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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - N***A Please (1999)
Yo, when I say you don't want to fuck with me
I'm not talking to you girl (and woman) Yo, 'cause y'all want to fuck... y'all want to fuck me [Verse:] I stay away from danger, danger stay away from me I kind of react on y'all niggas and then I flee Whatever you say is a mirage And on top of that, huh, nigga fuck y'all I'm the law of the land, got girls Uncle Nuggah I gagagaga got girls on the command I got the government lost on Gilligan Island (Nigga Please!) By December, CIA gettin' paid taxes back >From the Candy Cane, Santa came, back in the big hurricane You ain't shaggy anymore D8, I ain't in your ballgame I became, ain't your doggy bag ho same You gotta make Ol' Dirty a better man In the world if you wanna live Fuck y'all, God don't forgive I don't answer phones I'll never reveal the Wu-Tang secret, and if you don't believe I'll kill your shit [Chorus: 2x] You don't want You don't want fuck with me ('Cause my name is Ol' Dirty) [Verse:] Please Nigga! You couldn't jump jump jump You couldn't punk, you couldn't funk funk funk the shit up My name is Dirt Dog the 18 Millimeter, shoot you up, bust you up (Fuck fuck, What?) I drop an ambulance on a nigga Mad trucks, runnin' over niggas I love bitches, when they front on they pussycat You ain't gettin' over like a fat rat Hate is the method, killin' all you savages You won't be sendin' me messages I put your nigga on pause, I keep that shit on Destroy you through your whores 'Cause you ain't never had clout You niggas on a rat drought I never get tired |
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from Busta Rhymes - Flipmode Remixes (2003)
It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw I make sure everything we make is raw... Yah, yah, yah... 1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct Woo hah woo hah Got you all in check, I got that head nod That make you break ya neck Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made charge...now I must proceed Yo, we bout to make moves set speed Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed Watch me knock you out like apollo creed Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed Need more information, homeboy then just read Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed (repeat 1) How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo hah, woo hah Ah, baby girl, don't be confused Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Comin' through leavin...stains and residues Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels Give me room gimme some space yo excuse (rpt 1) You're now rockin' with the best Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad Busta Rhyme break it down like this Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars movin' like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 Make out with my dreads in my kangol Forget the moe... just pass the cisco Yo, take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that...that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through your stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go (rpt 1) Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey... |
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from Cam'Ron - S.D.E (2000)
Fuck whoever sayin shit
Fuck the whole system Fuck whoever playin me Fuck whoever listenin to Guliani Fuck purgery Fuck the club Fuck the ball Fuck the bar Fuck them Fuck security I put a gun to your girl that's how I fuck her (Fuck ya) Even Juvenile say he don't give a fuck (Violence) Beyond the worst on this shit Pump mark go first on this shit Let's hear him talk like a dirt on this shit Fuck ass bitch nigga pussy ho ho Punta Marico Clerra (Violence) I put a gun to your brain Push you in front of the train Drink Smirnoff waitin for it wear off Take your ear off tear your ear off You loadless strip now you blowless Got it strapped yeah you know this Pop a bitch hug a bitch rob a bitch mug a bitch Get outta here pop the bitch slug the die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence) Die bitch nigga Bitch nigga die (Violence [Verse 2]: You don't know me grab you I will Fuck what you heard stabs you got killed Kill kill kill kill which triple saw We burn bitches nipples off blew pistols off |
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from Blade : Trinity (블레이드 3) [ost] (2004)
"Thirsty"
(feat. Black Keith) [Black Keith:] You don't even know me, you can't even see me Friendly of the daylight, now I'm back, now I'm back again Don't be scared baby, can't you see I'm thirsty? Friends of the daylight, let me drink, let me drink, my friend Don't be scared baby, don't be afraid Friends of the daylight, and I'm back, and I'm back again [Chorus: Black Keith] Never going nowhere, you can't run from me Day and night baby, can I drink, can I drink again Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, can we drink, can we drink, my friend? Don't be scared baby, don't be scared, baby Can't you see I'm thirsty? And I'm back, and I'm back, again [Ol' Dirty Bastard:] What, first things first, man, you can't fight the curse You can't call the doctor, you can't call the nurse You got that Louie Logo on the side of your purse And those tight mint sixties, about to make me burst I can't think, let me sink into your jugular Come have a drink, with the thirsty love guzzler From the darkside, baby, don't be afraid You can't fight the thirst, nor escape the Blade I'm been scopin' ya, hopin' you be open to Take a sip, of the potion cuz it's overdue It's not your ordinary, it's a special brew In the heat of the night, I will rescue you [Chorus] [Interlude: Blade: Trinity sample] Allow me a parting gift, but remember this Sooner, or later, the thirst, always wins [Outro: Black Keith] Yeah, yeah, and I'm back, and I'm back again Life, life... back again |
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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - The Return To The 36 Chambers - The Dirty Version (1995)
Intro
Sing the song sing along with me Sing the song sing the song with me Verse 1 When I'm with you baby tell me why tell me so I ask you to go high you tell me to go low So I go low [slurp] taste the shit [Slurp] taste it again I like it [Rrr] I'm the original G O D Making young ladies scream's my specialty when I go DUN DUN DUN DUH girls get hype From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped When I kill, that ol' mad funky flow Not sayin Ason, duck duck disco Or disco duck, strictly hip hop baby baby, I can't stop Wu, gots ta like come on through Soo, that's the call for the Wu I came here to rectify BROOKLYN ZOO, terrify Why, niggas wanna get up and rap and rap and rap Man, fuck that Shit, that I make it's the skit I wanna see ya hands in the air, can ya dig it Let's sing the song Come on party people, all in together now, sing along Have you ever ever ever In your long legged life Had a bald headed bitch For your bald headed wife [laughter] Gimme dat Verse 2 Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound If you wanna get up and get fucked up Last nigga got up and got shot up But you's a gangsta, on the boards I'll bang ya Mess with the Wu-Tanger, I'll hang ya You'll get shanked and spanked and alley-ooped I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop Chamber number 9, verse 32 Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO That a true nigga shall come through No-one is available to be compatible This is chamber number 9, verse 32 is what we call The Stomp [Stomp] The stomp is down [Stomp] Get down for your crown [Stomp] Stomp [Stomp] [ODB] Verse 3 Brothas always playin with the microphone When it blows up in your face, [BOOM] you leave it alone You couldn't touch, this style is too much It's the rhymer, I don't give a crippled crab crutch [Grruh] Any nigga or niggerette Get burned to the brimecell like a cigarette Straight up and down, I don't play around Rhymin gets me paid madd bread by the pound Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all Go by the name Big A, from the shelter |
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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - The Osirus Mixtape (2005)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah sample (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
New York City stand up, Staten Island stand up New York City stand up (don't you bother me, don't you bother me) New York City stand up (old school style g.) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] You nothin' but fallen stars, I see it on ya'll Appear bizarre, Ol' Dirty boulevard I've known global law, take his head Ceasar Got babies like caviar, growin' evening star God bless the dead, Tupac Shakur You can't divide war, this slim galore Arabian flow, at nine a gigolo With a bad hot hoe, only cocaine up the nose Incognito, defeat me, how so? Rap K'd O, money green playin', go Long ago, Protect Ya Neck video Made me blow, on rap radio (Wu, Wu) [Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah sample] Staten Island stand up, New York City stand up New York City stand up, New York City stand up [Hook 2X] "For the ladies who know me, tell me how the fuck I be" ODB "Dirty..." - Kelis [Cappadonna] Brooooklyyyyyyyyyyn Zu, came through with the baby blue Me and my brother Dirt Dog Mama made breakfast today, with no hog We hustle in the street, niggaz ain't fuckin' with Wu, so roll deep Born God Body with the vest of heat When the Bee Sting hit, niggaz move they feet Yo, we banned from the club, you best to not sleep Keep somethin' on the waves, thug passion with the Alize's Smack 85 percenters, right in they face On some black pimpin' shit, like my dun-dun Huey God Squad in the building, big bags of ooey Push the phat shit like Dutch Tsasui RZA bring all the shit, fuck these clowns Ason Unique, yeah baby, hold me down Original tag team, S.I. City Ain't nothin' sweet kid, ain't nothin' pretty Wu-Tang Forever, kid, keep it gritty [Chorus 2X] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Call me Osirus, lyrical virus Ol' school fire, straight from lockdown Wu-Tang veteran, straight from lockdown O.D.B., now with Roc now [Hook 2X] [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Oh baby, dedicated to all the pretty girls All the pretty girls in the world, and the ugly girls too Cuz to me you pretty anyway, baby |
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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - The Return To The 36 Chambers - The Dirty Version (1995)
Now number two, practiced the snake style He was known as the snake spirit He had the speed of a snake [IntroVerse One: Killah Priest] Niggaz is like serpents out there (snake style, no one could compete) Serpents will bite Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York Slither in the streets, of Manhattan In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx Streets of Staten Island Wherever you see em they slither Whoever... yo Fearsome shit... check it out Yo, yo It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder Said stay strong cuz his life is now over I flash back to the heathens that he roll with They shot him up and down nobody knows shit My peers, little ears Came up to me with a eye full of tears Last night we was shootin dice and gettin nice Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise We were in the hallway all day Me, Steve, and Little Ray Probably at first they tried to rob me Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty Then came Scotty, fragile body My first impression, he returned from a party He was just stagger, smellin like Bacardi The Dragon, braggin, how he was fuckin mad hotties Pressed on the elevator button, then all of a sudden He licked off, about a dozen Slugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin Nobody was standin when the nigga started bustin Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors That's the last thing that I saw Damn, we plan to make grands of our home (Number two) [Verse Two: The RZA] Jagged edge, rockin God, hard as Stonehenge |
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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - The Return To The 36 Chambers - The Dirty Version (1995)
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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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - Shimmy Shimmy Ya(4)/Baby C'mon(2) (1995)
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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from More Music From 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2003)
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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from DJ Cut Killer - Party Jam (2003)
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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from Cut Killer - Cut Killer Lunatic (2005)
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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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - Rhino Hi-Five: Ol' Dirty Bastard (2006)
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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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - N***A Please (1999)
You can't imitate me on this fuckin tape
You ain't ringing the bell I'm ready when you are (You ain't ringing the bell You ain't busting the grape You ain't imitating me on this fuckin tape) [x10] I'm tellin you bitch ass niggas If y'all don't fuckin If y'all coloured bitch ass faggot punk ass motherfuckers Don't see that these white people are trying to take over your shit Don't worry, your baby's happy the Ol' Dirty Bastard is here Your baby happy I'm here To beat the shit out of all you faggot punk ass motherfuckers Bitch ass niggas! I shut whole fuckin' world down You white motherfuckers could never, ever take over You can't ever take over! [x2] You shut the fuck up and you shut the fuck up That's what the fuck you do! (Could I get a beer, yo I need some beer) You ain't using your phone, you ain't callin the cops Cause nigga I'm the only king of the block I'm the only black god, motherfucker! And I came to rock the spot When I throw at football pass at a bitch she miss Ain't trying to be funny gonna use my fist You can't use the family feud You can't run it on a cuckoooo!!!! You bring shame, I'll keep Ol' Dirty safe Not locked up, cause I'll have your fuckin ass locked up! I'll stash you, lickin you down, light that blunt! You ain't gettin one,two I do what I want! If I got a problem, a problems got a problem til it's gone I'm the only Unique Ason You reap what you sew Fuckin with the O I got the precinct locked down You ain't using the po-po Fuck you Soso I got the keys to your hoe I'll stop your whole flow, all you bitches roll Wo |
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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - Rhino Hi-Five: Ol' Dirty Bastard (2006)
You can't imitate me on this fuckin tape
You ain't ringing the bell I'm ready when you are (You ain't ringing the bell You ain't busting the grape You ain't imitating me on this fuckin tape) [x10] I'm tellin you bitch ass niggas If y'all don't fuckin If |
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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - N***A Please (1999)
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 [Ol' Dirty Bastard] 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 [The Neptunes] Mister courageous O.D.B. You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P You need to recognize [Ol' Dirty Bastard (Neptunes)] 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) [Ol' Dirty Bastard (Zu Keeper)] 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 d |
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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - The Return To The 36 Chambers - The Dirty Version (1995)
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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from Rhino Hi-Five: Rap [Vol 2] (2006)
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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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - The Return To The 36 Chambers - The Dirty Version (1995)
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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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - Rhino Hi-Five: Ol' Dirty Bastard (2006)
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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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - The Osirus Mixtape (2005)
[Intro: DJ Premier (ODB samples)]
Rest in peace, Ol' Dirty "See my name is the ODB" "The-the-the-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" [Chorus 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard w/ samples cut] As I poppppppppppp, shotttttttttttttttttts As I po-a-opppppppp, shotttttttttttttttttts [Ol' Dirty Bastard] '86 was the year that it started Crack hit the states, and my hood got to poppin' Back then, you had to catch it with narcotics Without a doubt, Brooklyn had the hardest projects Nowadays, if a nigga say you got it You be sitting in the country, with like 3 or 4 charges Young when started, but I had a talent To get this past and drunk, cuz I took it as a challenge The older niggas game me much as I can handle Cop the eagle, started jackin' with the green New Balance shit I'm feelin' clean, I was only thirteen With the heavy starch, on my Bugle Boy Jeans My name's spelled right on my four finger ring It was Dirt then, cuz McGirt you ain't seen "The Ol' Dirty Bastard" "Rollin...." [Chorus 2X w/ more samples cut] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Toe to toe, I scrap with the best If I spit ten rhymes, nigga, nine gon' connect If you in front of 1 or 2, I respect Cuz I probably just forgot, and wrote it strictly for my set Wu-Tang, man I love my set Niggas comin' up here, this is where the G's at Look here, more money, more problems, my ass You'se a naive cat, if you still believe that, for real That's a trick to try to keep you where you at All content, while niggas ridin' Bentley's and Maybach Think I'mma lay back, playa, forget it First hundred G's, I see, nigga, I'm tryin' to flip it And that's some real shit, not just a lyric Drop a couple open cases, not too specific Niggas out here tryin' to prove whose the realest It's ok to pop shit, but come a little different "Tell 'em who the fuck I be..." "The ODB" "Tell 'em who the fuck I be..." "The-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard" [Chorus 2X w/ more samples cut] "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "See my name is the ODB" [Chorus to fade w/ more samples cut] |
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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - The Osirus Mixtape (2005)
[Intro: DJ Premier (ODB samples)]
Rest in peace, Ol' Dirty "See my name is the ODB" "The-the-the-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" [Chorus 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard w/ samples cut] As I poppppppppppp, shotttttttttttttttttts As I po-a-opppppppp, shotttttttttttttttttts [Ol' Dirty Bastard] '86 was the year that it started Crack hit the states, and my hood got to poppin' Back then, you had to catch it with narcotics Without a doubt, Brooklyn had the hardest projects Nowadays, if a nigga say you got it You be sitting in the country, with like 3 or 4 charges Young when started, but I had a talent To get this past and drunk, cuz I took it as a challenge The older niggas game me much as I can handle Cop the eagle, started jackin' with the green New Balance shit I'm feelin' clean, I was only thirteen With the heavy starch, on my Bugle Boy Jeans My name's spelled right on my four finger ring It was Dirt then, cuz McGirt you ain't seen "The Ol' Dirty Bastard" "Rollin...." [Chorus 2X w/ more samples cut] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Toe to toe, I scrap with the best If I spit ten rhymes, nigga, nine gon' connect If you in front of 1 or 2, I respect Cuz I probably just forgot, and wrote it strictly for my set Wu-Tang, man I love my set Niggas comin' up here, this is where the G's at Look here, more money, more problems, my ass You'se a naive cat, if you still believe that, for real That's a trick to try to keep you where you at All content, while niggas ridin' Bentley's and Maybach Think I'mma lay back, playa, forget it First hundred G's, I see, nigga, I'm tryin' to flip it And that's some real shit, not just a lyric Drop a couple open cases, not too specific Niggas out here tryin' to prove whose the realest It's ok to pop shit, but come a little different "Tell 'em who the fuck I be..." "The ODB" "Tell 'em who the fuck I be..." "The-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard" [Chorus 2X w/ more samples cut] "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "See my name is the ODB" [Chorus to fade w/ more samples cut] |
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from M.O.P. - Salute The St.Marxmen (2006)
(feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard)
{Marxmen.. Cinema} [Intro: DJ Premier (ODB samples)] Rest in peace, Ol' Dirty "See my name is the ODB" "The-the-the-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" [Chorus x2: Ol' Dirty Bastard w/ samples cut] As I pooooooooooop, shotttttttttttttttttts As I po-a-oooooop, shotttttttttttttttttts [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Eighty-six was the year that it started Crack hit the states, and my hood got to poppin Back then, you had to catch it with narcotics Without a doubt, Brooklyn had the hardest projects Nowadays, if a nigga say you got it You'd be sittin in the county with like 3 or 4 charges Young I started, but I had a talent To get this crack cooked, cause I took it as a challenge So older niggaz gave me much as I can handle Copped the Eagle, started jackin with the green New Balance shit I'm feelin clean, I was only thirteen With the heavy starch, on my Bugle Boy Jeans My name spelled out on my four finger ring It was Dirt then, cause McGirt you ain't seen "The Ol' Dirty Bastard" "Rollin...." [Chorus: repeat x2 w/ more samples scratched in] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Toe to toe, I scrapped with the best If I spit ten rhymes, nigga nine gon' connect [Lil' Fame] + (Ol' Dirty) Crime time, one-seven-one-eight Marxmen Chill Dirty I got this (Tell 'em who the fuck Iiii BE!) F-I, Z, Z-Y Famesta bitch; duke you ain't heard, you fuckin with Weird Al Yankovich, Brook-nam bangers See y'all niggaz still boppin to bullshit, that ain't the shit Shame on a nigga that tried to run game on a nigga Then, tuck in his chain on a nigga I thought you used to pop that thang thang on a nigga And air blocks out like bang bang on a nigga You pussy! Fuck the shit you talkin duke Cause everybody can smell it when yo' punk ass walkin duke Get it right, it's the Ol' Dirty Bastard With them old dirty bastards, from Brownsville (motherfucker) "Tell 'em who the fuck I be..." "The ODB" "Tell 'em who the fuck I be..." "The-the-the Ol' Dirty Bastard" [Chorus: repeat x2 w/ more samples scratched in] "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella, Roc-a-Fella" "Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang" "See my name is the ODB" [Chorus: repeat to fade w/ more samples scratched in] |
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from Tales From The Hood by Christopher Young [omnibus, ost] (1995)
Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard
Sup? Let's go. (Yo Snoop Dogg! Yo Dre! Yo Too $hort! E-40, and the motherfucking Click!) Nuff respect to the West coast. (Duhhn duhhn duhhn) Yo, Ol Dirty Bastard coming through Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast locked the FUCK down Hear my SHIT, nigga! (Dirty dirty dirty, Brooklyn!) Verse One: 12 O'Clock Shit is crazy real in the field I watched niggaz blood get spilled over five dollar bills And major drug deals on the real See a nigga get meals and his bitch get him killed In this American dream to get some cream You're ownin a Beem, and your face in magazines 12 O'Clock maintains in the game Bring the Pain to smokin Method, main It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames Get a gold record and you change And for the niggaz sellin cocaine, you're too blame Black people lives ain't the same And that's the Tale in my Hood Niggaz is up to no good, you better watch em in them hoods Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard I always thought livin life was easy Go to school, get a job, yo it couldn't be me So instead, I played my bed My momma got fed, and now a nigga livin with a dread My best fuckin friend, knew him since ten Nigga feed me CREAM, let me whip the Benz Houses all over Texas, lightning gold Lexus He had enough respect to dress this Expensive Tim suits, girl wearin fly Gucci boots Put me on like POOK! Every morning that I awake Ten G's in my fuckin face, combination to the safe! Son run the state, carrying coke by the weight Nigga put pounds in the weed gate And it's ran by Ol Dirty 12 O'Clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty Dirty (Fuck all that motherfucking drug selling shit I wanna see some motherfucking lyrics I wanna hear some motherfucking lyrics What up nigga, what?) Hahahahahahahahahahaha I got you nigga Verse Three: 12 O'Clock, Ol Dirty Bastard I'll rip mics on site you know the type New Jack, this is my City like Wesley Snipes Go fly a kite or somethin, make some muffins I come up bad in the town like Charles Bronson Now set your speaker and I'll do you for that reason 12 is no joke I bring wreck through the seasons Solomon, contend, many more but just when That Joker act you can save for Jack Nicholson One two and three, through your rap fatigue In the MC world, is a minor league What you speak, you swear it's unique It's just a peek, physique, of an old antique Don't expect a project, then it's bound to freeze Your whole head is stuck and stiff Next Siamese, I never liked rhymes That's incomplete, then again obsolete I shall repeat, there's an Easy Street For niggaz who earned, then learn your sojourn Then you return, as an intelligent, positive, messanger Not an experiment negative Lucifer With a tittling gloss of crafted skin Nothing like spring sauce, of the true origin Who would score, the wizard of war Came in best man was a god damn dinosaur No more jungle-like living, from the Blue Lagoon It's not an Animal House, National loon Lampoon If you understand the what when Why how, are you fellas who exempt or to disallow, a fresh MC, that will knock you down I gets dizzy spellbound like a merry-go-round While I'm freaking, shall I expose You take a subject, and then you decompose |
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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - The Osirus Mixtape (2005)
[Intro: E-Snaps]
Aww, man, yeah, Lenox Ave. Boyz Aww, man, come on, yea, yeah, yo [E-Snaps] You doin' what you doin', let's get it Starvin' and you robbin', and you catch a nigga slippin', best get 'em Hit 'em where the good Lord split him Introduce myself, go booth yourself In the far left lane, and I'm, hydro planed And I'm, slingin' my 'caine, don't care how you feel Checkin' out the truck, check the wheels Wanna get fucked, bitch kneel, let me splash in your grill Who but me? Muthafuckin' right, get it right Papi of this motherfuckin' thing, truck tight Rollin' with my niggaz, we ain't lookin' for no fights Now pop one in your head, that's all she said It's time to get head in my Mercedes-Benz Chipped up and I ain't even talkin' bout my jams Clipped up, so any nigga frontin', gettin' banned Give 'em all ten in his chin, I'm all in [Chorus 4X: Meeno] Move back, move back, you can't fuck with me, huh I'm from the click called N.I.B [Meeno] Next up, I believe that's me Meeno, get it right, no descrempancy Always keep a weapon, see, run it ground Worth of stones, nothin' less on me, why you stress on me Niggaz mad cause I stretch my D., ya'll dudes want my recipe? Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an album or two Then I might let you sign my shoe, that's just how I do Everybody sayin', boy too souped up Nah, I'm just hot, plus Bentley Coup'd up Who put, you too busy holdin' the stoupe up Ya'll fault your broke, and not mine, stupe'a I'm like Juve', I need it in my life Got fifty birds flyin' in, later on tonight Rock and I hustle, so I get paid twice Life is a gamble boy, roll your dice [Chorus 4X] [Tony Wink] Who you know spit flows, get dough like I In the L.A.B.'s, motherfucker, no lie Hit the links I've seen, back in late '95 Had to wait for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on both sides Of course we gon' ride, ride over the competition The real has arrived, ya'll bitch niggaz is finished All I gotta do is Nextel tag my lieutenant Your whole click will get toe tagged tagged in two minutes This to them fools thinkin' they gon' catch the God slippin' I'm always on point and I'm always packin' my weapon You see me in the club, believe me, I got the tech in I slipped the DJ a guard, you slipped it in with the records Either you love it or hate it, but bet you gon' respect it Rainbow glow, when the lights hit off the necklace I'm what you can't be, young, black, rich, and wreckless It's the god free, and L.A.B.'s, one two, check it [Chorus 2X] [Interlude: Jae Millz] Remix! Huh, yeah, it's 101, what? You know what it is when you hear that, Harlem Fix ya face or smacked in it, Harlem Harlem, right here, Harlem You gon' stupid if you don't bounce to this man You gonna only look like a hater, huh-huh Lenox Ave. Boyz, what up, it's only right They know what it is, man, remix [Jae Millz] Move back, its no touchin' me, I'm from that place called NYC H Dub to the death, and I don't give a fuck what party it is I'm still in the club wearin' sweats (hah) Milk ears with the money colored check Ill two step, blowin' dubs with the best Live life, most hated, with my Lenox Ave. Boyz Remix, Move Back, with Grease providing all the noise Huh, your home boy game so raw And I ain't even gotta say my name no more Haters wanna give my name to the law But punchin' and kickin', to kick us all, they can blame you for Might catch me in the 'Lac with Snaps Or lightin' sticky green 'dro, with Wink and Meeno You from the hood and you ain't no coward, well me neither And before you step on my sneaker, I really think you need to (move back, move back) [Drag-On] This your boy to the dash Same nigga, no talkin', just result to the mass I stab niggaz, throw the hawk in the trash Peroxide my bullets, give the burners a bath Three fifty Z, burnin' the Ave I'm old school, I still got the fiends burnin' the glass I pull the pump off my waist, and dumb in your face I'm a little bit too hard for the radios to play I still can spit eighty miles an hour in a verse And my Coupe go eighty miles an hour in reverse I let my tool go, ya'll niggaz just studio killas Nigga, I'mma killa in the studio I got guns that'll hollow a wall Point it to your jaw, make you swallow it all Ya'll niggaz want hardcore? What the fuck you think the R, and Full Surface and D-Block is for? [Cardan] They ask, who's that, that's P-Cardi And what he in, what he in, he in a Fer-rari You know I'm strapped, you know I'm strapped, I got the heat on me And what I'm wearin', and what I'm wearin', a long Bigari Thinkin' I'm Joe Clark, nigga, try to 'lean on me' But if he is, like Biggie said, 'he gon' bleed' Niggaz ain't hard, niggaz heart full of creatine But go against that, green, I go against your, brain And don't fuck with me and the kid, I've been a daddy all my life No 'dro, we gon' blow that alley all day, say what Act stupid, we gon' it crackin' here tonight Greasin', Meen' on the front, with Snappy on my right If rap don't work, nigga, we go to the kitchen Those ain't hoes, so then you know we ain't pimpin' I'm on, my toes, so nigga, no, I ain't slippin' Too close, hold somethin', or now I know Cardy didn't [Terra Blacks] And if he know, what keep me little Think you know, I think it later See me, and my guns come to, just like a waiter You up north, singin' just like Anita Baker Make up your mind, then come and ready, feen to meet your maker The man that laugh last, will surely laugh harder Me have a gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster With them and I for black gangster (huh, I'm from the click called N.I.B.) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] But drunk, when he hop inside, in the club gettin' tired Bitches scatter all around me, ready to excite it All these kittens got me flea bitten, eatin' out my mitten I'm comin' off top, my moves are unwritten Now slitter to the snake, in the spring time wither But strong on my own, Wu-Tang, I'm forever Women desirin', jobs is hiring Money admiring, never keep tiring Rhymin' ain't nothin', the easiest job ever And I'm doing mine, holdin' it together While money quadruple, from playin' the cripple Drinkin' from a titty nipple, sippin' on ripple Blunt keep on flippin', from keep gettin' dippin' The mic I'm rippin', the record skippin' The pussy drippin', the wet got me slippin' The bitch I'm strippin', I'm platinum shippin' [Chorus 4X] |
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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - The Return To The 36 Chambers - The Dirty Version (1995)
Ahh ahh, I never saw so many people tonight
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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - N***A Please (1999)
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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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - Got Your Money [Amended Version] (2000)
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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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - Got Your Money [Amended Version] (2000)
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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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - The Return To The 36 Chambers - The Dirty Version (1995)
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 |
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[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] |
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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - The Return To The 36 Chambers - The Dirty Version (1995)
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 |
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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - N***A Please (1999)
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 |
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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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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - N***A Please (1999)
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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from Ol' Dirty Bastard - The Return To The 36 Chambers - The Dirty Version (1995)
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 |
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| from Ol' Dirty Bastard - Yet Reloaded (2009) | |||||
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| from Ol' Dirty Bastard - The acoustic machine vol.2 (1994/95) (2009) | |||||
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