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Oh, fuck, you can't even sing.
Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Sh... Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay, Gimme the mic so I can take it away. Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm! Rain on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm! For you to even touch my skill, You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now My producer slam, my flow is like bam! Chop that down, pass it all around! Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground! For any MC in any 52 states, I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates! My producer slam, sharp like bam! Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah! I like the way you come Hey, baby, I like it rawww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! Ooh, baby, I like it raww... Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!! |
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I'm the one-man army Ason,
I've never been tooken out, I keep M.C.'s lookin' out, I drop science like girls be droppin' babies, Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy, Energy building, Takin' all types of medicine, Your ass thought you were better than, Ason, I keep planets in orbit, While I be comin' with deeper and more shit, Enough to make and bake and shake your ass and clock and take, Rhymes good as a tasty cake, mix, this style, I'm masterin', Niggas catchin' headaches, what, what?You need Aspirin, This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol, Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol, In your face like a can of mace, baby, Is it burnin? Well, fuck, now you're learnin', How, I don't even like your motherfuckin' profile, Give me my fuckin' shit, (Ch-ch...plow!) Not seen and heard, no one knows, you forget, Niggas be quiet as kept, Now you know nuthin', before you knew a whole fuckin' lot, Your ass don't wanna get shot, Alot of M.C.'s came through my showdown, To watch me put your fuckin' ass lo-o-ow down, As you can go, below zero, without a doubt I've never been tooken out, By a nigga, who couldn't figure, yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure, Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure, how to pull a fuckin' gun triger, Get the fuck outta here! Nigga wanna get too close, to the upmost, But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host, "Introducin', yo fuck that nigga's name," My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain, And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore, That's why I give you more of the raw, Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot, M.C.'s I be bur-r-rnin', bur-r-rnin' hot, Woah ho ho! Hit me like slow-mo with the flow, If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know, I'm homicidal when you enter the target, Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit, So I take yo ass out quick, the mics I had my nigga, You can suck my dick, If you wanna step to my motherfuckin' wreck, (Ch-ch plow! plow! plow!) blown to death, You got shot cause you knock knock knock, "Who's there?" Another motherfuckin' hardrock, Slackin' on your back cause raw's what you lack, You wanna react? Bring it on back... Shame on You, when you step through to, the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on You, when you step through to, the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on You, when you step through to, the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on You, when you step through to, the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on You, when you step through to, the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! What?My nigga... Shame on You... Shame on You, when you step through to, the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! Shame on You, when you step through to, the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! What?My nigga... |
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| 3. |
| 4:06 |
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Ohhh baby
I dedicate this to all the pretty girls All the pretty girls Its on (echo) All the pretty girls, in the world And the ugly girls too Cause to me your pretty anyways baby You give me your number, I call you up you act like ur pussy dont interrupt I don't have no problem with you fucking me But I have a little problem wit you not fucking me Baby you know ima take care of you Cause you say you got my baby, and I know it ain't true Is it a good thing? no its bad bitch For good or worse, makes you switch So I walk on over with my crystal Bitches, niggaz put away your pistols Dirty wont be having it in this house Cause bitch I'll cripple your style Now that you heard my calm voice You couldn't get another nigga, hoochie wont get moist If you wana look good and not be bummy, girl you better give me that money Aooow... Hey, dirty, baby I got your money Don't your worry, I said hey. Baby I got your money Yo! so I glanced at the girls, girls glanced at me I whispered in their ear, wana be with me? You wana look pretty though, in my video Ol' dirty on the hat and I let you all know Just dance! if you caught up in the holy ghost trance If you stop! ima put the killer ants in your pants I'm the O-D-B as you can see Every eye, don't you be watching me I don't want no problems cause I put you down In the ground where you can not be found I'm just dirt dog trying to make sum bunny So give me my streaks and give me my honey Radio, yes all day, everyday Recognize I'm a fool and ya luuuuuuuuuuv me! None of you nmph better look at me funny Nmph you know my name now give me my money! Dirty: sing it, sing it girls! (during hook) Just shake it right now! Somebody else: if dirty want his money I think ya'll should give him his money Dirty: that's how I like giiiiiiiirlllll Sexy, sexy, sexy! Sexy, sexy, sexy! Sexy, sexy, sexy! Sexy, sexy, sexy! Yo, yo! Nigga playing in the club like this all night Bitches put your ass out let me hold it tight You looking at my wrist saying "its so nice" The price bitch is diamonds shining disco light You better help me solve this problem Or ima get this money and rob them Lucky dig when I won the lotto Ran up on my car for carrying (ryllos?) You can call me dirty, and then lift up your skirt And you want some of this dirty, god made dirt and dirt bust yo ass Stop annoying me, yeah! I play my music loud It takes the bastard ol' dirty, to move the crowd They say he had his dick in his mouth Eddie Murphy told me that back in the house But give me my money! hook till fade with odb sayin shit |
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(Ol Dirty Bastard is doing a Martin Lawrence comedy skit from Raw) (this is going on in the background during the Intro and part Of the first verse) You know God damn well I don't smoke this shit Meth [coughing] Know damn well I don't smoke this sheyit Know damn well! I remember when we used to go down to the creek Member when we used to go down to the creek? And used to dip your head in the water? Everybody thought you had it in you, you know You used to jump out the water The water used to glisten alllllll over your bohhhhhhdy What? I said the water used to glisten alllllll over your bohhhhhhdy [Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard] Clean out my vocals Yeah, I said YEAH I said zuckazuhzuhzuh, zuckazuhzuh [more nonsense noises] Chkccha ckchcka Brooklyn, zucka Zoo C'mon baby baby, baby, baby Baby, baby, baby, c'mon! [Verse One:] Superlogical this, superlogical that I detect a nigga dialect by the way he rap I elect myself President MC My career so intelligent, unique physique Then with mathematics, not democratic Static, topic, Asiatic Zssshuh, them unique, never leak, brlaharl... Bring it on back Superlogical this, superlogical that I detect your dialect by the way you rappp! I elect myself President MC My career so intelligent, unique physique Doin mathematics and I'm not democratci No static, topic, I'm Asiatic See, I'm Unique, never... blarhalal... [Verse Two: Method Man, Ol Dirty Bastard] Crazy, lurkin in the shadows, I'm shady, sheisty Get your weight up, don't take me lightly Blasted, dirty to the grain I |
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Yeah! I wanna let allllll y'all niggaz know in here tonight That this is that Wu-Tang shit This that shit that's gonna get you high... [echoes] See when you stimulate your own mind, for one common cause You see, who's the real motherfuckers See what you see, is you what you see (Can I say it? Wu-Tang a-run tings!) Be the original G Rhymin on timin and in the place to be (Run blood claat tings!) They love see meeeeeeee! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed I want ACTION, that's what I need I never put doubt in my mind Cause I know when I touch the mic there's the rhyme See murder which is caused When you fuck with the negative and positive charge Then they came up, out my garage With the hit that's gonna be LARGE Tired of sittin on my fuckin ass Niggaz I know, be runnin around with mad fuckin cash Who the FUCK wanna be an emcee If you can't get paid, to be a fuckin emcee? I came out my momma pussy I'm on welfare Twenty-six years old still on welfare! So I gotta get paid fully Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully With my Boston bloodthirsty process P-E-A-C-E [Chorus: Method Man] Move em in move em in Move em out move em out Stick it up [whip sound] raw hide! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yea, gotta come back to attack Killin niggaz who said they got stacks, cause I don't give a fuck [inhales] I wanna see blood, whether it's period blood Or bustin your fuckin face, some blood!! I'm goin out my FUCKIN mind!! Everytime I get around devils [breathing hard]-aca |
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See let a nigga come through with that bullshitAnytime you pop that shit niggaI'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussyI know, it'll come to what? Say what?Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers know(See them knows that this is something you can't fuck, always)Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from ManhattanYou from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker?Where you reside motherfucker?How you live? How you see?Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackoutThree-fifty-seven to your mouthDunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'ma inflicting thisIt's that G type slang that makes this real sickeningIgnite my styles I got my hand upon the triggerStarts from the smallest and hits the bigger niggaYo, straight actin' live about them hell firesA known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terrorThe hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate waterHomicidal manslaughter, death is the order start the missionTravel like the speed of wind, through the valley of sinI step to ville and murdered many manServing justice in my vicinityThis is, Brooklyn, ZuI get down I get down I crack your fuckin crownLay around and watch some real niggaz break groundI can't shop 'cause every bro blowin' up the spotHit rocks and niggaz knowYo, niggaz grab the mic like the bites of a scorpionNervous, that's why the zoo brought me inNow bring 'em forth, like the tortures at the courtsBefore the case begin, first break me in his brainAnd make sure he can't maintain the calmnessYa harmless, watch how I bomb thisStage like mail, pre hands that be the moveNow your Posse is your fuckin' PlatoonStale cells, just flows through the airI'm like a ninja, once I send ya down stairsThen I get furious, imperious, the lyricistWith the cleverest rhyme erupt to deduct your fuckin' mindFuck, shit up on the hurry upKnown for burying ducks through more styles than a muckWarning you chump, brain is out for lunchGiven the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald TrumpNever fall victim to no bitchJerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimpAnd score more points than Shawn KempKeepin' powerfully strong like the center on the KnicksHut one, hut two, hut three, hutOl' Dirty Bastard live and uncutShame on a nigga who tried to run game on aGot more props than the PresidentMy hardcore represent, blowin' niggaz back who never had this'Cause I'm gifted, so you can get wrappedThe shit I'm kickin', send it to your moms for ChristmasAnd tell her, Shorty Shit Stain sent itSoon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant'cause niggaz rap styles just down is aspiredYou shoulda stayed home instead of picking up a microphoneBut if you wanna run on up, like you toughI call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcoreStuff, I shine like twenty-four caratRoll and stroll with the party sceneNigga wanna know me as Mr. CleanWza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script andTest my skill niggaz, you're trippin'Drugged up from sniffin', you're the one who's riffin'I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy GriffithStart to flip, slip, 'cause you're slippin'While you sleep I be the God on pointWith Scottie Pip pen as I, jump on stage, flip rip a showStrip and rip a hoe, way like BoJackson while I'm still taxin', maxin'Relaxin', sittin' back sellin' good tracksAnd again and again when I rock the jamWanna see 'em up in the air? Throw up your handIntroducin', one-man band in townIt's wild, with the style couldn't stand niggaWhen the jump, stepped, to the centerOf the rhyme inventor, MC's come at theYou get dap slapped, across the MC mapYour ass that's your ass, on a whore shotCome on through I black and blue your whole crewThen I get Rudy with the Hong Kong FooOl' Dirty Bastard, MC killer, money maker, Brooklyn, challengerThat I lay down like towel, then I get higherHere comes the ill, type rufferStyle be untouched I'm leavin' broken down grammars on the penWho who what? What brings it? Tighter than your anusChambers this name is for the deepest trainersKeep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmillDeadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill60 Second, nucleus, attack on your setHit you with the blast(Yo, close the door)
------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By JONES, RUSSELL / DIGGS, ROBERT F. <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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Yo, yo, this is Chris Rock You heard my man He ain't on no commercial shit The O.D.B. It ain't the Young D.B. It's the Ol' D.B. That old shit This ain't the Embry-O.D.B. This is the Ol' mothafuckin D.B. I'm Chris Rock, I'm chillin with the O.D.B. So I'm the wrong place, at the wrong mothafuckin time With the wrong mothafuckin man The O.D.B., baby All y'all niggas talkin bout commercial song This ain't no commercial song Straight up, nigga, what? Y'all niggas can't fuck with me All y'all niggas lovin me Mister courageous O.D.B. You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P You need to recognize Yo, what's my name? (You need to recognize) Shut the fuck up! (You need to recognize) I bring the mothafuckin ruckus (You need to recognize) C'mon punk ass niggas Uh, nah, nah, I'm just fuckin wit'chall (Uh-huh) Who get drunk at night till the early morn'? Tap dances at the party like it's goin on Bitches and niggas all around scopin eachother down I'm takin pictures at y'all at the fuckin lounge Mad niggas was, gettin drunk at the bar I'm throwin Moet bottles, HA HA HA HA HA HA It's rowdy outside, I ain't signin shit Don't flow bitch, I take your microphone You party bitches fallin in line With your fat ass stinkin behind You don't know who the fuck is here I back smack your ass, make pressure appear Cuz cold Lucky knockin at your door I dedicate that to your source Cuz this (Nigga please) is dirty and it's stinkin |
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Yo, Yo Miami
Yo Cali-Fornia North East West and South motherfucka Yo Check this out This is Dirt Dog I'm here to make you scream Big Baby Jesus I can't wait Nigga fuck that! I can't wait! I ain't no actor my shit's for real Thighmaster If I don't get paid 2 or 3 million dollars on Monday I'm a bring on the ARMAGEDDON! (It's Monday) Fuck that feeling, this fo reeling Nigga I want my Noalin Make it rain, hail, storm and earthquake UHHHH! That's what I'm saving! Play that music in your trunk The cocaine got my ?? stuck Nigga I'm from the ghetto How many celebrities from the ghetto? (Dirty your crazy, I'm crazy about your music Dirty your crazy, you're a nutcase you're a fucking nutcase) A to the Pox doing Night Fever Cancer, herpes, mumps, seizures Diabetes, TV if your against me You die easier! Cops don't have a show whatsoever Ain't no more doctors, ministers Nurses can't give us searches There won't be electric, won't be churches Cause your body go against you Whether it's a lie or whether it's true You can't use violent mentalities anymore It ain't lambskin You can't use the word napkin Nigga ya sleeping Hold on Hold on Hold on HAHAHAHAH I'm diplomatic playing pen and pad Ratatat you're a scaredy-cat Cause I have a tat put you up like that You can't stand that, cause you gotta scat You couldn't even move Don't know how to groove BITCH TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES Take up the brew Motherfucker you knew! Fucking with the doo Dirt Dog don |
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Ladies and gentlemen, huh This a song.. that dedicated.. (wee kah boo boo doo doo boo dah boh dah bah dah boh doh goh doh doh..) .. to me.. (dah boh goh ding.. ah, lalalalalalalah) MmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMmmmmmmmmmmmm.. Doo be doo boo boo be doo boo woo boo BEE booweeoooohhh Weayeahhhhhhhhhhhgirrrrll Whoahhhh-woaAHH-woahhoahhohhh Ah zooby dooby dooby Whoahhoooooohwhoahhhooooooh It's on me girl, to stop fightin and work this out, knahmsayin? F'real [from here out, ODB not in (), Lil' Mo in (), both in {}'s] (Good morning heartache) Good morning heartache, good morning (You always by my side) {Good morning heartache} Good morning heartache {Thought we said goodbye last night} {I tossed and turned til it seemed} that {you had gone} {But here you are.. with the dawn} Ooooohooooohhh {Oooh wish I'd forget you} Wish I'd forget you, proper state of mind Wish I'd forget you bayyyybe, {but you're here to stay} Stop thinkin about bein so harsh all the time {It's seems I met you} Stop bein prejudiced to each other {when my love had gone away} Stop bein jealous, of one another {Iaahahahahahhhhhhhhh} ahahahahahhhhhhh (Start each day out) {just by.. saying to you..} hello {Good morning heartache, what's new} newwwwwwwwww {Stop holding me now..} nowwwowowowowwwwwwwwwwwwww (Can't shake you, no howww) No howwwwwwwwww (Why don't you) why don't you, why don't you {leave meeeeee alone} aloneeeeeahhhhhhhhhhIahhhhhh got (I got those, Monday blues) Monday bluesss (go straight through) straight through (Sunday blues) Sunday blueeees (Oahahaoohhhhhhhhh good morning heartache) Good morning heartache (H |
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