Lyrics:
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
a four-five don’t make me Dirty Harry it
I ain't havin’ it
This one’s for use not a cabinet
Even though it’s immaculate
Not for long though
I might run up in
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
Never
thug
Addiction turned from dirty habits
Saving broken cartridges
I really am the sticky bandit
They call me harry as insults but yeah I've grown
Feeling
Don't you wanna get fucked from behind?
(From behind, from behind)
They treat me like a dirty slave
(Dirty slave, dirty slave)
And beat me like I
the Leadmill.
The water was dirty & smelt of industrialisation
Little mesters coughing their lungs up & globules the colour of tomato ketchup.
But it flows.
the fuck?" this nigga got more rhymes that "Sesame Street," man
This shit y'all puttin' together, nigga...
This shit is like "Blue Magic," "Blue Magical"
that horrible man Harry
City jail city jail...
Well as they hauled me away I said everybody have a nice evening
aye)
You look like one, dirty prune (ew)
When i ate her out had a spoon
Didn't like it (soupy), Had a dirty poon (dirty)
Scabby man, lie down (scab)
On a bright summer's evening I chanced to go roving
Down by the clear river I rollicked along
I heard an old man making sad lamentation
He was
When I tried to get up
Well this dirty big pup
Grabbed me by the what (The what?)
By the leg and he pulled it
"Come here, me old flower"
I said then
It's been a long time coming since the dirty mix
You got to give a lot of something for your worthiness
I got big old balls it's what I'm serving
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
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Nigga like me be smokin' while I'm chillin'
Man my bro just made a million
Now we all can take care of our children
he brought
A stick we ain't playing pool
Them man were playing dirty
I abide the rules
I mean I'm sticking to code
I told 'em
"Speak less than you
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
bout Bond but a man's more Bourne
Think man ah frightened for old school fools
When dem have likkle knife but still have no fork
It's all taxes
high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
ever listened to any of the older fellas?
Oh, yeah, sure. I like ah, John Lennon and the other one with, eh, Harry Nilsson
Mmm, you go back that
a dirty overcoat
At the foot of the pillar of the road
Propped inside was an old man
Whom time could not erode
The night was snapped by sirens
Those
Hey yo Blaze! Hey
Check this shit out man swivel
Gave me this beat, it's
Some old school shit
Man! I'm thinkini'm thinkin we need
To ride on them
the tub man I'm underground
Shout to harry yet I'm trackin' these conductor sounds
Rappin' frees
Layin' gems
It's a gold rush
Track by track
Check the subs
I’ma live it up only got one life
Cup full of dirty gotta mix it with the Sprite
Its okay I’m good
Don’t know if he is
We’ll be okay by the end
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