Lyrics:
save dick by giving it CPR, yes)
Put my mouth on it like CPR
(Let's make porn and watch it on VCR)
Anything goes when you up in my hole
Dirty panties
(woo)
All your verses sound like dirty dishes (gross)
I'm about to clean them in the kitchen (woo)
And we making money by the minute (woo)
I'm about
Custom stitchwork
My constituent more accurate
Aim training in the Navy given
Early with the Dirty Harry pistol
Rarely my words miss you
'Til your area's
[Raekwon]
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it
[Raekwon]
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it
cars for a hundred racks
They say I'm a young soul
In a old nigga body
But I'm on my slick the ruler
Why they uzi dancing in the lobby
I keep the dirty
toys
U got it beat it good
Dirt drank for the tough man (mane)
Understood got the joy by the grind and it feels dank
And my shit stank by my shirt stains
put me inside
No one could bend you over the way that I can
Make you cum all over the place like I can
I can never stop Im a dirty old man
Yea we can
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
There was a man who went to calvary
On an old rugged cross
He gave his life for me
I was a wretch undone
Dirty and broken
But by the blood of his son
Every day the little man invades
Twitter with his dirty fingernail
How could this be done, a man with Russian contacts who you cannot find in
on the thighs
Pedro dreams of being older
Maybe killin' the old man
But that's a slim chance
He's going to the boulevard
He's gonna end up on the dirty boulevard
his father Harry
Get suckered by something called "New Manure"
But that shit the farm could not endure
Grandpa Seis said "stick to old manure"
He said
your verses sound like dirty dishes (gross)
I'm about to clean 'em in the kitchen (woo)
And we making money by the minute (woo)
I'm about to do it way
and stick up ya mans
Paper by any means gone always be the motto full throttle
As I swerve of with a fist full of cash no clint eastwood
But the dirty harry
your man
I'll take no other and be glad
And we'll walk down this old road together
You and me thick like thieves
Boots all worn and dirty knees
terminatin' my contract
For wearing those old pair of wack
Reebok low tops covered up by floppy socks
Gave me a jump shot before I got jumped and shot
the main attraction
Killin' at will like O'Shea Jackson
The impact's sudden and like Dirty Harry would say
Go ahead and make my day
So cool and refreshing
what I mean?
But, you know what I mean? I live by
Shit like that's my code my code
Know what I mean? I do what the
Fuck I want in these streets man
and a wife
They lived a happy life
Singing songs but never the blues
Then one day their lives were taken
By old man carrot and his dirty old turnip gang
Now
working in a bank
A family man, a football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Yet you're the hero of my dreams
I can still recall our last
working in a bank
A family man, a football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Yet you're the hero of my dreams
I can still recall our last
it's cool but it's not
Niggas be tryin to plot on what ya got
If you rich you better leave it low
It's a dirty old world, nigga, if you didn't know
Don't
feeling like i'm Makaveli
I'm a dog in a game full of tom and jerry's
Play with my money do you dirty like i'm dirty harry
I'm a warrior, Rick Barry
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