Woorden:
Thunder Dirty Love

long I don't want nothing to do with you Chorus: I don't need your dirty love, I don't want you touching me I don't want your dirty love, it's enough

your soul, leave that alone Can't change your role, Big Daddy Low Don't break your back less than love Don't trade your love stars above And Marie,

to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me Aight crew? (No doubt Pun) Aight then, let's fight then I'm hyphened, comin' with the thunder

in love with it And they niggaz Sound man holla black come with it Spin the record 'til the record done spinning Up top is you getting up with it? Dirty dirty

Out on the strip, until I reach the margin Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend Locked up with dirty

That boy spittin', what's his name? 40, quarter, biatch [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I stage a place, place stage a me I'm a vision of truth, just a true MC Love

hard rain's a-gonna fall What did you hear, my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder that roared

dirty work Promises broken, hearts on red alert The surface will heal but it's feelin' like a permanent hurt What were you thinkin' when you fell in love

There was a man named Hatma Gandi He would not bow down he would not fight He knew the deal was down and dirty And nothing wrong could make it right away