? -Yes Son? -Where does dirt come from? -Dirt comes from: The Worms. -Wow! Awesome! There is a chipmunk At the center of the earth And in his big
It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it It's a dirty job but
Bulldozers and dirt, bulldozers and dirt What's your mama got hidden up her shirt? I like to play and I like to work But most of all I like bulldozers
Chillin' on a dirt road Laid back, swervin' like I'm George Jones Smoke rollin' out the window An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up
Some come up and some come young Live to love and give good tongue Sit down get down in the sun Rocket to the woman is on the one Chorus: I like dirt
Extremities confusing me Affect me night and day Fascinated, devastated Critical decade Vanishing greenery, changing scenery Yet somehow I accept Extremities
By day we're dormant Because it's too hot outside now Nocturnal notions As we leave or cocoons Antennae tuned to inhuman vibrations Shaping the cities
I looked across the North Sea And the sea looked so dead I wondered what this place would look like In the next twenty years But where I'm living All
Nine tenths of the law than sic is possession Life expressed in matter is a blasphemy Success defined by acquisition stinks So busy trying to make a living
You are inspiration to me You are my inspiration of how not be You are my inspiration to achieve a better way of life The crowd was one, oblivion ran
