Lyrics Wino & Junkie - Richard Pryor

Wino & Junkie

[Richard Pryor +
Wino
Junkie
Winos don’t get drunk like everybody else, though, right?
Wino be directing traffic on Sunday morning
That was my favorite thing about the wino
'Cause I used to—I didn’t wanna go to church, so I’d hang wit' him
Wino be standin'…
Hey, fool, you better slow that car down!
Goddamn, don’t come driving down through there like you crazy!
This a neighborhood, this ain’t no residential district!
Wah-ha-hahaha, Jesus on my mind
Yeah, nigga, I know Jesus!
Shit, I remember when the boy got killed, that’s for real, man
It was on a Friday down at the railroad depot
I tried to warn the nigga
I said, «Boy, don’t you go down there fuckin' with them Jews without no money!»
Hey, ice cream boy, you wanna turn that goddamn noise off?!
Don’t nobody wanna hear that shit this time of morning!
Well, jump on out then, nigga, you bad!
I got somethin' for yo' ass!
I’m a veteran, boy!
I was in World War I!
The battle of the Chateaubriand
I got mustard gas wounds all over my body!
Wa-ha
Who’s that boy?
Goddamn it, look at that nigga
Look at him, in the middle of the street, junkie muthafucka, look at him
Nigga used to be a genius
I ain’t lyin', booked the numbers, didn’t need paper or a pencil
Now the nigga can’t remember who he is
«Say, nigga, get yo' ass out the street, boy!»
*whistles*
Move out the way, boy!