Search results for 'dirty old man by harry chapin' Page #75

mostly the best, niggas did me like Dewey
Chewing the poochie, but ain't no 5 gum, just tryna screw it
(Aye, aye)
Just tryna screw it
They had some old

meet
Meat at
This is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant
Boy this is music the heart of it is pain
So many

apologize

But hamburgers and ice cream tasted fucking cheap
From the wallet of a man you wished your mom could beat
Halfway to death and leave you with

soul
Swear that I would make a killin' if I hit the pole
I ain't smacked a hoe in a minute that's some growth
Man you bitches lucky that I really had

big as P and Boodah
Take my word for it, if you don't believe, I'll prove to ya
Trust me, you don't wanna see a runnin' an suv

You full of shit, man

Yeah, that would be my intention
I'd hear Dynamo Hum and Dirty Love                 
Not to sound Pollyanna
cnd thanks to my gallantry

accustomed to the old ways
Its systematic we making effort but don't change
They do us dirty in the worst way
Don't say that it's not about race when you

in my old mans eye
Got me spittin intellectual 
I be built like bill nye
Never worry about nothing 
When im on my ride

Drift pass the cars right
I hit

ill
Summer time ain't have to brawl when we had the glocks out
Traded dirty for the clean, yea I had to swap out
Me and blank busting traps at night,

house of women like bob Saget want to go to war bullets at em like a drive-by I don't say shit still a nigga like some Wi-Fi Flexing like Popeye Hit her

on my ass
So I gotta think of somethin', no, I cannot relax
With all this dirty money, on me nigga, gotta take a bath

Young black man out here, tryna

slow down, roll their window down-“

In the thoughts of sodomy
You're like an ice cream man to me
I swing from the branch
Of the old elm tree
You crack

real one but they Cloth changed
On God bitches be committed with they Mind changed
Who would've thought living in color was
A crime
Man goddamn niggas is

know we stay off of them highways, can't get popped up
Thug got a dirty pistol, put this bitch in sport and we gon' fly away
Just need some love so I can

I'd be a different man by sundown

Big dreams of a bust down, bottles on ice in a blunt loud
So high I don't ever come down, on a money mission, only

a long time
Yeah, said it's been a long time It's been a long time
I remember when I used to be a old dirty bastard
These niggas crazy in codeine, I'm

Been hanging around the same old town
Got to lift my feet off the ground
Walking dirty streets and empty bars
In and out of strangers cars


He's

and gorgeous, always
done up You the reason that the sun come up
She never been to the island so I'ma take her there

Them other women old news and they can't

Grabbing the mic, I'm taking control
Always finding new ways to express this old soul
By the time it's said and done, I'll be dropping this tool

the fucking old damn dirty pearly gates
Tell em that your man is coming just in a minute
And if they don't let me in then We burning up this business

You make

Apathy's a tragedy
Said a wise man
On my TV screen
And the shamans say
Loss of soul
Is worse than death
I feel blessed
To feel anything
I feel

high I get, this ain't fly by shit
Too divine am I, for them to define my shit
I'll save you time mother fucker
It's described like this
Beast mode,

me
THEY
I mean those who are close to me
Really really close to me
I Am never gonna give up
This shits addiction
Same man still with one mission
Get me

Fancy people go drifting by
Paying no heed, to me or my kind
Our jackets are dirty, their gold watches shine
We've got no money, and they've got no