Ol' Dirty Bastard [Wu Tang Clan]

Yo, are you taping baby?
Baby are you taping?
Ohh yeahhahhahheeyahhhyahhhhohhhyahhhh
Baby baby c'mon, baby c'mon, baby c'mon
What the fuck anybody wanna do?
Right motherfucking now!
Ahhahhahhhah

[Verse One:]

I'm the dog who's ahead of the Lords
Dirty Bastard from the Wu-Tang squad
Can I get raw, yes I get Dirty to the floor
Rhymes, hittin on your mind, you could never ignore
Hip-hop to me is like a place to be
My specialTY from me to you is emCEE
Say what you wanna sayyyahhh, baby sayahh
I flip the microphone-ah, any dayahh
I'm mad swift because I got that gift of gab
Niggaz get mad, your ass stink never had
This talent that I got will resound the spot
MC's, you got paid a lot
You ever notice a black man damn mostly slams
When it come to the money yo it ain't funny
It's what you gotta do what you got to do
C'mon, can I get a Wu-Tang
Wu, Tang,%

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...

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...

One two, one two you taping this?
All types of shit yo let that shit ride
Word to mother, turn up the microphone!
Get all that good shit, get all that good shit (one two, one two)
One two, one two, one two... one two
Now niggaz know
Ssssshhhit, yo yo check this out, check this joint
This is strictly for the radio, yo
I just want all y'all to know
The reason why I curse is because my momma and my daddy
They grew up cursin
So please respect my style, please!

[Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard]

I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-u
Ohh, sssshit, nahh
I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole staminuh
Here comes the medical examinuh
One verse then you out for the count
Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs... the right amount
Ya yo, I'm sorry, un-gah-e-gas-e-ya

I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamiNUH
Here comes the medical examiNUH
One verse then you're out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount
Wake you up and then I ask you
How do you intend this
Competition to get an asssss kickin sooooo tremendous, RARRH!
You shouldn't bother this
Leave me alone like a son he'll be fatherless!
I got the asiatic flow mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco
And MC's start to vanish
I rolled up on a jet black kid the nigga started speakin spanish
Yo! You wasn't from Panana!!
I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said suntama
He responded so fast, you made me laugh
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH scared-his ass!
Kick the hundred strongest rhymes -

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Baby Sham)]
Yo, this Dirt McGirt representin' Brooklyn
We gettin' ready to wreck shit up, downtown, uptown
(Boroughs, ya'll niggaz better know it's something) Wu-Tang, bitch
(Get ya fuckin' head punched ya fuckin' shoulders, duke
This is how we do, everyday, blast through your motherfuckin' speaker, nigga)
Bastards!

[Chorus: Baby Sham]
Uh, we be so caked up, ya'll best wake up
It's just us and we livin' this up
We sip that cognac, then lean far back
It's just us, and we flippin' the truck
Don't be so gassed up, be foul, assed up
When them coroners, pickin' you up
First you was in a black tux, now you all axed up
You smashed what, like you givin' it up

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm good with them free throws, like I play ball
When the war is on, it's McGirt that you call
The last man standing, heavy with the cannon
Come through on a bike, with a bulletproof, prancin'
Leave you in your pearl, put you on the porch, dancin'
And leave your brains on the back of a white shirt
While they playin' some old school shit by Al and Bert
(To all my bitches that smell like perfume, Dirt McGirt be here for you baby)
I'm not gonna stop til I'm under the dirt

[Chorus]

[Baby Sham]
You can never be as half as me
Cuz one thing'll lead to another, cock sucker, melt ya knees
And make sure that your casket's deep
Cuz my trigger finger's itchin' like Athlete's feet
So stand wise, when you meet the chief
And watch your movements in the circle of the ultra-beast
I'm that nigga that'll culture speak
Whose gon' ride, whose gon' die, divorce your peeps
It get's worse on the down reaking
So please, dog, do you a favor, move from around me
Cuz I set my boundaries, you wanna know where I'm from
Ask Bust' where he found me, true B
Paper chasin', Franklin' raping
And for sure, I'm gonna make my statement
And believe that the shit is taken
Cuz the gun, playin' long, like vacations

[Chorus]

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
We lay the law down, motherfucker
Big Moses in the motherfucker house
Any way that nigga go out, that's how the nigga go out
Grand capo

I wanna thank Rick James 4 lettin' me do this song.-- Thank you very much!
yeeeaaah!
Who are you (echo)
Girl who do u belong 2
my point of veiw is
girl i think your hot
if we talk, what words will i describe
theres no (diction?)to explain how u look, cuz i think your hot
sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy
Cold blooded,
girl i think your hot
sexy, sexy, sexy
Cold blooded,
who are u? girl whats your name and number?!
Is it true? girl u think i'm hot?!
If we try, 2 get 2 know each other, u might find, u couldn't trade me for another. Cuz i think your so
sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy (sexy babe)
Cold blooded, and i think u know
sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy
Cold blooded
Swing hard baby
touch me girl wherei wanna be touched
dont ever complain cobra cutz, love me tender, love me sweet. I wanna bust this nut in a super freak... oh u's a supa freak
queen skip anotha doin' doin' a dare
i wanna undress and hold ya loosy tight
and i wont cum alll niiight
Cold blooded, cuz i think ur hot
cold blooded--yeaah, cuz i think your hot (sexy, sexy, sexy) Cold (uh-hu) blooded babe, cuz i think your hotttt
(hot) cold blooded
cold blooded cuz i think your hot
sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, ooh babe
sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, ooh baby
hisssssssssss oooh babe
cold blooded (hot hot)
till fade

Here it is
Where's it at?
In the back
Got a stack
The Dirty Bastard
Yo you Bastard flip the phat track
Here I go, here I go, whether friend whether foe
Let them know that I flow over the rainbow
Hit the deck
Aw, yep, (ch-ch plow) from the Tek, takin heads, takin necks
What the fuck they expect?
I don't know
I don't care
I won't fall
I won't stare at a ho, less I know that I'm going to the mo-
T-t-tel, cause I'm lousy, technique is drowsy
Stop tryin to foul me
Sayin that we're lousy
But I'm a tyrant, defiant, walkin New York Giant
President of the Wu
But I'm also a client
It's the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what
I don't give a flying fuck
About a chump, cause this heart only pumps Kool-Aid
Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off

Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem
The Ol Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin
Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain
Clang, clang, clang, rhymes pluckin at your brain
So take a sip from the cup of death
And when you're shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the left
(Whirr whirr whirrr!) Red alert! Red alert!
Ason comin straight from the dirt
Once I go berzerk, mad brothers got hurt
Nuthin new in ninety-two
It's time to do the work
Trails of vatos scream once I hop on the scene
And fear the return of the fatal flying guillotine
Mr. Milli, that means I'm also militant
Don't wear no suit and tie, I'm no gentleman
Gettin laid, takin heads, that's my hobby
Punch a brother in the face who call me Robbie
I be the RZA, call me that cuz-I
Never liked the name I recieved from my poppa
Dirty deluxe, yo, I

(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

(featuring Rhymefest)

(Ol' Dirty Bastard)
Two steps from the border line
Anything closer will kiss the nine
Think I'm out the game? You out of your mind
Cuz I stay on track, like transit line
Keep it nappy or braided up
Dirty in the cockpit, blazin' up
Stop frontin' when you made it up
Tellin' all my hoes, you can't spray it up
Hah, huggin' nuts like tighty whites
Still trickin' on hoes like Heidi Fleiss
You know why niggas don't give you much respect
Cuz they seen you gettin' slapped with the empty gat
Know Dirt, like bow know death
When I'm huntin' down, birds of rap
Hate Dog, cuz I ate your cat
And you can eat my ass and have a coke with that
Use a spoon, unless you want a fork
Pull my dick out, watch the room get dark
Stay high with the zombie walk
Gotta sit my ass down, like Rosa Parks

(Chorus 2X: high pitched female (Ol' Dirty Bastard))
Dirty Dirty, you tell me how you do it
It look so easy, like there was nothin' to it
But they don't understand, about the Dirty M.C.
It's the.... (Ohhhhhhhhhh), new track by ODB

(Rhymefest)
They say dirt and sunshine make the flowers grow
I say, fuck a bitch raw and drive your nut on the floor
Call it what you want, you son of a hoe
I was 5 percent til' white bitches came and dropped it down to four
3, 2, 1, I can lick the sun with my tongue
Pull it out and smack a nigga, just for thinkin' I'm done
Shut your trap, razor blade cut your wrap
Fat girls seen my comin', started tuckin' their flab
Rhymefest and Dirt Dog, gon' spark this
The day he got to heaven, track mud on the carpets
Hot like the hot potato, you niggas ain't motto
You hot as the spot, yo
Go to the show, for hot dogs and nacho's
This me and Dirt Dog's style, it's not yours

(Chorus 2X}

(Ol' Dirty Bastard)
What can make a hoe, look more cuter
But, Hennessey shots, and smoke more Buddha

(Rhymefest)
I don't know Dirt, now she look like Zab Judah
Test my manhood, go get my dick ruler

(Ol' Dirty Bastard)
Now you hungry, wanna eat right through her
But you better first track for a noter
Like does she have a best friend, or I taught her
Has she ever tried fuckin' under water

(Rhymefest)
Down down with the fishes, deep sea dishes
I ain't a genie, bitch, I don't respect your wishes
This trick ain't fuckin' me though, god damn
Something very wrong, I don't understand

(Ol' Dirty Bastard)
Misinterpetate, let me break it down
Two pulls make the your merry go round
Touch your toes, show me that rose
Butt naked, in a Wu-Tang pose
Wide open, girl, everything goes
Real freaky, when you powder that nose

(Rhymefest)
Keep it and move, I sleep in the nude
I'm keepin' it rude, pull out my dick and pee in the food
On the way to the stars, don, where's the map?
We fuckin' there, and we gonna fuck back

(Chorus 2X)

(Outro: Rhymefest)
Yeah, Dirt Dog, Rhymefest, you want it, man
Rest in peace, I know you heaven right now
Trackin' mud on the carpet, so, we gon' let ya
Do what you do it's the ohhhhhhh
Don't forget the crew, it's the Wuuuuuu
I thought you knew, it's the Ol' Dirt Dog
Rhymefest, yeah yeah, from now to 3000, man
What's rap with Dirty? What's the world without Dirt?
Just a bunch of fuckin' water, ohhhhhhhhh
We out....

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Hold on tight and don't let go
Baby, I'm about to explode...

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
It's Dirty Run, when you see me coming high
Nine times out of ten, don't wonder how
It's Dirty Run, it's Dirty Run, no more vacancies
I'm a minute from feeling no sympathy
When you see me coming high
It's nine times out of ten, you will wonder how
It's Dirty Run, it's Dirty Run -- "Run" -- Run-DMC sample
I'm a minute from feeling no sympathy

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Bitches be actin' like they so damn fine
That's why I fuck 'em at the drop of a dime
Needle dick niggaz, go fuck a needle
Before I squash a John Lennon, like a Beetle
Dirt McGirt, Mr. McGirt to the hoes
Stinkin' rich, cover your mouth and your nose
Man of my codes, it's old man, dig it?
Sometimes rockin' went, and Dirty might kick it
Damn, your takers, that's the type to flight
To get any more suck, how niggaz dick through a flint
Big pimp, watch the fur bad
A hundred lick, hundred lick, hundred lick fabulous
Bring it like a bus full of travelers
Turn it up so the cops will get mad at us
Swear to God, we're the trouble, you imagine us
Cuz the news only exploit the bad in us
When, turn it down a little
Cuz the ground is startin' to crack a little

[Chorus]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Diamond, baby, in the time and place
When your legs get tired, you can sit on my face
And touch me, tease me, feel me, caress me
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode..
Take that bitch for bite, my name Dirt Dog not cake with ice, bitch
Fuck bitin', when there's so much pussy
If you ain't into ass, then pimp 'em for the cash
Come quick, turn the camera on
So whose that rippin' off your mama's thong?
Dirty, creep out your back door, nigga
With my shoes untied, zippin' up my zipper

[Chorus]

[Girl 1:] Oh cutie got it goin' ON!
[Girl 2:] Cute? What? That dirty motherfucker?
[Girl 1:] You buggin'!
[Girl 2:] Ain't no buggin', he's some ugly motherfucker.
[Girl 1:] You buggin', no look at his disposition, shorty gotta stride!
[Girl 2:] What stride? Ugly motherfucker, he ain't shit.
[Girl 1:] See, that's my plate, brother may kill me like that.
[Girl 2:] You got mad sour flavor on shorty, cuz that ain't shit at all...
[Girl 1:] I'm yo G, I don't think he realizes it. Look at him!
[Girl 2:] Look at what? Dirty motherfucker, he ain't shit.
[Girl 1:] Hahaha, you don't see what I see, B.
[Girl 2:] I don't see nothing, you ain't blind, sisso.
[Girl 1:] True, true. Just look at him, just look at his disposition!

[Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard]

Approach the school nine thirty, you're late
This time happy the solution was my date.
Get in your class, walk to your chair
Pop is all you see and then occasionally stare
At the teacher, more, tune in to we're clocking ya.
Lean back at this girl kept clockin' ya hood
Simulated from a (sensimilia) blonde,
Tell the young girl "Baby, you're the one I want."
She doesn't respond, pretends to ignore
So you say to yourself, it be her old and sore mentally
Pitchin' lies, the aim on the board as hot and wild pussy
You cannot afford this
Oooh, what slim and trim was my inner friend
Dear, quietly I want him to know my boots,
To rap out loose in my class,
But I kept sayin' the size of my dick and that ass.
So I turned around to arrange a date.
Swinging episode, baby number one's gotta say it
She popped a gum, cold twist to come
I said "Baby, how you feel?"
She said "Sure"
Then I

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (We about to hurt somethin' up in here)

[Chorus 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Them down south niggaz been loved Dirt
Take a shot to the head, if you been through the worse
Show respect to your niggaz, who been doin' it first
And be comin' with that shit, I'm just doin' the work

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
You don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit one verse
And leave in a New Benz burst
Take a trip down south and put some hoes to work, you hear me

[Chorus 2X]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Dirt McGirt, you niggaz gon' respect it
I'm drunk and crunk so don't come in my direction
I'm ready to thump, and get the whole crew arrested
Bail 'em out, and laugh about it in Texas, yo

[Chorus 2X]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
And get with Rome, down in Caki-Lac
And hit the spot, in the hood where the houses at
Where the shootin' and the fightings and the stabbings at
Where the Lincolns and the Chevys and the Cadi's at, shit

[Chorus to fade]

Yo imagine, imagine the shit
Drunk as hell and shit
And you going into a fuckin bar and shit
You stumbling over bitches and everything
Falling over everywhere, throwing up and shit

Yeahhayyyeahhahhh
C'mon c'mon
Ahhahahiahhhhhhh
I want ALL y'all people to feel what I feel
See my momma taught me this SHEEEIIIT
And my daddy learned from my momma
Which is good! Which is goodahhhhhhhhh

Sweet sugar pie, oh I wish you were mine
Lookin so good, like you know you should, yeah
And I-ayyeah, love you down, down baby
Oh my girlie, sweet my honey
You look so good to me
Love you down, all night long
Yeahhheahhhahhhh
Yeah, all night long
Yeahhahhhhhh, all night long girl
Sugar pie
Sweet oh-my-oh-my there's no lie
I love you girl, love you girl
Love you sweet pie
Yeaheahhhahhhhh

Do you love me? Do you love me like this?
(Do you love this girl) I know you love me.
I love you TOO!!
Ahhahhahhhah
(I'll let you know) I'm serious
I need to know that
I needs you to let me really know that
I said I'm serious, very, very serious
Aight, let's go

[sounds like Ol Dirty having the orgasm from hell on the microphone]

Yeahhhh, all night long
Yeahhaeahhahhhh
Ahhhhhhhahahyeahh
It's other groups that's better than me like the Temptations
And you other, groups
From the Motown, Philadelphia, Atlanta
(this is dedicated to you)
And you others, better than me
Mrs. Jones, don't feel disgraced baby
Because I love your soul your got it together type thing
Diana Ross
(see I don't say these things for myself)
Michael JAZZY-Jackson
(please understand or something

Keeping it real son that's right
The shining star my shining star
girl
Yo New York in the house
Is Brooklyn in the house
Uptown in the house
Dallas are you in house
Boogie down are you in the house
Sacramento in the house
Atlanta Georgia are you in the house
West Coast are you in the house
Japan are you in the house
Everybody are you in the house
Baby baby come on
Baby come on baby come on
Oh when you walk by every night
Talking sweet and looking fine
I get kind of hectic inside
Oh baby I'm so into you
Darling if you only knew
All the things that
flow through my mind
But it's just a sweet
I'm in heaven With my boyfriend
My laughing boyfriend
There's no beginning
and there is no end
Feels like I'm dreaming
but I'm not sleeping
Sweet fantasy

Images of rapture
Creep into me slowly
As you're going to my head
And my heart beats faster
When you take me over
Time and time and time again
But it's just a I'm in heaven
With my boyfriend
My laughing boyfriend
There's no beginning
And there is no end
Feels like I'm dreaming
But I'm not sleeping
Sweet fantasy

Sweet fantasy

I'm in heaven
With my boyfriend
My laughing boyfriend
There's no beginning
And there is no end
Feels like I'm dreaming
But I'm not sleeping
Ladise and gentlemen
Introducing the ol'dirty doggy
Here we go now Me and Mariah
Go back like babies with pacifiers
O'l dirty dog no liar
kickin' fantasy hot like fire
Jump jump
And let me see you do the stump
Girls let me see you shake your rump
Brother get in from the back and pump
And let's do it do it do the hump
I'm a little bit country
I'm a little bit rock
And I'm soul to soul
Big letters all big and bold
Ol' Dirty Bastard across the globe
I'm in heaven
With my boyfriend
My laughing boyfriend
There's no beginning
And there is no end
Feels like I'm dreaming
But I'm not sleeping
What you gonna do
when you get out of jail
I'm gonna do a remix
What you gonna do
when you get out of jail
I'm gonna do a remix
What you gonna do
when you get out of jail
I'm gonna have some fun
What you gonna do
when you get out of jail
I'm gonna have some fun
I'm in heaven
With my boyfriend
My laughing boyfriend
There's no beginning
And there is no end
Feels like I'm dreaming
But I'm not sleeping

Ah-yo what's up nigga?
Roll up that shit.
Yo where you comin' from nigga?
The fuck you talkin' 'bout?

I'm comin' from Franklin.
Nigga Brooklyn Zu.
Yo I got a badge.
You got a badge?

Nigga just give me $5.
Alright. You know I'm sayin' do'?
Word up.
Now which one of you niggaz really got dough?

None o' us.
Yo yo, yo.

[Chorus: x3]
We some GQ, get fresh, lamp a lot niggaz
Lettin' all the world know, we be gettin' high

What's up, nigga? Look how you strong, workin' 'em off
Got that hoe-ass bitch tellin' you you ain't worth it no more
She fuckin' while you on tour, the nigga next dor
Y'all even played basketball, should've punched ya in ya jaw

Now nigga need to stay on tour, 10 g's is worth more
She's a chickenhead whore, tryin' to score
I knew a bitch like that before, named Mo'
What a mink in the snow, a rink on the toe

12 O'Clock know, a bitch never want a bitch
Bitch!

Yo 12, this bitch Sky livin' in Bed-stuy
Used to be a hon' until she started gettin' high
The high school prom queen, now she prom fiend
Her man was 85, so he sold her a dream

Told her he was rich, so she sucked his dick
Swallowed all his cum and she didn't even spit
Suckin' him off in the whip, he loved that bitch
He loved that bitch.. he loved that bitch

[Chorus: x3]

I know this nigga on the Hill who got mad mils
Some masses, got credit cards, I mean this nigga got big bills
Well, anyway, I'ma sick him
'Cause his girl Dawn put me on to the whole ?

She say he don't be home to caress her
So I undressed her and made her feel better
He got the safe in the basement under the cemented floor
So what more, could you ask for?

Producer. Representer. RZA. 12 O'Clock.
Rayson. Zu Keeper. Shorty Shit Stain.
Yo... yeah. One time.

Ah-yo what's up nigga?
Roll up that shit.
Yo where you comin' from nigga?
The fuck you talkin' 'bout?

I'm comin' from Franklin.
Nigga Brooklyn Zu.
Yo I got a badge.
You got a badge?

Nigga just give me $5.
Alright. You know I'm sayin' do'?
Word up.
Now which one of you niggaz really got dough?

None o' us.
Yo yo, yo.

[Chorus: x3]
We some GQ, get fresh, lamp a lot niggaz
Lettin' all the world know, we be gettin' high

What's up, nigga? Look how you strong, workin' 'em off
Got that hoe-ass bitch tellin' you you ain't worth it no more
She fuckin' while you on tour, the nigga next dor
Y'all even played basketball, should've punched ya in ya jaw

Now nigga need to stay on tour, 10 g's is worth more
She's a chickenhead whore, tryin' to score
I knew a bitch like that before, named Mo'
What a mink in the snow, a rink on the toe

12 O'Clock know, a bitch never want a bitch
Bitch!

Yo 12, this bitch Sky livin' in Bed-stuy
Used to be a hon' until she started gettin' high
The high school prom queen, now she prom fiend
Her man was 85, so he sold her a dream

Told her he was rich, so she sucked his dick
Swallowed all his cum and she didn't even spit
Suckin' him off in the whip, he loved that bitch
He loved that bitch.. he loved that bitch

[Chorus: x3]

I know this nigga on the Hill who got mad mils
Some masses, got credit cards, I mean this nigga got big bills
Well, anyway, I'ma sick him
'Cause his girl Dawn put me on to the whole ?

She say he don't be home to caress her
So I undressed her and made her feel better
He got the safe in the basement under the cemented floor
So what more, could you ask for?

Producer. Representer. RZA. 12 O'Clock.
Rayson. Zu Keeper. Shorty Shit Stain.
Yo... yeah. One time.

I am the U-N-I, The Q-U-E, the G to the O-D
I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man called Unique G
Well, my name is known all over the world
To the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I go down in history
As the baddest brother that ever could be

You couldn't show me
Didn't know me
How to be a true MC

My advantage on the M-I-C is the slang
That I manifest so you could never hang
Obviously you know my name by now
I done thrown stupid parties all through your town
Dirt Megirt...that's my motherfucking name
Love to flirt...that's my motherfucking name
They said "Who wanna be an MC?"
I am the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream (is) my speciality
See my style, different from yours
Make young bitch want to drop their drawers

I gotta song for you all:
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
WHERE BLUEBIRDS FLY
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
WHY OH WHY

HEAR ME NOW!

Style funky, you know dat's me
KILLER BEE whohoho ONE MAN ARMY
Down for mine when I go on tour
Throw your hands in the air if you want more
Style is evil is like an wicked witch
With the mi-ca-phone spliggh! Funky as a bitch
Which is which, makes me nasty nasty
Next on the mic is the rappin NUH
You want some of the Ason's gun
Shoot the nigga, BLAAOW, reaches no one
Then you KNOW not to touch my HOE
I like livin my own fuckin show

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

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

verse 1:

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...

hook:

Hey, dirty, baby I got your money
Don't your worry, I said hey.
Baby I got your money
X2

verse2:

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!

hook X2
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!

verse3:

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

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

Shit that makes me high
[one two one two]
Yo we gonna bring it down to Harlem World
Bust your fuckin chops
Yo I remember when niggaz was lookin at themselves
on Farmers motherfuckers was wearin double goose
Motherfuckers actin all rowdy
I'm sayin though
[one two, one two]
The whole trip that was never shown
I'm sayin though
See cause the knife, is the knife, of all knives
Most people gather around
To hear the show, that is comin through your town
(I was playin)
See my name [what what?]
Is somethin, that you won't know
Unless you're dowwwwwwwwn, with the Brooklyn Zoo
Other brothers come
But never... come back
(Introducing)

So basically, what the Ol motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayin
is that if you fuck around [one two, one two]
You're gonna get yo' ass fucked up
So don't fuck around just lay down

Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard

I remember (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)
Not too long ago " "
I went to a city " "
And I saw a Wu-Tang show " "
Now I always wanted " "
To get, with, the band " "

But niggaz was singin they own songs
bein in they own worlds
So I guess I, I guess I, RARAARRRRAAHHH!!!
The terminology, the psychology
you still expect me to accept
Do what I say off of TV, kay
with the button on record and the other on
thus I press pause for a serious cause
to respect an intellect with this gratifying
now that I'm ready let the music begin
as I detect what I wrote with my
through the time that I spent, money that I lent
rap records went up just to bounce
then became a new way to get paid
they said "Rhymin on the mic is the number one"
Then a brother get the feeling that he want to play cool
you discombumberated diabolical fool
Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud
Another 20th century, modern day
Cannibal, humanoid, underground
chud broke loose from the god damn
dope-fiend addict why you walk with
Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome
when the MC's came, to live out their name
roast rockin rhymes that was always
when I elevated, and mastered the time
You was stimulated from the high post
You got shot cause you knew you were rot

Verse Two:

You're not the king of the diss
youse a queen of a bitch
And like a homosexual
your ass always switch
Niggaz wake up in the morning
you're ugly-ass Gods
Got slob around your mouth
blue code in your eye
You can't smile your teeth too gritty
Can't even move, drawers too shitty
(you know what else) You're shaped like a thistle
The holes in your drawers when you fuck been there since
YOU DUCKIN SUCKIN MOTHERFUCKIN COLD-HEARTED FAGGOT
Sperm germs on your worm DISINTEGRATED MAGGOTS
Repeat your rhymes all the time like a FUCKIN parrot
Phony gold chains only rated two carats
You tell your friends that your home is like heaven
Livin in the gutter sewer seven pipe eleven
You wear your socks twelve days in a row
Turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show
Go to school, take a shit, don't wipe your ass
Claimin on another sucka nigga in your class
YOU WANNA BATTLE?
Is it the pork on your fork, or the swine on your mind
Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme
Swine on your mind, pork on your fork
Make you imitate the brother in the state of New York
Chain on your BRAIN, that drove you inSANE
When you tried to CLAIM, for the talent and the FAME
Not in the GAME, yet and still you CAME
Suffer the PAIN, as I demolish your NAME
Not like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OV
Sayin this is dedicated to the one I love
Not a swine or dove, from the heaven's up above
When I rap, people CLAP, so the pushers they shove
When I rhyme I get LOOSE, better than Mother Goose
Rock the mic day and NIGHT, so you see I'm the JUICE
Like the two-six-EIGHT, politicians demonstrate

Outro:

Now hold up hold up hold up hold up
What y'all niggaz don't seem to hear
Is y'all can not FUCK with me
I saiiiiiiiiiid
ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
can't FUCK with me

I wanna give a shout out to my nigga Door, Door, Door
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
For the niggaz who's here
And the girls who's out there
Throw your hands in the air
Cause this one is more fly
Fly, fly
Flyyyyy, flyyyy
Flyyyyyyyyahhahayhahhhha
BZZZZT
Wooo!

Get your ass in the house boy, I told you
Get your ass in the house! Get, get, in the god damn house boy!
Last fuckin time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker

C'mon daddy?
I didn't mean nothin by it
but when it come to... FUCKIN with you MC's

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I wanna stay high in the clouds
I wanna keep plenty of pussy around
I'm gonna keep puttin' in bullets in pocket
Just in case, it's goin' down
I'm a Brooklyn soldier, yes, I'm is
If you lookin' for a problem, here it is
I'm worser than the cross and bones, and that's danger
I don't give a fuck, what beef it is

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Now I'mma get serious, pussy don't talk, went the heat come out
Niggaz sleep on Dirty, til the street come out
I like fame, but lockdown changed the nigga
Now it's all about the gauge, on the stage for nigga
Cuz haters wanna shoot, everything that shine
So I'm prepared, to lock and load my rhymes
Eat, two at a time, while my mind is bent
And dare motherfucker, come with Brook' with that
I be rollin' on the Boulevard, nothin' better rush
I'm like Big Ben with my middle finger up
Sidewalk hash, make thugs relax
Got a team that could vile your habitat
More gritty than Diddy, cause my hair's uncombed
Streets I roam, are too hot to throw on poems
Feel like L.A. blocks, home, when the yay is yo
Gotta rob a motherfucker when the day is slow

[Chorus]

[Black Rob]
Uh, pussy doctor, four-four cocker
Platinum, baby, ya'll niggaz is goin' copper
I'm down in Bad Boy South with the nigga Chopper
Programmed to blow shit up, like Dennis Hopper
Hella pointed, hop out the helicopter
It's L.A.X. for the weed, it's hella proper
I rap, but still stick hoes for door knockers
And if she's persistent, block her, block her, block her
Infered, I call it the show shocker
It's M.S.G., with Jay-Z, the show stopper
And this is for them gangsta dudes, know you boppin'
That take dough, and don't take shorts for no coppers
My team are life stoppers, watch me split ya life up
Like Mekhi Phifer, in the movie "Clockers"
And just for doing the thing, they try to lock us
Wanna find me? I'm layin' the back with the pill poppers

[Chorus 2X]

My beats are slammin from the rugged programming
My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm Jammin
You could never touch the stamina, while I'm rammin the
Hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah
Other MC's got flipped with the ease
Beggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music please
No, cause I'm a PRO, rap to the conVO
Make a crowd say HOE, at a strip SHOW
Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm
Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb
Boom! Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger
So you betta run for covah!
Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass
A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass!
Woooh-woooh-woooh! I sweat it live
MC gonna live God? No, the nigga die
The max-imum of MC's are populating
The min-imum of those MC's are dominating
Now all and together now, to what what who?
Rhymes come stinky like a girl's poo-poo

[Chorus:]

Hippa to da hoppa and you just don't stoppa [2x]

[Verse Two:]

Ahh shit, here I go once again
Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend
I come old like toe fungus mold
Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul
Then I came with that old Al Green shit
Saaa-die, taught me the ballisitc
I get you blurry in your eye with a high note
Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked
The shit I'm droppin is stinkin up your area
When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier
I keep my breath smellin like shit so I can get
FUNKY, baby I'm not havin it

[Chorus 2X]

Help master! [battle ensues]
Dragon-fist!
Horse-fist!
Bastard, I didn't know who you were

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

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

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

Ahh ahh, I never saw so many people tonight
I mean y'all all got it crowded up in here and that's good
I'm glad that y'all givin it up for him, y'all givin it up for him
That's good