an Angel, My angel, Where is he? That dirty old man divine! I loathe him, I love him, That lecherous, lewd, lacivious, loathsome, lying, lazy Dirty old man
twenty years old man And I'm just havin fun Man I ain't even tryin man Desert Storm's youngest, and in charge man Paul Cain, man Yo Fab man, you ain't
, And I'm, old enough, to know better, But young enough to not give a fuck [Fabolous] D-d-d-d-dammit man I'm in a throwback so old It'll make your grandma
me so hard You know them Bentley bound, {?} down, wild Hummer chicks That wanna take the car, cover up your tight summer shit The game's heavy, man that
lake Bitch check the weave that's in that lake [Luke] Bitch, get that weave out! You dirty bitch, get that weave out! Mix say, bitch get that weave out
might as well get off your butt and ... [Mr. Mixx:] Just finish cleanin' up your room Let's see that dust fly with that broom Get all that garbage out
daquiris, no doubt We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin Wanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasn't I came to a field, catchin
I'm fuckin his secretary I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and fuck 'em all I'll probably be an old man
the sickest You feel me? Now get that shit written down God damn! Took four years and a motherfuckin case for these motherfuckers to feel me Ain't that a bitch? R U Still motherfucking down? Old
let that loc see smoke feelin' tha strokes of tha nine squeeze tight and slow [Chorus] [Verse Five: 2Pac] They say money don't make tha man but
people feel the pain In this dirty game I know I'm on my way to hell Hey yo gather it up for all the niggas that have been smoked The hood that took me
Ay nigga you can't handle that shit! Pass that man! Hit that shit, that's the shit! It smell like skunk, skunk smell like that nigga momma We ain't
Ooh I make her say ooooooooh I got the dirty old hands of a drummer in a band but I never really hit the sticks I got the sun burned tan of every working man
will tell you all about his best friends that died It certainly makes you think [RIT] His home is a basement just a dirty old room His only companion is his dog Scruffy as the man
to his lip Tell him talk that shit nowww, y'all wanna trip I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West Jus' a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and
me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like that? Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin I ain't believe that, pa, he helped
pine box And brothers is dumb young Young boys Still bustin' guns for the slum that they come from Cops is the only ones they gon' run from That's it