Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap - AC/DC

They came in thinkin' top dollar To that old cotton crop farmer They knocked on his screen door, and he said "Lord, what you need, boys," and they said "You know all the others went and cashed out We got the subdivision all mapped out It'll sit right here on this land And you can leave town a rich man" And he said, "Boys, whatever you're offerin', it won't be enough 'Cause I got a little girl that used to swing right there I still see her pink bow in her brown hair She's in the big city, but she still calls home What's she gonna do if she comes back, and we're gone? And over there, under that wide oak tree Beneath the cross is where my best buddy's buried Lasted 13 huntin' season runnin' strong Keep your money 'cause a man can't leave his dog And over there is where I got down on one knee You can't buy that kind of dirt cheap" One man smiled and he kinda looked away The other said, "Before we go, I gotta know one thing Between the droughts and the floods through all the years What in the world got you through? How the hell'd you get here?" And he said "That little girl that used to swing right there I still see her pink bow in her brown hair Runnin' up after one of them long days A big smile makin' every little worry fade And over there, under that wide oak tree Beneath the cross, where my best buddy's buried All them huntin' seasons freezin' in a Jon boat Me and him, double-barrel and a two-stroke And that woman that said yes when I got down on one knee Yeah, you can't buy that kind of dirt cheap" No, it ain't somethin' you fall into It's somethin' God gives you And you hold on to Just like that little girl who used to swing right there I still see her pink bow in her brown hair She's in the big city now, but she still calls home She's comin' back next week, and man, it's been too long And over there, under that wide oak tree Beside the cross, where my best buddy's buried Lays a puppy posted up in the shade That woman never could turn away a stray I guess this's why she said, "Yes" when I got down on one knee Oh, long as all this is here, why the hell would I ever leave? And you can't buy that kind of dirt cheap

Drive down the wrong street on the right day I don't have cold feet but its hard to read you babe Are we turning left and are we feeling right Can we take the next step too many red lights Was it too rude to just allude Picture us nude on Sunday afternoon Was it too rude to just allude Scrabble in my room Oh I love you whole You're like gold to me My love is dirt cheap And you had me sold I love you whole You're like gold to me My love is dirt cheap And you had me sold I love you whole You're like gold to me My love is dirt cheap And you have me sold I love you whole You're like gold to me My love is dirt cheap And you have me sold With you I feel the difference when you are away You wanna roll a spliff but it's the middle of the day And is there a time limit on how long I get to keep ya Oh I know I'm a beast but you're the perfect creature Was it too rude to just salute Picture us nude on Sunday afternoon Is it too rude just picture us nude Happy with a view Oh I love you whole You're like gold to me My love is dirt cheap And you have me sold I love you whole You're like gold to me My love is dirt cheap And you have me sold I love you whole You're like gold to me My love is dirt cheap And you have me sold I love you whole Oh I love you whole You're like gold to me My love is dirt cheap And you had me sold I love you whole My love, my love My love is dirt cheap My love, my love My love is dirt cheap My love, my love My love is dirt cheap

Uh I guess it's that time, huh? Montana And I'll use you as a warning sign (uh) That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (nothing like it) And I'll use you as a focal point So I don't lose sight of what I want (coke boys, south bronx) And I moved further than I thought I could (wave blues, bravo) But I missed you more than I thought I would (It's the intro, haan) And I'll use you as a warning sign (mac & cheese 5, ah) That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind (coke Boy, baby, bye-bye-bye) Get ready to rumble (haan) Woo Bye-bye-bye Ay, ay-ay-ay Montana Frontin' like they gave me somethin' when I had to takе it Fresh out the hole, Christophеr Walken, back of the Lincoln What about the time wearin' the same clothes, stinkin'? Hustlin' with a visa, could have got deported, what you was thinkin'? Haan, man, I had to do it My mom's welfare, my pops blew it Tried to swallow my pride, but couldn't chew it I been through it, I couldn't speak English fluent Now she French kissin' me, cribs, cars be the newest (what?) Yeah, newest right? I remember when you used to slide Now you on your Hollywood bullshit, right Man, I was tryna buy the block, that Nipsey shit scared me I lost Chinx, lost Max, but you don't hear me (whatever) You know I turned the East up, I sold a hunnid million records Yeah, you sold a hundred million, but they all features Never that, most of my plaques, I'm the feature Niggas barely go gold, I had to dominate I'm the most streamed artist out my whole continent (cap) Whatever, dawg, you too light-skinned to be African You from the South Bronx, stop Colin Kaep'in it What was your last hit, dawg? You straight ass (for real though) Mobstick, but I really started with Straight Cash And that was '08, every summer, different hit Nigga, stop, Max put you on, you make me sick What you got? Never, me and Fraud had New York minute Mister cocaine city, street hits, I have plenty But yeah, you right, New York never played my record I went down South, made Choppa Down, made 'em respect it (I remember) (And Chinx is way better than you) Yeah, he was better than me, he was my prodigy Dawg, he was supposed to me (And how you pullin' all these Hollywood hoes? I know you trickin', right?) I'm the dirty Bronx nigga, get it right French Montana has been named the most streamed African-born artist We in the two percentile when it come to writers Ain't create, mm, it's called the two percentile Can't say I done that, but many artists French Montana, he one of those motherfuckers No, you ain't the hottest rapper from New York) thank you Clearly you're in the country doing something, yeah Chinx, to me, was always a marketing genius, to me he's kind of like a mob He always knew the business, you know what I'm sayin' he's kinda like Putting him and his people against like the other This young untouchable mob boss from New York, New York

Te vi, me viste, al principio fue una broma Luego la verdad se asoma Intercambiamos sonrisas Pasó algún tiempo, poco menos de una hora Y por debajo de la mesa Tu tacón tocó mi bota Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana Después de eso nos veíamos casi a diario Nuestro amigo el calendario Nos dio 400 citas De tanto amarnos nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano Ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana, yeh-hey Pasando el tiempo, analizando la ruptura, la versión que tiene el lobo No es la de Caperucita De tanto amarnos, nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano, ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Seguramente pa la otra que nos veamos repitamos Lo de la primera cita, yeah, eh-eh-eh-eh Uh, mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh

Miras con tanta dulzura, hermosa criatura Tú mi bello ángel que cayó del cielo Soy un simple pobre diablo que corrió con suerte Que logró obtenerte por obra divina Pues en cada esquina te busqué Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Viniste a reconformarme, a rehabilitarme Tú mi bello ángel, yo estaba perdido Siento que después de ti yo soy otra persona Ya no me conozco, ¿qué paso conmigo? Por eso te digo que tú Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti

Compa ¿Qué le parece esa morra? La que anda bailando sola Me gusta pa' mí Bella Ella sabe que está buena Que todos andan mirándola cómo baila Me acerco Y le tiro todo un verbo Tomamos tragos sin peros solo tentación Le dije "Voy a conquistar tu familia" Que en unos días, vas a ser mía Me dijo Que estoy muy loco, pero le gusta Que ningún vato como yo actúa Ahí te va mija Y pura doble P viejo Así no más compa Pedro puro Eslabón Armado A las plebitas (cha-chau) No soy Un vato que tiene varo Pero hablando del corazón Te cumplo todo Me agarro Pegadito de su mano Mi compa ni se la creyó Que al pasar fui yo Su cuerpo Juro por Dios, que era tan perfecta Su cintura como modelo Sus ojos Desde el principio me enamoraron A ella le gusto Y a mí me gusta