You know we're straight straight out of that dirty south Dirty roads, nobody got no money Got them shined up up pickup trucks Whistlin' at them honies From the country, yes sir You know we're straight straight out of that long week work At night, everybody wanna party All

I got a man that's always late Any time we have a date But I love him Yes I love him I'm gonna walk up up to his gate See if we can't get this thing straight 'Cause I want him And I'm gonna have him Say is you is, or is you ain't my baby

Let's see if you a rider for real I really wanna see if you a rider for real Don't think just 'cause you grip the wheel Makes you a straight straight up rider for real I don't know, I don't know If I should give you the key to my soul I don't know, no, I don't

If my man was fighting Some unholy war I would be behind him Straight Straight shook up up beside him With strength he didn't know It's you I'm fighting for He can't lose with me in tow I refuse to let him go At his side, and drunk on pride

I'm with that woop Fuck all that turn up up the headphones shit But turn up up my headphones anyway Huh? (Boom production) Turnt gangster Sir, bun up up the main road Run up up and stay low Turn up up the radio Dirt, straight straight family

Don't second guess yourself Straight Straight up They say the government mislead the youth, youth, youth (Tell 'em when you went to the park and everybody came back and) And welfare don't mean well for you, you, you, you (What about when you tried to do a side

You've been mean And your crying won't help you baby Oh, crying won't help you now You ought to do a little better, baby You ought to straighten up up and fly right Oh no matter what you say baby No matter what you do The way you treat me baby You know, is

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut up up some jeans, come up up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight straight A student Teacher's pet or child

Bust a trip, come and be my tourist Pretty bitches walkin' 'round my forest How does it feel, my nigga? Damn it feel great Bust a trip, come and be my tourist (Straight Straight up!) How does it feel, my nigga? Bust a trip and come and be my tourist Hallelujah,

No hearts, no love no kumbaya yeah When you put the work in man it shows Straight Straight up out the ashes then I rose I done hit a all time low Been at a stand-still and had to go go go Man they out here on a scheme like la-la-la Breaking promises you need like