Sway
Dec 16th, 2002, 05:31:07 PM
Dirty Dog
I'm, I'm a dirty dog
I'm a dirty dog
I'm, I'm a dirty dog
Dirty Dog
I'm a dirty dog
Dirty Dog
I'm an outlaw (I'm an outlaw)
Quick on the draw (Quick on the draw)
Somethin you've never seen before (Never Seen before)
And I dare a mother<smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>er to come in my face
I got somethin chrome (I got somethin chrome)
And I got it from home (I got it from home)
And it ain't a microphone (It ain't a mic)
And I dare a mother<smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>er to come in my face
It's so real! How I feel!
Cause this society, that makes a nigga wanna kill!
I'm just straight ill! Ridin my motorcycle down the streets
While politicians - is soundin like strippers to me
They keep sayin, but I don't wanna hear it...
[Chorus]
Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Oooh baby you want me?
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
It's a raw night (It's a raw night)
Who wants to bar fight? (Who wants to bar fight?)
Well come on alright (Y'all come on)
And I dare a mother<smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>er to come in my face
Baseball bats (Baseball bats)
I got somethin for that (I got somethin for that)
It goes bla ka ka kat (You know what that is)
So I dare a mother<smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>er to come in my face
It's so real! How I feel!
Cause this society, that makes a nigga wanna kill!
I'm just straight ill! Ridin my motorcycle down the streets
While the government - they soundin like strippers to me
They keep sayin, but I don't wanna hear it...
[Chorus]
When you think of Harvey, think of a Harley
Blue denim, spiked wrists and narly
Slap-screws and tattoos that's all me
Two blondes, both arms feelin like Fonzie
You can find me drunk, whippin it might crash
Or find me chillin with crackers who like thrash
Find me in court, smokin that nice grass
Burnin the flag, all in the name of white trash
It's Harvey baby, Christ on the arm I'm gnarly baby
<smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont> with me? Not hardly baby
And you know the flow ungodly baby
So lets party baby..
Chicks nickname me prador, they get high off my <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>
I take 'em to my home, they call it the <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>-pit
Time for take off, they panties they drop quick
Now that's first class <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>in, ain't that some fly <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>?
[Chorus]
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In the green reflected room, the people of the drug-dealing gang, named Severe, sat around. Cigarette fumes went up to the ceiling, giving it a faint smokey effect to the room. The lights were down low, causing a shadow to hide Sway's dark green eyes in the dark. She sat on a chair, the cushions slightly ripped a bit everywhere, since when she had nothing to do, she just cut open the cushions to satisfy her pleasure of slicing something. She sat backwards, her chest resting against the back of the chair, her chin leaning on top. She listened to the others blurry conversation silently. Though she was the founder of this underground system, she seemed to be like the one the less in charge.
She had a sad expression on her face, most of the time, that is when she was bored, which is - most of the time. Her long black wavy hair rested on her shoulders. Her face had little asian details to it, making her some sort of exotic. Her glossy lips, her dark green eyes were useful tools when she needed to undercover to another's drug-dealer gang, mainly to kill him. All of the other gang leaders were male, oddly. She wore a white cut-up shirt, showing her belly, under her tight black jeans blazer along with a pair of leather pants. With a sigh, she sat up and ran her hand through her hair, taking out a pair of orange shades from her blazer's front pocket and put it on.
She rotated her neck as she spoke. "So ... What's happenin', guys ?"
She stood up slowly from her chair, pushing it back with her feet slowly. "I will not allow anyone coming here and toy with my clients."
Her clients. Satisfied customers that found happiness in the products she had made over the last year. A tiny little white bag, with the word Severe printed in it, in capital letters. Inside, was a little quantity of white powder, not to be taken too fast. It gave her clients a sense of power, some confidence and most importantly, more strength. Not dumb, of course she had made it so it could only last for a temporary time. So, they'd come back for more, like hungry vultures and also so that she'd make more --
"They are stealing my money, those [beep]in' [beep]holes." She muttered, angrily before kicking her chair violently across the room.
I'm, I'm a dirty dog
I'm a dirty dog
I'm, I'm a dirty dog
Dirty Dog
I'm a dirty dog
Dirty Dog
I'm an outlaw (I'm an outlaw)
Quick on the draw (Quick on the draw)
Somethin you've never seen before (Never Seen before)
And I dare a mother<smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>er to come in my face
I got somethin chrome (I got somethin chrome)
And I got it from home (I got it from home)
And it ain't a microphone (It ain't a mic)
And I dare a mother<smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>er to come in my face
It's so real! How I feel!
Cause this society, that makes a nigga wanna kill!
I'm just straight ill! Ridin my motorcycle down the streets
While politicians - is soundin like strippers to me
They keep sayin, but I don't wanna hear it...
[Chorus]
Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Oooh baby you want me?
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
It's a raw night (It's a raw night)
Who wants to bar fight? (Who wants to bar fight?)
Well come on alright (Y'all come on)
And I dare a mother<smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>er to come in my face
Baseball bats (Baseball bats)
I got somethin for that (I got somethin for that)
It goes bla ka ka kat (You know what that is)
So I dare a mother<smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>er to come in my face
It's so real! How I feel!
Cause this society, that makes a nigga wanna kill!
I'm just straight ill! Ridin my motorcycle down the streets
While the government - they soundin like strippers to me
They keep sayin, but I don't wanna hear it...
[Chorus]
When you think of Harvey, think of a Harley
Blue denim, spiked wrists and narly
Slap-screws and tattoos that's all me
Two blondes, both arms feelin like Fonzie
You can find me drunk, whippin it might crash
Or find me chillin with crackers who like thrash
Find me in court, smokin that nice grass
Burnin the flag, all in the name of white trash
It's Harvey baby, Christ on the arm I'm gnarly baby
<smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont> with me? Not hardly baby
And you know the flow ungodly baby
So lets party baby..
Chicks nickname me prador, they get high off my <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>
I take 'em to my home, they call it the <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>-pit
Time for take off, they panties they drop quick
Now that's first class <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>in, ain't that some fly <smallfont color={hovercolor}>-Censored-</smallfont>?
[Chorus]
------
In the green reflected room, the people of the drug-dealing gang, named Severe, sat around. Cigarette fumes went up to the ceiling, giving it a faint smokey effect to the room. The lights were down low, causing a shadow to hide Sway's dark green eyes in the dark. She sat on a chair, the cushions slightly ripped a bit everywhere, since when she had nothing to do, she just cut open the cushions to satisfy her pleasure of slicing something. She sat backwards, her chest resting against the back of the chair, her chin leaning on top. She listened to the others blurry conversation silently. Though she was the founder of this underground system, she seemed to be like the one the less in charge.
She had a sad expression on her face, most of the time, that is when she was bored, which is - most of the time. Her long black wavy hair rested on her shoulders. Her face had little asian details to it, making her some sort of exotic. Her glossy lips, her dark green eyes were useful tools when she needed to undercover to another's drug-dealer gang, mainly to kill him. All of the other gang leaders were male, oddly. She wore a white cut-up shirt, showing her belly, under her tight black jeans blazer along with a pair of leather pants. With a sigh, she sat up and ran her hand through her hair, taking out a pair of orange shades from her blazer's front pocket and put it on.
She rotated her neck as she spoke. "So ... What's happenin', guys ?"
She stood up slowly from her chair, pushing it back with her feet slowly. "I will not allow anyone coming here and toy with my clients."
Her clients. Satisfied customers that found happiness in the products she had made over the last year. A tiny little white bag, with the word Severe printed in it, in capital letters. Inside, was a little quantity of white powder, not to be taken too fast. It gave her clients a sense of power, some confidence and most importantly, more strength. Not dumb, of course she had made it so it could only last for a temporary time. So, they'd come back for more, like hungry vultures and also so that she'd make more --
"They are stealing my money, those [beep]in' [beep]holes." She muttered, angrily before kicking her chair violently across the room.