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11.30 (Dirtiest Trick In Town)

 

11.30 (Dirtiest Trick In Town)

(album: Signs Of A Struggle - 2005)


The shot of the bomb in the night

Well, gimme the woman who fi love-up shi man properly
Mi no wanna gal wid da wrong recipe
If she have fi a di lovin and the right mentality

And she don't wanna trick me
You never knew that you hurt me
I woke to fall in love
Must been 'bout 11.30 and you never tried to phone
Now i'm thinking not you're dirty
And now I gotta trying calm, calm down
You ain't backing down, backing down
From the dirtiest trick in town oh oh
You're the dirtiest trick in town

The shot of the bomb in the night

You never let me love you,
You never let me love you like I can
You never let me love you, god damn
You never let me love you like a man can

You should never tried to fool me
Don't you know I am
Far from ordinary
A hard working man
And never let you control me
Like the ones you knock, knock down
Will make you back down, back down
From the dirtiest trick in town
You're the dirtiest trick in town

Well, gimme the woman who fi love-up shi man properly
Mi no wanna gal wid da wrong recipe
If she have fi a di lovin and the right mentality

Da linguist wont be your accessory
You tried to double cross me now you lost me
This relationship showed proof to be costly
I'm in da studio I'm flippin with the posse
But all my beats sounds wrong and lyrics sound off key
I lost my knack to lay down a track
It took me a strong cognac to get my flow back

I cant believe this is me complanin

The one stamina maintaining lyrical reigning argument and excuse explaining (uh huh)
You feminism ship has gone overboard (well look)
You left your man ignored (well look)
Lord, as the words for my vocal chords move towards your eardrums your realize

You're a fraud and then some

(The shot) Its just like the shot (of a bomb in the night)
An explosion of insight you dirt tricks hold tight
Please

Gimme da woman who fi love-up shi man properly
Mi no wanna gala wid da wrong recipe
If she have fi a di lovin and the right mentality

And she don't wanna trick me

You never let me love you,
You never let me love you like I can
You never let me love you, god damn
You never let me love you like a man can

Gimme da woman who fi love-up shi man properly
Mi no wanna gala wid da wrong recipe
If she have fi a di lovin and the right mentality

And she don't wanna trick me

done

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