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Shimmy Shimmy Ya[Intro]
"Aw, I don't want to fuck you. You can't even sing!" You had to sing, or something, to get some pussy

[Chorus 1]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw

[Verse 1]
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 Dodger Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm
Rain on your college-ass disco dorm
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill now
Chop that down, pass it all around
Lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground
For any emcee in any fifty-two states
I get psycho killer, Norman Bates
My producer slam my flow is like bam
Jump on stage and then I dip down

(I like the way you talk)

[Chorus 2]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw

[Incomprehensible backwards verse incorporating part of Verse 3 (Extended version)]

[Verse 2]
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 Dodger Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm
Rain on your college-ass disco dorm
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta go through one killer bee and he ain't gonna kill
Now chop that down, pass it all around
Lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground
For any emcee in any fifty-two states
I get psycho killer, Norman Bates
My producer slam my flow is like bam
Jump on stage and then I dip down

[Outro 1]
Shi-shimmy shimmy ya, yeah
Shi-shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam
Shi-shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Shi-shi shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Shi-shimmy shi-shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay

Give me the mic so I can take it away, shimmy shimmy ya

[Outro 2]
You can't even sing. You have to sing or something to get some pussy

ADDITIONAL EXTENDED VERSE

[Verse 3]
See, when a nigga say he likes it raw
Keepin' it dirty, down to the floor
See my name is the ODB and I'll beat your ass
For the ladies who know me tell them who the fuck I be
For the niggas who know me tell them who the fuck I be
My style comes down on y'all like rocks
(Sitin' on the dock of the bay) By the dock!
(Aiyaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyaiy...) Umm by the flock
(Don't goooooo) By the creak by the flock
Got east coast locked down padlocked
My Zoo niggas be all all down by the flock

[Chorus 1]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw

[Verse 1]
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 Dodger Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm
Rain on your college-ass disco dorm
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta go through one killer bee and he ain't gonna kill
Now chop that down, pass it all around
Lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground
For any emcee in any fifty-two states
I get psycho killer, Norman Bates
My producer slam my flow is like bam
Jump on stage and then I dip down
(I like the way you talk)

Yo, y'all know the lyrics, come on, sing with me

[Chorus 1]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw

[Produced by RZA]
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Brooklyn Zoo[Produced by True Master & Ol' Dirty Bastard]

[Intro]
Shit
Word, I'll bust that nigga ass right now
Ain't no– none of them niggas can't fuck with me
What? Nigga, you could never fuck with me, my nigga
I'll fuck you up right now, what? What? What?
Bust your motherfucking ass, boy
I ain't no motherfucking joke, you know who you talking to? (Yo, word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'll fuck you up right now
Yeah, what? What? What?
He ain't sayin' nothin', fuck him

[Verse]
I'm the one-man army, Ason
I never been tooken out, I keep MC's looking out
I drop science like Cosby dropping babies
Enough to make a nigga go crazy
In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason? I keep planets in orbit
While I be coming with deeper and more shit
Enough to make you break and shake your ass
As I create rhyme good as a Tastykake makes
This style, I'm mastered in
Niggas catching 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 burning? Well, fuck it, now you're learning
How I don't even like your motherfucking profile
Give me my fucking shit, chk-chk, blaow
Last seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, niggas be quiet as kept
Now you know nothing
Before you knew a whole fucking lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot
A lot of MC's came to my showdown
And watched me put your fucking ass low down
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt, I 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 (Brooklyn Zoo)
How to pull a fucking gun trigger, I said "Get the fuck outta here"
Nigga wanna get too close to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll jack any wack host
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name
My hip-hop drops on your head like rain
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 rizzock the spot
MCs I'll be burning, burning hot
Woah-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up 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, try to hog shit
So I'll take your ass out quick
The mics, I'm had it, my nigga, you can suck my dick
If you wanna step to my motherfucking rep
Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death
You got shot 'cause you knock-knock-knock
"Who's there?" Another motherfucking hard rock
Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back (Back)

[Chorus]
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 (Brooklyn Zoo, what?)
Shame on you when you step through to (My nigga)
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

[Outro]
What? My nigga
Shame on you
Shame—
Shame on you when you step through to—
Shame on— Shame on—
Shame on you when you step through to—
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
What? My nigga
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Got Your Money[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I dedicate this to all the pretty girls
All the pretty girls in the world
And the ugly girls too
‘Cause to me you're pretty anyway, baby

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
You give me your number, I'll call you up
You act like your pussy on interrupt
I don't have no trouble with you fucking me
But I have a little problem with you not fucking me
Baby, you know I'ma take care of you
‘Cause you say you got my baby, and I know it ain't true
Is it a good thing? No it's bad, bitch
For good or worse, makes you switch
So I walk on over with my Cristal
Bitch-ass niggas, put away your pist-als
Dirty won't be having it in this house
‘Cause, bitch, I'll cripple your style!
Now that you heard my charming voice
You couldn't get another nigga, coochie won't get moist
If you wanna look good and not be bummy
Girl, you better give me that money! Aow!

[Hook: Kelis]
Hey, Dirty!
Baby, I got your money
Don't you worry, I said hey!
Baby, I got your money

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
So I glanced at the girls, girls glanced at me
I whispered in their ear: "Wanna be with me?"
You wanna 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 I'ma put the killer ants in your pants
I'm the O-D-B as you can see
F.B.I., don't you be watching me
I don't want no problems, ‘cause I'll put you down
In the ground where you can not be found
I'm just Dirt Dog trying to make some money
So give me my streaks and give me my honey!
Radios play this all day, everyday
Recognize I'm a fool and you love me!
None of you, NUH, better look at me funny
NUH, you know my name, now give me my money!

[Hook: Kelis]
Hey, Dirty!
Baby, I got your money
Don't you worry, I said hey!
Baby, I got your money

[Over the hook]
Sing it! Sing it, girls!
Just shake it right now!
If Dirty want his money
I think y'all should give him his money
That's how I like you, girl!

[Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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 "It's so nice!"
The price bitch is diamonds, shining disco light
Well, you better help me solve my problem
Or I'ma get this money and rob them
Lucky Dog when I won the Lotto
Ran up on my car for carrying Rollo
But hold on, you can call me Dirty
And then lift up your skirt
And you want some of this Dirty
God made Dirt and Dirt bust your 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 taught me that back in the house
Now give me my money!

[Hook: Kelis]
Hey, Dirty!
Baby, I got your money
Don't you worry, I said hey!
Baby, I got your money

[Hook: Kelis]
Hey, Dirty!
Baby, I got your money
Don't you worry, I said hey!
Baby, I got your money

[Hook: Kelis]
Hey, Dirty!
Baby, I got your money
Don't you worry, I said hey!
Baby, I got your money

[Hook: Kelis]
Hey, Dirty!
Baby, I got your money
Don't you worry, I said hey!
Baby, I got your money

[Hook: Kelis]
Hey, Dirty!
Baby, I got your money
Don't you worry, I said hey!
Baby, I got your money

[Outro: Kelis]
Hey, Dirty!
Baby, I got your money
Don't you worry, I said hey!
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Raw Hide[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard + (some Caribbean woman)]
Yeah! I wanna let all y'all niggas know in here tonight
That this is that Wu-Tang shit
This that shit that's gonna get you high
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
(You nuh see it? Wu-Tang a-run tings!)
Be the original G
Rhymin' on timin' in the place to be
(Run blood claat tings!)
Ladies love seein' me!

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed
I want action! That's what I need
I never put doubt on my mind
'Cause I know when I touch the mic, it'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
Niggas 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 posse
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!

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, gotta come back to attack
Killin' niggas who said they got stacks, 'cause I don't give a fuck
I wanna see blood
Whether it's period blood or bustin' your fuckin face
Some BLOOD!
I'm goin' out my fuckin' mind!
Every time I get around devils...
Let me calm down, you niggas better start runnin'
'Cause I'm comin', I'm dope like fuckin' heroin
Wu-Tang Bloodkin, a goblin, who come tough like lambskin
Imagine, gettin' shot up with Ol' Dirty insulin
You bound to catch AIDS or somethin'
Not sayin I got it, but nigga, if I got it, you got it! What!

[Verse 3: Raekwon the Chef]
Yo, check the bulletproof fly shit, strong like Thai Stick
Then I'll remain to tear your frame while I freaks it
Like some fly new sneaks and shit
Now eat my shit, bitch tried to creep and got hit
Now regulate, and I'll be out to set up a date
Wu-Tang is bangin' like a Ron G tape
RZA pump the shit just like a shotty
Watch me run it like John Gotti
Collidin' on the track like gin and watty
Check the calendar, I warn any challenger
To step up {*whoosh*} feel the blast from the silencer

[Chorus: Method Man]
Move 'em in, move 'em in
Move 'em out, move 'em out
Stick it up {*whip sound*}
Raw hide!

[Verse 4: Method Man]
Comin' soon to a theatre near you, it be the Wu
Yeah, find yourself in the square and see it's true
Actual facts to snack on and chew
My positive energy sounds peace to you
A wise man killed one horse and made glue
Wicked women puttin' period blood in stew
Don't that make the stew witches brew?
I fear for the eighty-five that don't got a clue
How could he know what the fuck he never knew?
God-Cypher-Divine come to show and come to prove
A mystery god that's the work of Yacub
The Holy Ghost got you scared to death, kid, BOO!

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, we always gotta keep it fly
Fly for you to feel what you wants to feel
See Wu-Tang'd like to thank, all the people across the country
All the people in America, all the people outside of America
For listenin' to our music
We gotta keep it fly for ya!
See this ain't somethin' new
That's just gonna come out of nowhere, no!
This is somethin' old! And dirty!
And dirty!
Yeah
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Protect Ya Neck II the Zoo[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
See let a nigga come through with that bullshit
Any time you pop that shit nigga
I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy
I 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
Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
You from Queens nigga
I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker!
Where you reside... motherfucker!
How you live? How you seeeeeeee

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout
Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaow!!

[Buddha Monk - Brooklyn Zu]
Dirty, can you hear me? Rawness I’m inflicting
It's that G type slang that makes this real sickening
Ignite the styles, I got my hand upon the trigger
Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga

[Prodigal Sunn - Sunz of Man]
Yo, straight out the lava by them hell fires
A known mental killer, born thriller, assassin of terror
A hot bloody fatal mixture of carbon and water
Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order
Start the mission, travel like the speed of wind
Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many men
Serving justice in my vicinity

[Zu Keeper - Brooklyn Zu]
(This is, Brooklyn, Zu!!)
Za-za-za, za-za-za
Zuh-za-zah, z-zz-zz-z-z-zz-zz-z-dah-duh-dnn-duh

[Murdoc - Brooklyn Zu]
I get down, I get down, I crack your fucking crown
Lay around and watch some real niggas break ground
I can't shop cause every bro blowing up the spot
Hit rocks and niggas know

[Killah Priest - Sunz of Man]
Yo! Niggas grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion
Nervous, that's why the Zu brought me in
Now bring em forth, like the tortures at the courts
Before the case begin, first break me in
His brain! And make sure he can't maintain the calmness
Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this
Stage light now appears to be the Moon
Now your Posse is your fucking Platoon
Stale sound just flows through the air
I'm like a ninja, once I send ya cold stares
Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist with the clearest rhyme
Erupt to deduct your fucking mind

[12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu]
Fuck shit up on the hurry-up
Known for burying ducks through more styles than a monk
Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch
Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump
Never fall victim to no bitch
Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp
And score more points than Shawn Kemp
Keeping powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!!
Ol Dirty Bastard live and uncut

(Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a...)

[Shorty Shit Stain - Brooklyn Zu]
Got more props than the President
My hardcore represent
Blowing niggas back who never had this
Cause I'm gifted, so you can gift wrap the shit
I'm kicking and send it to your moms for Christmas
And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it
Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant
Cause niggas rap styles just down, it's expired
You should've stayed home instead of picking up a microphone
But if you wanna run on up, like you tough
I call your bluff and blow you down with my hardcore stuff
I shine like twenty-four carat, niggas know...

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Roll and stroll with the party scene
Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean
Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and
Test my skill niggas, you're tripping
Drugged up from sniffing, you're the one who's riffing
I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith
Start to flip, slip cause you're slipping
While you sleep I be the God on point, with Scottie Pippen
As I jump on stage, flip rip a show
Strip and rip a ho, wayyy like Bo
Jackson while I'm still taxing maxing
Relaxing sitting back, silly attraction
Again and again when I rock the jam
Wanna see em up in the air, throw up your hand
Introducing one-man band in town
It's wild, more the style couldn't stand nigga
When the jump stepped to the center
Of the rhyme inventor, MCs' tormentor
You get dap slapped, across the MC map
Your ass that's your ass on a whore shot
Come on through I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get Rudy with the Hong Kong Phoo'
Ol Dirty Bastard, MC killer
Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style
That I lay down like tile, then I get higher

[60 Second Assassin - Sunz of Man]
Here comes the illlll, type ruffer
Style be untouched I'm leavin broken down grammars on the pen
Who who what? What brings it? Tighter than your anus
Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers
Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill
Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill
60 Second, nucleus, attack on your set
Hit you with the blast (yo close the door)
Shabazz!!
*gun blast*
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SnakesNow number two, practiced the snake style
He was known as the snake spirit
He had the speed of a snake

[Intro: Killah Priest]
Niggas 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

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
Said stay strong 'cause 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
He 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 would 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
And no one was standing 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 planned to make grands and buy a home

[Number two]

[Verse 2: RZA]
Jagged edge, rock head god hard as Stonehenge
Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge
Hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manner
And on the block he was called by the momma's
And the grandma's, 'indecent', 'heathen', 'juvenile delinquent'
His weekends was frequently locked inside the precinct
His most recent cape for catchin' papes
Was snatchin' up snakes on a roof butt-naked hang 'em off like drapes
Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace
And those who didn't reply, they fell straight to their face
Razor blade sharp who invades the dark
And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS iron heart like Tony Starks
A fierce lion, who never leave the crib without the iron
And on the block he be slingin' rocks and duckin' from the sirens
Greetin' niggas he loved with a pound and a bear hug
Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub
A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten
He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin
And when he came through niggas be lookin' out
Hopin' he gets shot or tooken out or locked the fuck up in Brooklyn House
In PC on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot

[Number two, the snake]

[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
Do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga
Bad rudeboy from the land of Jamaica
With visions to venture to the U.S
To receive the gold that he couldn't achieve
In his country, even though he sold mad weed
For the next man, who was the Don of the clan
Niggas acting like they got the block locked
Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food
But I be the rudest, bad boy stepping gun toting
Shots lash out like a violent explosion
At the nigga, who tries to stop my production
Intervene the scene and slow up the cream
None of that black, East New York, gun talk
Niggas I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk
Memories of injuries, wounds and burns
Walking through the streets of Medina I stand firm
'Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down
Without a doubt, niggas who front get snuffed out
Justice must be born there's no escape
'Cause a snake can't be reformed so why wait
Coming in the name to proclaim your fame for protection
And you don't know no fuckin' lessons?

[Number two, the snake]

[Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Bad, bad, Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than the deep blue seaaaaa
Badder than you and meeeeee
Niggas coming through the trees like a salamander
Biting like a piranha
But I'm biting you back, like a black panther, the style I'm ampin' the...
Fuck my name, who I be?
Fuck the game, it's all about the money!
Owahhaerahh
Sometimes I get high with the Meth then I turn to the Killah Priest
When it comes 12 o'clock! I turned into the demon beast

Yo, yo fuck that shit!

[Number two, the snake]
YO! SHOW THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WHAT TIME IT IS
[Number two, the snake] Rawwrarrrah
Rahhwarwaahauh, rawwaroar!!
WHO's THE BAD-ASS? *rawharrah*
WHO's THE BAD-ASS?
[Now number two] Rawwwaahrah
[He practiced the snake style
He was known as the snake spirit] YEAHhhhhh

[Verse 5: Buddha Monk]
Lyrics, never waiting, twelve days penetrated
When I come with the roughness, mad niggas try to rush this
Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless
When I try to stay sick, it's Yakub grafted six
Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill
When I drop the greatest skills, brothers say, 'Buddha chill!!'

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I don't need to rhyme no more, niggas know, yo!
To all the Wu-Tang Clan members
The Ghostface Killah, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol' Dirty Bastard
The Method Man, the Chef - Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, U-God
Yo!
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Baby C’mon[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm the god who's the head of the Lords
Dirty Bastard from the Wu-Tang squad
Can I get raw? Yes, I get Dirty to the floor
Rhymes, hitting on your mind, you could never ignore
Hip-Hop to me is like a place to be
My specialty from me to you is MC
Say what you wanna say, baby say
I flip the microphone-ah, any day
I'm mad swift because I got that gift of gab
Niggas get mad, your ass never had
This talent that I got will riz-zock the spot
MCs, 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

[Bridge: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
C'mon, can I get a Wu-Tang
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, it's on your brain

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I get riggy diggy raw when it's time to get
On the dance floor shotgun kill the shit
Blaow, then you won't step to me
Thinking is he really raw as he said he'd be
If I wasn't really raw, standing here on the floor
You'd be like, "Booooo! He ain't hardcore!"
Niggas play like they live but won't survive
Jumpin up and down ticklin that jive when you ticklin gab
I'm an average man, G-O-D fan
Let it be known who's the champ, Wu-Tang Clan!
It's coming through and WU, boy it's bad too!
Throw your hands in the air, if you don't care
WHO, the Ol Dirty Bastard be
Oh me on my, you be hoppin on my shit just like a fly
BZZZZT, all around
The dirtiest stinkin sound down to the ground
What, what, what you wanna do?
What you wanna do when I'm coming for you?
I'm gonna give it to ya, bayyybah, bayybah
Bayybahhhahahahahahahahahahah...
**************************************************
Damage[Intro]
(Say peace) Peace!
Dirty, Ol' Dirty Bastard
(Say it, say it again)
The Genius! Genius (The Genius)
The Genius, the Genius

[Verse: Ol Dirty Bastard & GZA]
I'll grab the mic and I'll damage ya
Crush your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiner
One verse then you're out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount
Wake him up and then ask him why did he attend this
Competition to get ass kickin' so tremendous?
Boy, you know you shouldn't bother this
Leave me alone like the son said, G, or he'll be fatherless!
'Cause I got the Asiatic flow mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Cristo
And MC's start to vanish
I stepped up to a jet black kid, started speakin' Spanish!
Yo, he wasn't from Panama
Asked him how he get so dark, the nigga said "Suntanama!"
He responded so fast, he made me laugh
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH, then I scared-his ass!
Kicked the hundred strongest rhymes
I brought out the punk in him
Caught him with a strong five deadly venom
Told him enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang that'll crush the shit you bring
And watch your ass take a big fall, why?!
My Main Source is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat, man, I play The Riddler
Try to Jew me for a rhyme and I change to Hitler
Go out like a Nazi
You'll be wishin' your fuckin' ass stayed home and played Yahtzee!
Or watchin' Happy Days, sweatin' Potsie
With Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi
Wu, who?! Me gettin' wrecked so I'm through
Like a ten and a half foot gettin' in a seven shoe
Now picture that with a Minolta
Have your ass doin' some Night Fever shit like John Travolta
I come strong, I make knowledge born
I flip the script and rock on from P.M. past the fuckin' Dawn
Pass the Hammer, you're broke down
English grammar, what? What?
Can't understand it? Here's the panorama
A complete view of how I defeat you
Should've stepped to those fuckin' kids who tried to beat you
Yeah, I bust that ass before
You ran to Texas and came back but forgot the chainsaw!
And when I perform a massacre
Better be comin' with some motherfuckin' shit that's spectacular
Crush the personal vendetta, well, you just better
Start steppin' to your raggedy-ass jetta
Put the pedal to the metal
You and your DJ change your name to Ma and Pa Kettle
As I pass the bone, kicks your every measure
It's not a Newport, but it's still live with pleasure
C'mon, don't be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
Rolled up in a Motown Philly
I used to write all the time when I smoked
Grabbed the mic, then I like, kinda went for broke
With visually concepts, strongest rhymes or biceps
Lyrically speakin', three to four rhymes a choke
Uhh, some think they be harmin' this, claimin' they be bombin' this
But they still remains anonymous
I pull strings like Jimi Hendrix
Rhyme on beats that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
I teach the truth to the youth
I say, "Hey youth, here's the truth, better start wearin' bulletproof"
Arm yourself with a shield
'Fore you get trapped up just like the children in the cornfield
**************************************************
Wastin’ Time (No More)[Verse 1]
Please pull the plug if the drugs are winning
Cause the high will keep your world spinning
Wasted time, thought about the high with fam
True the cash was there, and the stash was there
And I thought that Forever that the Wu was there
Wasted time, on hoes, pussy and clothes
I'm the Don of the rose, it's the life I chose
Baby Mamas are the worst, bitches don't even work
Yet the Coach bag matches with your hat and your skirt
So I slept for no reason, disappeared for seasons
Room may be padded, but damn, it's more easy
Beautiful girls tease me, they see the sleaze in me
But I'mma stay Dirty, accept the snake
No more will I waste the cake, no more will I run from Jake
No more will I make mistakes, no more will I waste the time

[Hook]
No more will you spit in my drink, no more will you poison me
I'mma climb real high, feel free with the thug inside
No more will I run and hide, wastin' time
No more will I taste the drugs, no more will I dodge the slugs
I'mma climb real high, feel free with the thug inside
No more will I run and hide, no more will I run and hide
No more will I waste the time

[Verse 2]
I walk on a dirty trail of cash and L's
Red Rose, you get high when I exhale
Jumped bail cause the judge promised my ass jail
West Coast couldn't hide me, the world's an audience
Passed out from the high like Martin Lawrence
Had me in the room next to Sarah Connor's
But my problem's much greater than any Terminator
Not one visit from fam, just letters from fans
Saying "Dirt keep ya head up and fuck getting wet up"
The Roc told me to sign on the dotted line
"Welcome home, Russell Jones, you've been wasting time
Rocked up a little, bling bling a little
Now every roach in the cracks wanna jump in the Ac
Every cat in the front gotta ride in the back
You freaks in the Ford, I ride a Cadillac
You freaks in the Ford, I ride a Cadillac
At last

[Hook]
**************************************************
Hippa to Da Hoppa[Intro]
My beats are slamming

[Verse 1]
My beats are slamming from the rugged programming
My man Bob Marley hey my man I'm jamming
You could never touch the stamina, while I'm ramming the
Hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah
Other MC's got flipped with the ease
Begging me for mercy, stop the music please
No cause I'm a pro, rap to the convo
Make a crowd say ho, at a strip show
Represent, my name is Ason keep calm
Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb
Boom, blowing up niggas better than pulling the trigger
So you betta run for cover
Niggas better loosen they ass, felt the glass
A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo money yo pass
Woooh-woooh-woooh, I sweat it live
Is he gonna live doc?, no the nigga dies
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

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

[Verse 2]
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 ballistic
I get you blurry in your eye with a high note
Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked
The shit I'm dropping is stinking up your area
When I shoot it through like a messenger carrier
I keep my breath smelling like shit so I can get
Funky baby I'm not having it

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

[Outro]
The Hellfire style!
(Sound of dragon breathing fire) Dragon Fist!
(Sound of horse neighing and running.) Horse Fist!
Bastard, I didn't know who you were!
**************************************************
Goin’ Down[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Hell
Remember when we was young
And we used to go
(ahhhhhhhhhh) *repeated*
Ah, Punch Call!
No no, remember when we used to say who could do this the longest
(ahhhhhhhhh) *repeated*
*breaks down*
Ahhhh!!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!
All right, I'm about to put it
Goin down, down

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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

Y'all crazy and shit
I mean y'all get high, and y'all get drunk
And y'all come mouthing around to see Ol' Dirty Bastard Perform
I like your motherfucking style
Yo, I'd like to thank all the DJs across the country for playing my shit, and I'd also like to thank all you underground motherfuckas
For keeping it real
But I'd like to know who's in the motherfucking house
There's Queens in the house, there's uptown in the house
Boogiedown rocks are you in the house, are you in the house?
Brooklyn, you in the house? Stylin Al, are you in the house
To the west coast are you in the house?
To the east coast are you in the house?

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 McGirt...that's my motherfucking name
Love to flirt...that's my motherfucking game
They said "Who wanna be an MC?"
I am the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream's my specialty
See my style, different from yours
Make young bitch wanna drop the drawers

[Interlude: Icelene Jones]
Fuck that bullshit Unique
You my motherfucking husband
I ain't got no motherfucking time for them bitches
You better come home with me
You better bring your motherfucking ass home tonight, motherfucker
I ain't got no motherfucking time for no bitches calling my motherfucking house with that bullshit
You got three fucking babies to take care of
Fuck that shit

[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Matter of fact, I gotta song for you all:
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
WHERE BLUEBIRDS FLY
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
WHY OH WHY

HEAR ME NOW!

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Style funky, you know dat's me
Fear no evilllll 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
**************************************************
Don’t U Know[Intro]
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', yo -- look at his disposition, shorty gotta stride!
Girl 2: What stride? Bummy motherfucker, he ain't shit
Girl 1: See, that's my flavor, rough, you don't know nothin' about that
Girl 2: You got mad sour flavor on girl, cuz that ain't shit at all...
Girl 1: I'm -- yo G, I don't think he really realize. 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 wear glasses so...
Girl 1: Hahaha, True, true. Just look at him, personally-
ODB: (I like that mothafucka!)
Girl 1: Just look at him...Homie's just dispositioned...

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Approach the school nine thirty, you're late
The 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, or students who were clockin' you
Lean back at this girl who kept clockin' you
Stimulated from a sensimilla blunt
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 cold and sore mentally
Visualize the aim on the board
As how to buy pussy you cannot afford
This girl who, was slim and trim
Whispered in her friend’s ear quietly ‘I want HIM!'
I took out my books to write the notes for my class
But I Kept fantasizing my dick in that ass
So I turned around to arrange a date
Swinging episode, baby number one's gotta say it
She popped her gum, cold twist her curl
I said "Baby, how you feel?", She said "Shirl"
Then I said "Shirl", I just found my thrill
Where? In the classroom? No, on Blueberry Hill
But also said, "just bottle your hate"
She put her face on the chest, this is what the bitch said:
"Because of you I ain't hurting, but within my within my heart
Cause no, I'm not right to be flirtin, but our relationship has to start
You're the one that I'm clocking, time for you could stop mockin'
Don't want you to see me cry, this is why, this is why, this is why!"

[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
I met a girl named Chandra, from way down yonder
The apple of my eye had a Snapple and some fries
Forgot the ketchup, that's when I pressed up
"I've been watching you mowing your lawn"
The thoughts were flowin', while I'm holding her palm
"Hey what's that on your menu?", from there we continued
And talk about this and that we chit and chat
Sipped on the Coke then I stroked her back
As she giggled and I wiggled to the bra
She said "nah!", that's when I noticed her Pa
Big Tank, who did nothing but the spank
At parties, drink Bacardi and didn't think
Just act silly, with his brother Willy
Another hillbilly gettin' ill with the Philly
And moonshine, but it's a new time of day
On the stoop doing the Patty Duke
OK, it's like that old flip flaps through the shower caps
The platform shoes to Apple Jacks
Chub chub!!

[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, you niggas, niggas be actin like
They be lovin' them, them them fancy bitches
I, I likes me a nasty bitch
Bitch that's willing to do anything at any given time
Bitch gotta be nasty cuz I'm a nasty nigga
I do anything baby, I wouldn't give a fuck what it was
I'll, ah, anything - I'm a nasty motherfucker girl

[Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm just sittin' right, in my class at a quarter to ten right?
Waiting patiently for the class to begin right?, teacher says
"Open up your texts and read the first paragraph on oral sex!"
I said "Oral sex!, what kind of class is this?!"
The girl next to me said "what's wrong with you miss?
This is a lesson that makes you feel fine
Kinda ease your nerves and relax your mind!"
I said "Don't try to use no hypnotic spell!"
She said "Be my assistant, I'd sure rather tell!"
My knees buckled heart started to drop
My dick grew to a size that my nerves couldn't stop
I tried to run! She yelled out "freeze!"
Pulled down my draws, dropped to her knees
Ripped off my draws as if she had claws
Broke the rules that defined sex laws
She responded quick, with a slick, welcoming kiss and a ice cream lick
Oh, I begged, I begged, "Easy on my balls, they're fragile as eggs."
Part 2 coming up...
**************************************************
Brooklyn Zoo II[Intro]
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 niggas 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 1: 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 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 attend 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 Panama!!
I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said "Suntanama!"
He responded so fast, you made me laugh
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH scared-his ass!
Kick the hundred strongest rhymes
Then I brought out the punk in him
Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms
Told HIM! Enter the Wu-Tang!
Witness the Shaolin slang, that crush any shit you bring
I watch your ass take a big fall, why?!
My Main Source, is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat man, I play the riddler
You try to do me for my nigga I'll change to Hitler
I'll go out like Nazi, wish your fuckin ass stayed
Home and play Yahtzee!
Or watchin Happy Days sweatin Poxie
With Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and Chachi

[Yo Unique, yo kid
Check this shit out! Yo, yo]

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Ninety-five niggas is wasted
Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted
Foamin out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese
Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease
It's not magic, gaming is the gadget
World classic big national high attracts dear graphics
Lampin in my own zone, my physical show
Inhale bones Tony stuck, for the diamond in Rome
He's convincin, labelled one man rap convention
The nigga that'll gun down, eighty frenchmen
Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist
I deal with sharpness plus spark the hardest individual
I plant crimes inside vocals
My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof
Hit the sun roof, be out like a wanderin dream
Shuttle, and get startled off the verbal hygiene, my nigga

[Sample of Damage]
[Sample of Baby C'mon]
[Sample of Brooklyn Zoo]
[Sample of Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie)]
[Sample of The Stomp]

Shame on you when you step through to
Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you when you step through to
Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
What?!! My nuh
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
To the West coast!
To the East coast!
To the North coast
To the South
When you take North, East, West, South
Put it all together and it spell NEWS!
Then you got the ol rhythm, bastard blues
And ya don't stop
So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker!

[Live concert]
Word up, louder
Represent, how do we do?
Please everybody
Yo #1 is the Brooklyn Zoo in the muthafucka house?
Yeah!!
Man, come on man with that bullshit
Is the Brooklyn Zoo in the muthafucka house?
Fuck is goin on, niggas from Brooklyn don’t fuckin scream like that
Niggas don’t yell like that
Muthafuckas is the Brooklyn Zoo in the muthafuckin house?
Shit, is Uptown in the muthafuckin house?
Hehehe, hehehe
Yo, fuck that shit
Is my black niggas and niggarettes in the muthafucka house?
Shit is live here at the Two man
But yo, what I can't understand man, a nigga gotta get drunk
Ol' Dirty I got my Brooklyn Zoo niggas here tonight
YouknowhatI'msayin
These niggas ain’t no muthafucka joke
When Ol' dirty Bastard records
What the fuck is down
Gimme some love nigga
What these niggas?
Yo, check it out, yo
I’m a get busy for y'all niggas and niggaretts tonight
YouknowhatI'msayin, but
A nigga is sober a reason gotta get drunk for
So y'all keep continuin this phat shit
I wanna give nuff respect to everybody that’s comin here doin this shit
YouknowhatI'msayin
Cuz my man, the Bandit over here
He gonna have shit goin for ya
On the real side baby
Niggas gotta go
Keep it real, niggas gonna get drunk, niggas gotta go
Like I can really fuck a nigga up shit
When you drunk, all you can see is fuckin light man
That’s all I know , that’s all i see
Let me move the fuck over here
Yo yo, these niggas straight jacket and shit
I give nuttin' but respect to niggas that got out here man
YouknowhatI'msayin
Niggas comin into this rap game and shit
And muthafuckers actually think this fuckin rap game is a fuckin joke!
Let me explain to yall about how tha fuck rap is
See rap to me, is like my bitch, right, my bitch
She fuckin up a nigga, and I get mad and I wanna kill the bitch and I wanna kill the nigga
See this is how we must step up to the muthafuckin microphone
**************************************************
Cuttin’ Headz[Verse 1: Ol’ Dirty Bastard & RZA]
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, my 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 his heart only pumps Kool-Aid
Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off

[Verse 2: Ol’ Dirty Bastard & RZA]
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 go to work
Trills, watch them scream once I hop on the scene
They 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 hobbyPunch a brother in the face who call me Robbie
I be the RZA, call me that cuz-I
Never liked the name I received from my poppa
Dirty deluxe, yo, I’m huntin’ for ducks
Snatchin’ devils up by the hair, then cut his head off

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard and *RZA*]
Here it is *Where's it at* In the back *Gotta-* x6
Here it is *Where's it at* in the-
**************************************************
Intro[Intro]
Ah-uh, I nev'-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, um, y'all givin' it up for him
That's good, y'all-y'all make me want to cry or somethin'
Alright lad'-ladies and gentleman, tonight is a special night
For one thing let me introduce myself, my name is Mr. Russell Jones
Excuse me for that one, I-I had to let that one loose, well now, ah-ahh
And tonight, you're going to see something that you never seen before
Somethin' that, nobody in the history of rap ever set they self to do
This fuckin' guy, that I speak to you about, is somethin' crazy
He's somethin' insane, he's the greatest performer ever since, uh
What's the guys name? (Ol' Dirty)
Ah, ah, ah James Brown, he's bad, and he's a cool guy
And you'll really need, I mean need to really get to know him
Ladies and gentleman, from all houses, to all towns
From the moons of Pluto, back down to earth
Ladies and gentleman, one more time, give it up for
The Old Dirty Doggy, I mean, the Ol' Dirty Bastard
I love that guy
(Ol' Dirty)

[Interlude]
Yes, how y'all doin' out there?
I wanted y'all to know that tonight is a special night
'Cause I'm happy to be living, you know?
A nigga tried to shoot me down and shit
You know? And, I don't know man, it just feel good to be here man
You know what I'm sayin'?
And I wanna let all y'all know I love you man, I love all y'all
You know, but, what I really came here tonight
For one reason, just 'cause I don't mean to cry, I don't usually cry
Dub you can play that shit man, play it man
'Cause I'm tired of this shit, remember the time I told y'all
When I got burnt, gonorrhea, yeah
Well this bitch, there's a new bitch, goddamnit
Oh, bitch burnt me again with gonorrhea
So I didn't get burnt one time, I got burnt actually two times
If you really look at it
Yeah, I love the girl but I had to cut the bitch off
Yeah the bitch died, I killed the bitch
She suffered a long pain
But she had to go, bitch had to go
I-I knew the bitch for ten minutes of my life
But the pussy was good, yeah the pussy was good, oh shit, the pussy's good
I just want you to know girl
That I dedicated, this song, well this song really was written by Blowfly
And I want all y'all to hear this shit
It's just a poem that I writ for you girl
Just let me get my shit together
The first time, ever you sucked my dick, uh-ah
Thank you, thank you
I felt, the earth tremble under my balls
Somethin' shot out of me real fast
First time
Nah I'm just kidding with y'all
How y'all feelin'? Listen to the album 'cause it's bangin'

[Outro]
We have only thirty-five chambers, there is no thirty-six
I know that, but, I want to create a new chamber
Oh? And what would that be?
**************************************************
The Stomp[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Sing the song, sing along with me
Sing the song, sing the song with me

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Lelele lady, 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  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: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town
And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound
If you wanna jump 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
Fuck with the WU-Tanger, ill bang 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] Raekwon
The stomp is down [Stomp]
Get down for your crown [Stomp]
Stomp [Stomp]

[Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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] About any nigga or niggerette
Get burned to the ground, feel like a cigarette
Straight up and down, I get dirty to the ground
Rhymin gets me paid mad bread by the pound
Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all
Go by the name "Big A", from the shelter
**************************************************
Harlem World[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard, Shorty Shit Stain, and others]
(the first line originally ended "Dirty Dancin" on Jerky Boys sountrack)
Shit that makes me high
[One two, one two]
Yo, we gonna bring it back, to Harlem World
Motherfuckin' jocks (British Knights)
Yo I remember when niggas was walking down the street
On Farmers, motherfuckers was wearin goose goose
Motherfuckers walking around with Brogans
(I was wearing 'em)
I'm sayin though
[One two, one two]
A gold tooth that was never shined
I'm sayin though
See cause tonight, is the night of all nights
Most people gather around
To hear the show, that is comin through your town
(I was playin' em)
See my name [what what?]
Is somethin, that you won't know
Unless you're dowwwwwwwwn, with the Brooklyn Zoo
(I was wearing 'em)
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 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I remember (dnnah-dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)
Not too long ago (dnnah-dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)
I went to a city (dnnah-dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)
And I saw a Wu-Tang show (dnnah-dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)
Now I always wanted (dnnah-dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)
To get, with, the band (dnnah-dah, dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)
But niggas 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 the TDK...
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 about
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 (Dweller)
Chud broke loose from the god damn (Cellar)
Dope-fiend addict why you walk with
Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome
When the MCs came, to live out their name
Most rocked rhymes that was all the...
When I elevated, and mastered the time
You was stimulated from the high post
You got shot cause you knew you were rocked

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
You're not the king of the diss
Youse a queen of a bitch
You're like a homosexual
Your ass always switch
Niggas wake up in the morning
Your ugly-ass guise
Got slob around your mouth
Green cold 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 fart them shits (whistle)
YOU DUCKIN SUCKIN MOTHERFUCKIN COLD-HEARTED FAGGOT
Sperm germ slimy worm DISINTEGRATED MAGGOT
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
Blame it 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 a 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
Nothin to GAIN, 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 they push and 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 niggas 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 Dore, Dore, Dore
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
For the niggas 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 MCs
**************************************************
You Don’t Want to Fuck With Me[Intro]
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 counter 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, DA, 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]
You don't want, you don't want fuck with me
'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty
You don't want, you don't want fuck with me
'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty

[Verse 2]
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 the ambulance on a nigga
Mac truck, 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 rap drought
I never get tired, I ain't in your drama quote
Suck my dick! Yeah that horror flick!

[Chorus]
You don't want, you don't want fuck with me
'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty
You don't want, you don't want fuck with me
'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty
You don't want, you don't want fuck with me
'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty
You don't want, you don't want fuck with me
'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty
You don't want, you don't want fuck with me
'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty
(To the ugly girls, throw your hands in the fuckin' air!)
You don't want, you don't want fuck with me
'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty
(To the ugly bitches, wave 'em like you just don't care!)

[Verse 3]
Yo, I'm the cunt, breast, asshole eater
And if you let me physically eat it, it only get (burps)
Yo, don't race, you will lose!
I'm stronger than booze! Don't eat the food!
AAAAHH! If you really want to cum
The cocaine get your pussy numb
YO! FUCK Y'ALL! EVERYBODY!

[Chorus]
You don't want, you don't want fuck with me
'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty
You don't want, you don't want fuck with me
'Cause my name is Ol' Dirty
You don't want, you don't want fuck with me
Don't ever look at my name as bad
**************************************************
Dirty Dancin’(Ol' Dirty Bastard is doing a Martin Lawrence comedy skit from You So Crazy)
(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 1]
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 democratic
No static, topic, I'm Asiatic
See, I'm Unique, never... blarhalal...

[Verse 2: 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 be stained with the madness
It's the Meth-Tical with the Bastard
MZA MZA my name is the Ol Dirty Bas
My gammmmme, to kick your ass
Dnnah duh dnnh dnnh duh duh!
Dnnah dnh duh duh duh dahhhhhh!
Flip and relax, take an Ex-Lax, I'm shittin
On the industry that was frontin now they missin
What everybody else is gettin
Cuz they wasn't representin the real...
...appeal, like me and, old time
When it comes to the microphone who killed the swine?
Be the original G
Do the rhymin on time and in the place to be

[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard, Method Man]
You are now in my trance
You are getting sleeeeeepyyyyyy
You are now getting sleeeepyyyyy
And sleeeeppieeerrrrr
And sleepy, and sleepy

[Verse 3: Method Man]
This one here's for my people, my people
Enter the 36 chambers, the sequel
Part two, for me and the cipher troop
With the Teflon lyrics that you can't get through
With the twenty-two automatic rap you pack, what?
You ain't hittin with that wack shit you kickin
Straight from the beginning, of the game
All the way to the ninth inning, I bring the pain
Dark like the midnight train on the track by the RZA
Diesel like Arnold Schwarzanegger

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
The hardware, choose the hardware
Ask you a question, test the Ason
Extra extra, read the drama and thennn another one
Which you intrigue, do your rap fatigue in the...
Ohhhh....
Here I go, aauhhh
Yeahhh...
(shit that makes me high)
**************************************************
Nigga Please[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I ain't no nigga
My words can't be held against me
I'm not caught up in your law

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
All music must obey me
All pain must obey me
I cripple my enemies
Got the gift of vocabulary
I can talk my way up out of anything
Nobody's words can go against me
I'm stingy, I want all that energy
Osirus, the best nigga in the place to be
I two hundred hot degree
Burning ya til you faint y'all
Y'all niggas shooting blanks y'all
I'm fucking my vest, drive an armored tank y'all
I dead niggas like a dog buries a bone
You could never set me up I raise the pain volume
Nominate me, as presidential MC
My career so intelligent unique physique
A nigga please!

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA]
You could never fuck with the dog
A nigga please!
Nigga I will bury ya bone
A nigga please!
I'm the one who burned ya home
A nigga please!
Watch your shit fall like Rome

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
What, nigga I'm immune to all viruses
I get the cocaine it cleans out my sinuses
Just for slinging *nuh* I get a quarter a mil
I'll have it raining ice drops the size of automobiles
Kill all the government microchips in my body
I'm the paranoid nigga at your party
I kill all my enemies at birth!
Shut the fuck up!
Bitch and let me stick my hands up your skirt
Nigga please!

[Chorus]

[Break: Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA)] (x5)
Nigga please!
You could never fuck with the dog

[Outro RZA]
Straight up! ODB type shit
Y'all watch out for the Abbott and Crazy Monk
Coming soon
Splashed y'all with the organic hip-hop spazzola type
Naw mean, Straight up!
For born-born and on
**************************************************
Intoxicated[Hook: Macy Gray]
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's yours and mine
Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Yo, I sat around the illest villains
Campaignin' while we all G off
Automatic mayors, now we ain't playin'
Wolves start scheemin', violate me in the rain
Get more respect, rob Marvin Gaye on 'em
Gold, black, beige on 'em, heavy gauge
Gettin' blazed, all that money, but he ain't even shaved
This a new flavor, bigger vets, bigger begets
Bigger papes, god damn it, nigga got saved
Three or more, two thousand four Blazers
Lookin' good, it's all hood, just analyze amazed
Peace, let's mozy and swaze', y'all
Then count real bank and thank 'em, hit me on the page, what

[Hook: Macy Gray]
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's yours and mine
Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Yo, I was born on the same day as Dr. Seuss
Plenty of friends, henny and gin, who got the juice?
Let's get drunk, in this motherfucker, let's get pumped
I need that funk, like I ain't took a bath in a month
You can find me where the thugs be at, club be at
A fact, I love women, cuz they love me back
The name's Johnny, they used to call me sucker for love
But now I'm grimey, cops searchin' motherfuckers for drugs
Give me that bud, that come in nickels, dimes and dubs
At four twenty, when niggas knew what time it was
A shot of Remy, in my system, I'm buzzed
Then baby, I ain't just a little off, I'm unplugged
Haha, you know I, crack myself up, sometimes with no excuses
Like every nigga that done time, I didn't do it
Meth the Magnificent, not Jeff
I see the game done gone impotent, soft and suspect

[Hook: Macy Gray]
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's yours and mine
Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine

[Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, silence on Smith with six shots, lick shots
Leave ya head like a Shaolin monk with six dots
Hindu kush, twistin' a Sweet Swisher
In search for Bobby the Digital, bitch, not Bobby Fisher
Head full, with a Grey Goose and Redbull
I came for, a beer, weed, plus a bed full
Of dimepiece, model type bitches, who mind they own business
Blow my dick, like birthday cake wishes
My warrior's scornful, hard to respond to
Dirt McGirt, be sailin' boat and in Honolulu
Brooklyn Zu, wild like Shaka Zulu
Brooklyn Zu, shots will go right through you
Touch me in Cali, or the streets of Maui
In the two thousand six pitch black Audi
Drivin' by bitches, I'm like howdy
Doody, to you some beauty bitches crowd me

[Hook: Macy Gray]
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's yours and mine
Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's yours and mine
Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine
**************************************************
Pop Shots[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"

[Hook 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 county, with like 3 or 4 charges
Young when started, but I had a talent
To get this package up, 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...."

[Hook 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 ain't feelin' 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"

[Hook 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"

[Hook to fade w/ more samples cut]
**************************************************
I Can’t Wait[Intro]
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

[Chorus] (x4)
Big Baby Jesus I can't wait
Nigga fuck that! I can't wait!

[Verse 1]
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 own island
Make it rain, hail, storm and earthquake
UHHHH! That's what I'm saving!
Play that music in your trunk
The cocaine amplifies my funk
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)

[Chorus] (x4)
Big Baby Jesus I can't wait
Nigga fuck that! I can't wait!

[Verse 2]
AIDS, chickenpox, flu, and night fever
Cancer, herpes, mumps, and seizures
Diabetes, TB if you're 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

[Chorus] (x3)
Big Baby Jesus I can't wait
Nigga fuck that! I can't wait!

[Break]
Hold on Hold on Hold on
HAHAHAHAH

[Verse 3]
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
Stink up the room
Motherfucker you knew!
Fucking with the doo
Dirt Dog don't mean to be rude

[Chorus] (x8)
Big Baby Jesus I can't wait
Nigga fuck that! I can't wait!

[Outro]
I want to give a shoutout to FunkMaster Flex
And all the DJs across the world
I want to give a shoutout to my nigga Luke
I want to give a shoutout to my nigga Suge Knight
To my nigga Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg
I want to give a shoutout to um,um, what's them niggas, Outkast
I want to give a shoutout to them crazy niggas
In parts of the world that I never been too
I want to give a shoutout to the Eskimos
I want to give a shoutout to the submarines
I want to give a shoutout to the army, air force, navy marines
Know what I'm saying? Y'all playing my music
In the submarines and the boats
Play that shit know what I'm saying?
It's called traveling music busting ya ass style
Yo Big Baby Jesus, know what I'm saying it's one love
I give a shout out to all the women
I give a shout out to all the babies
All the munchkins
All across the world playin' hopskotch
I want to give a shoutout to all the school teachers
I give a shout out to um, um, myself

[Chorus] (x3)
Big Baby Jesus I can't wait
Nigga fuck that! I can't wait!

[Outro]
Big Baby Jesus
I give a shout out to the Wu-Tang, Tang, Tang, Tang...
The Brooklyn Zoo
**************************************************
Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie)[Intro]
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
Yeah, ayy, yeah-ahh
C'mon, c'mon
Ahh-hyah!
I want all y'all people to feel what I feel
See, my momma taught me this shit!
And my daddy learned from my momma
Which is good! Which is good-ahh!

[Verse]
Sweet sugar pie, oh I wish you were mine
Lookin' so good, like you know you should, yeah
And I- ayy, yeah, love you down, down baby
Oh my girlie, sweet my honey
You look so good to me
Love you down, all night long
Yeah, yeah, ahh!
Yeah, all night long
Yeah, yeah, ahh, 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
Yeah, yeah, ahh!

[Hook]
Do you love me? Do you love me like this?
(Do you love this, girl?) I know you love me
I love you too!
Ahh, ha, ha!
(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

[Outro]
Yeah, all night long
Yeah, yeah, ahh!
Ahh, ha, ha, yeah
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)
No! I'm the baddest, hip-hop man, across the world!
I don't care, what you care, I just give, what you receive!
**************************************************
Recognize[Intro 1: Chris Rock]
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

[Intro 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
All y'all niggas talkin bout commercial song
This ain't no commercial song
Straight up, nigga, what?

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard (The Neptunes)]
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
All y'all niggas lovin me
(Mister courageous O.D.B
You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize)

[Chorus: 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)

[Verse 1: 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
Cause cold Lucky knockin at your door
I dedicate that to your source
Cause this (Nigga please) is dirty and it's stinkin
Funkier than (Peppi Le Pew, so I was thinkin)
I drop you mothafuckin niggas on the (weekend)
(Lettin you know that) bitch nigga don't start
You thought that I was weak? Huh, let me speak
My rhymes come funkier than your grandfather's feet
So listen mister, don't you ever forget
Rhyme dirty, you couldn't even clean it with Comet
Or even Worex, some tried Ajax
Only mix wit, the back get this track

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard (The Neptunes)]
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
All y'all niggas lovin me
Mister courageous O.D.B
You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
You need to recognize, niggas need to recognize
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Zu Keeper)]
Sweet girl, sweet girl
Each and every day-a, each and every way-a
See you niggas, most of your strayers
Stray off from a thing, civilization-a
Don't understand the true nation-a
It go back like coal ovens and ice boxes
(Murder Avenue L trains, Broadway blackouts
Brooklyn Zu keep history, fam shake the trends
Five years of workin bodies
Voice box hits the shotty
I move in parties, stickin hotties
And all you fake mob Gotti's, I push your skirt up
My shit's so bad I wipe my ass with a burner)
Picking up the pieces!!

[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard (The Neptunes)]
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
All y'all niggas lovin me
(Mister courageous O.D.B
You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
You niggas need to recognize, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
All y'all niggas lovin me
(Mister courageous O.D.B
You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
Bitches and niggas'll recognize
Look, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
**************************************************
Pop Shit[Intro: ODB]
1-2, 1-2, 1-2 (guess who's home?)
Yeah mothafucker, you know who it is
Ol' Dirty Bastard a.k.a. Dirt McGirt
Killin' anything that moves {x2}
You know what time it is
Neptunes mothafucker.. The Neptunes
Yo 1-2, 1-2 (yeah this shit don't stop!)

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Plug it up, cocaine make ya speakers blow
Party amps gettin' sniffed up now wit it too
When there's somethin' in my camp, a wireless amp
High as a ramp, speak to Wu like stamp
The wet got me damp, pussy darker than lamp
Moses you don't wanna 'ttempt, I see all fans
I'm too drunk too, now you like "Move!"
Coked out in Peru, in hair/here like shampoo
Small like snubs, camera to you scrubs
Kinda like stubs, confidential at the club
Sniff buds like Rule, I fast Ghost like Wu
Get cream like tube, burn ya fast food
Appeared in rude, we'll take ya panties off nude
Yes and renewed, big guns and clued
Bitch I'm loose like Lugz, Dirty to the litter bug
Girls you like hugs? I don't like thugs

[Hook: Pharrell (ODB)]
Pop shit, bitch what's wrong?
Pop shit, nigga what's wrong?
(Take my drink it's about to get..) OOH!
(Take my drink it's about to get..) OOH!
(Me and my niggas about to get...) SUED!
(Me and my niggas about to stop..) YOU!

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Aiyo all this shit is from the ghetto
Smoke Palmetto, sing like Peno
Carry the Heathrows, scared of police though
They tried to kill O. in prison yo!
Had me turned out, drunk is all about
I got this money pourin' out the stout
I'm a loud mouth, drunk party is out
Play this music on every route
Follow Dirty, I'm the WhiteOut
Catch bitches like trout, get drunk, won't stop
I'm gettin' this money, called gettin' honey
Streets of Brooklyn and ain't a damn thing funny
Have a day sunny, bitches put me in ya tummy
I'm the nigga on the cross burnin' about 20
Go me a bunny lookin' good and funny
All you niggas, is straight crash dummies

[Hook]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I was checkin' out my melody before The Blueprint
Felony, a nuisance, huggin' me and my two cents
Don't double the six takes, never did a mixtape
But rather a chick take but waste any weather we get cake
I let rats have it, fuck these rap faggots!
Everybody want the kid dead like Pat Garrett
I'm a goon, speak with a mellow tone
Rock yellow stones, gun longer than a broom!
Cuz felon on the ride is long due and soon
Out again like boom, government comin' soon
Anything less is uncivilized like a case mack
I'm a shooter used to stay jack, cooler than a Maybach
Arubu known to collect, twistin' up that haze black
And Backwood on that, good rap, I stay strapped
P.P., don't carry that weight
Nigga redhead, fuck with chicks if their head straight

[Hook]

[Outro: ODB]
Yeah you know what time it is
It's that new shit
Dirt McGirt, Neptunes
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Rollin Wit YouYou 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, you betta be happy the Ol' Dirty Bastard is here
Your betta be happy I'm here
To beat the shit out of all you faggot punk ass motherfuckers
Bitch ass niggas!

I shut the fuckin' whole 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 ho
I'll stop your whole flow, all you bitches roll
With me from the ghetto
You want me to control
This fuckin' show
Give Ol' Dirty what he want and mo!
Time stops you'll go
Mafia slow!
Time'll stop you'll go
Mafia! Pay me all my motherfucking money
Or I'mma slow down your dough!

(Chorus)
Jesus I'm rollin with you(x4)

You'll all be in danger
You'll have a sex changer
I'm gettin more anger call me Dr. Stranger
I master the demon demonic toys
Sting you with the venom kill your joy!
Bitches throw hands in the air like to be sodomized
That's what I'm here for!
That's what I'm all about!
I get girls in the mood to wanna get physically fucked from me
Oh big baby!
Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa
I control Michael Jackson's Thriller
Catch him and ruuhhahaha
Fuck with the guys that'll make you shrug
I'm the only original
Fuck you chump!
Shut the fuck up!

Yo did you understand that?

Chorus
**************************************************
I Want PussyStink hoes (repeat 6X)

I want pussy for free, I want pussy for free
You can not have my money
I want pussy for free, look, I want pussy for free
I want pussy for free, I want pussy for free (for freeeeeeeee)

I ain't givin none of y'all girls money shit fuck y'all
Love ya but fuck ya let bounce this ball
Screwface you bitches, voodoo on y'all
He won’t slip, won’t trip, won’t ever fall
Bitch, you obey me, you better not betray me
Be calling no cop saying “this is his baby!”

Pussy for free, baby, I don't want none of yall havin my money
I want pussy

Yeah my momma can not protect y'all
Yeah my momma can not protect y'all
Yeah my momma can not protect y'all
Right, Right
Yeah my momma can not protect y'all
Yeah my momma can not protect y'all
Right Right
Yeah my momma can not protect y'all
My momma can not protect y'all
My momma can not protect y'all
My momma can not protect y'all
Bitch and I ain't gonna protect y'all bitch
Alright? Yeah
**************************************************
Shimmy Shimmy Ya (Extended Version; 2020 Remaster)[Intro]
"Aw, I don't want to fuck, you can't even sing"
You had to sing, or something, to get some pussy
(I like the way you talk)

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw (Yeah)
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem (That shit is banging, that shit is banging)

[Verse 1]
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Give me 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 Killa Bees on the swarm
Rain on your college-ass disco dorm
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill now (That shit is banging)
Chop that down, pass it all around
Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground
For any MC in any fifty-two states
I get psycho killer, Norman Bates
My producer slam, my flow is like bam
Jump on stage and then I dip down (That shit is banging)
(I like the way you talk)

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem

[Backwards verse incorporating part of Verse Two]

[Verse 2]
See, when a nigga say that he likes it raw
Keeping it dirty, down to the floor
See, my name is the ODB
And I'll beat your ass
For the ladies who know me, tell them who the fuck I be
For the niggas who know me, tell them who the fuck I be
Huh, my style comes down on y'all like rock (Sitting on the dock of the bay)
By the dock
Come by the flock (But don't go)
By the brick, by the block
Got East coast locked down, padlock
My Zu niggas be all O-ed down by the flock

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem

[Verse 3]
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Give me 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 Killa Bees on the swarm
Rain on your college-ass disco dorm
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill now
Chop that down, pass it all around
Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground
For any MC in any fifty-two states
I get psycho killer, Norman Bates
My producer slam, my flow is like bam
Jump on stage and then I dip down

[Interlude]
Yo, y'all know the lyrics
Come on, sing with me

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shimmy shimmy ya, yeah)
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shi-shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay)
Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem
Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay)
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shi-shimmy, shi-shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay)
Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem (Shi-shimmy, shi-shi—)
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Give me the mic so I can take it away
Shimmy shimmy ya

[Outro]
"Aw, I don't want to fuck, you can't even sing"
You had to sing, or something, to get some pussy
(I like the way you talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk)
**************************************************
All in Together Now[Hook]
Yeah youknowhatI'msayin
It's all I'm saying
Knahmsayin, yo I'mma tell all y'all motherfuckers something
Knahmsayin, I'm a Dalmation knahmsayin
Motherfucker I'm white and I'm black what
You can't understand it then fuck you, knahmsayin
I love this, motherfucker I need this
We work from hand to hand, from country to town
From city to state, from world to world nigga
From universe to universe
It's a white and black thing, all the world leaders
It's all, and together, I said peace, and love, from happiness
You understand me
??, turn me up
Ah turn me up (x7)
White girls shake your ass
Black girls shake your ass
Everybody shake your ass
C'mon shake your ass

Turn me up motherfuckers getting hot in here
Niggas all getting hot in here
Everybody getting hot in here
Whiteys getting hot in here
Blackies getting hot in here
Somebody getting hot in here
Everybody getting hot in here
Red people getting hot in here
Yellow people getting hot in here
Blue people getting hot in here
Aliens gettin hot in here
Somebody gettin hot in here
White people getting hot in here
Black people getting hot in here
Everybody gettin hot in here

The chamber of this banger, is 36th chamber
Understand Equality Slang, that of Allah's name
Played the rabbit, like you dead
Mork from Ork, first take support see me in The Source
Yo I take the eighty-five percent brain
Cause Black makes what makes rain
Dirty brain is like payday to me
GOD unique baby
Who's the Five Percent of the planet Earth
Tell em Poppa Wu, well it sure ain't Poppa Smurf
Got to check your blood, take you to church
Ministers down with the nerds
Ever since birth
White man always trying to take the Black man's turf
Black man built America
I named you after Asia, you ain't my Momma
Now her name is Erika, Bo Derek-ah
What, you like that slave name
It wasn't 'posed to sound better
New Wu order, New Rule order
For all the maniacs in jail read this letter
Be behind me when I'm making this cheddar
Cause I'mma make it more better for our babies
Cause they play in the same schoolyards everyday
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

You've, got, that WHITE WHITE WHITE WHITE
White man clock on your wall
I'm tired of gettin up goin to work
For that white, white, white, white man y'all
I's got a bad boss
These thoughts was fucking Diana Ross
I ain't no ??, making this money
Nuh, show yourself
Whitey come on, get the money
My Father Allah walk with Gods
Just like the dollar bill walk with God We Trust
And I walk this dog, two-thousand two-hundred miles for you
What, let the ?? know it's done
Hey blackie, yo whitey
It's all, all, all in together now
We getting paid getting dressed for the weather now
All, all, all in together now
We getting paid gettin dressed for the weather now
All, all in together now
Getting paid getting dressed for the weather now
All in together now
We're getting paid getting dressed for the weather now, peace

It's all in together now
New World Order baby, knahmsayin
Y'all recognize it's together
You understand me, it's the Dirt Dog speaking
My word is bond and my bond is life
It's all in together now my niggas and my niggarettes
My peoples don't worry about it
It's all slang from the same gang
I'm black out, and I'm black in
I'm white out, and I'm white in, so what
**************************************************
Dirt Dog[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
C'mon, fuck that shit
{*panting hard seven times*}
Yo bitches out there, a-throw your hands in the air
To my niggas out there (out there)
Throw your guns in the air (one two three)
Let me hear you go - Dirt, Doooooooog!
Dirt, Doooooooog!
Let me hear you go - Dirt, Doooooooog!
Dirt, Doooooooog!
(Ahhhhh) Let me hear you go..
NO!

Never been branded, no dough shorthanded
This is why the Dirt Dog landed
And I expanded - from the help of the RZA
Shit that NUH commanded
I'm a project ho, LOVE project ho
Nigguh get BUST, at the front door
(I do) I don't don't don't, I don't don't
I don't got no love for the pro, the prostitute pro
The Brooklyn Zu know, I be like Old Joe
*pbbbbbbbbbbt* See me at the cocaine sto'
Coppin a.. eh ehh ehh.. and coppin mo'
See I'm a real nigga, give a bitch a car
Bitch want a Jeep, give a bitch a star
Bitch wanna sleep, number one..
.. umm, number one, I live in my momma house
Number one, I live in my momma house
This a Ol' Dirty Bastard production, let off SHOTS!
Be hot like I fart from a bitch's twat
I'm just a small boy, well known like Elroy
Well employed
Chest built up like steroids, electra master
Puppeteer motherfuckers
You can't control the black man's God!!!
Bluh bluh bluh bluh bluh, bluh, Bed-Stuy
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-Dirtiest place to be
You white Flintstone, bitch
You stickin your dick in my gravel pit
Journey to the center of the Earth
The white woman tryin to slide up in
I'm the Granddaddy Man from the Senegal clan
Got the bite of a pit, keep your afro simmerin
Nigga GUARD YOUR GROUND!
(GUARD YOUR GROUND!)

Ah-throw your hands in the air
To my niggas out there, throw ya guns in the air
Let me hear you go Dirt, Doooooooog!
Dirt, Doooooooog!
Let me hear you go Dirt, Doooooooog!
Dirt, Doooooooog!
Let me hear you go Dirt, Doooooooog!
Dirt, Doooooooog!
Let me hear you go Dirt, Doooooooog!
Dirt, Doooooooog!
Let me hear you go Dirt, Dirt Doooooooog!
(I feel you penetrating through my body)
Dirt, Dirt Doooooooog!
Dirt, Doooooooog!
Dirt, Doooooooog!
Let me hear you go Dirt, Doooooooog!
Dirt, Doooooooog!
Let me hear you go..

{*some woman humming la lahhh lahh.. *}

(Oh baby I like it raw..
Yeah baby I like it RAW..)
**************************************************
Good Morning Heartache[ODB]
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

[Lil' Mo]
Whoahhhh-woaAHH-woahhoahhohhh

[ODB] Ah zooby dooby dooby
[Lil] Whoahhoooooohwhoahhhooooooh
[ODB] 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
(Here we go, here we go, here we go again)
Good morning heartache, oahahhh.. let's go
[Good morning heartache] Good mornin heartache babe
[You're the one, who knew me when..]
(Yes I might as well get used to you)
(Hangin around) Oahhhhhohhh
[Good morning heartache] acheeeeeeeee
[I see you're back in town] towwwwwwwwwn
Oahh *cough cough cough*
(Good morning heartache..)
*cough cough, cough*
[Why don't you just, sit on down]
Hold up
WHYYYYYYY DON'T YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
[SIT DOWWWOWWWWOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWN!]
**************************************************
Thirsty[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

[Hook: 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, 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 Loco 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 joint, with the thirsty love guzzler
From the darkside, baby, don't be afraid
You can't fight the thirst, nor escape the Blade
I've been scoping ya, hoping you be open to
Take a sip, of the potion cause it's overdue
It's not your ordinary, it's a special brew
In the heat of the night, I will rescue you

[Hook]

[Interlude: Blade: Trinity sample]
Allow me a parting gift, to remember this
Sooner, no later, the thirst, always drink

[Outro: Black Keith]
Yeah, yeah, and I'm back, and I'm back again
Live, live.... back again
**************************************************
Dirty Dirty[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

[Hook 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 ho
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 me 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 macho
You hot as gazpacho
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 ho, look more cuter
Hennessey shots, or 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 a daughter
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

[Hook 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....
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Cold Blooded[Intro]
Y'all no nothing 'bout the pimp game
I wanna thank Rick James for letting me do this song, thank you very much

[Verse 1]
Who are you? Girl, who do you belong to?
My point of view is: girl, I think you're hot
If we talk, what words will I describe?
There's no dictionary book to explain how you look
Cause I think you're hot (Sexy, sexy, sexy)

[Hook]
Cold blooded!
Girl, I think you're hot! (Sexy, sexy, sexy)
Cold blooded!

[Verse 2]
Who are you? Girl, what's your name and number?
Is it true? Girl, you think I'm hot
If we tried to get to know each other
You might find, you couldn't trade me for another
Cause I think you're so (Sexy, sexy, sexy)

[Hook]
Cold blooded!
Girl, I think you're hot! (Sexy, sexy, sexy)
Cold blooded!

[Verse 3]
Sweetheart baby, touch me, girl, where I wanna be touched
Don't ever complain, got ya in a cobra clutch
Love me tender, love me sweet
I wanna bust this nut in a Super Freak
Oh, you're a Super Freak, fuck me anywhere
You ain't scared to ever do a do or dare
I wanna undress you, hold your loosie tight
And I won't cum all night!

[Hook]
Cold blooded!
Cause I think you're hot! (Sexy, sexy, sexy)
Cold blooded, yeah!
Cause I think you're hot! (Sexy, sexy, sexy)
Cold blooded, baby!
Cause I think you're hot! (Woo!)
Cold blooded!
Cause I think you're hot! (Sexy, sexy, sexy)
(Sexy, sexy, sexy)
Ooh, baby!
Ooh, aww!
Ooh, baby!
Cold blooded!
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ODB ’98 Grammy Interruption"Please calm down, the music & everything, everything
(?) I went and bought me an outfit today that costed a lot of money, today
You know what I mean, because I figured that Wu-Tang was gonna win
I don't know how y'all see it, but when it comes to the children, Wu-Tang is for the children, we teach the children
You know what I mean, Puffy is good but WU-TANG IS THE BEST!
Okay, I want y'all to know that this is ODB and I LOVE YOU ALL, Peace!"

-Ol' Dirty Bastard's Classic 1998 Grammy Cameo (R.I.P.)
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Back in the Air[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
We used to sleep in the staircase, smoke weed in the staircase
Friday night got drunk, used to pee in the staircase
Hopin' a cop might slip, I'm never known to drop the clip
You copped the Fifth, nigga, I'll pop the fifth
I show no mercy, dunk like a bar of Hershey
Call my gun, Lil' Seymour, bitch, or Big Percy
A Dapper Dan fan, who will clap a man
For five grand of small bills, wrapped in a rubberband
Then lay up in a fat pair of titties, my bitch is so saditty
This is Dirt McGirt, ho, not P. Diddy
All we got in common is the money, the only thing I want is the money
You see my face on the wall of every precinct
Bitches keep your pussy decent, I'm juvenile delinquent
For guns that I creep with, they whisper, in secret
Only bitch that peepin', is the one that I sleep with, nih-huh!

[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Alotta niggas wanna dust me off
Bad bitches wanna suck me off
Rockafella dropped a million here
And Dirt McGirt back in the air
All my gangstas, where ya at?
Throw your guns up and make them clap
Tell me now, muthafuckas, you strapped?
And bitch betta have my money

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, the bitch better have your money and mine
Cuz if she don't, we both gon' double team that bitch from behind
And for them niggas outside screamin' that
'Somebody gotta die' shit, same dudes on the cop's dick
This is Tone, y'all niggas be frontin'
And most of y'all niggas don't got no guns
Borrowed your man's shit, how's that for a bum?
Dum-dums emptied out of pun son, so see man, see Ach' run
See spots over my Reebok's, cuz he got done
Cheap shots fell out his weak Glock and he got stung
My cheap gun is a gangsta's protein
Treat bitches with the utmost respect, like get 'em wetted
Tellin' to, drink the milk, boo, don't even wet it
This is Starky, I got a foot fetish, loot fetish
With the dust-head men, we got good credit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Notorious Glock buster, cap peelin', block hustler
Who slap hoes, who lack feelings
Black building, crack dealing, black villain
Had a taste for blood spillin', love stealin'
Any thing that twinkle bright to my eye sight
Many nights I used to stay up, at the twilight
And wonder to myself, if's there's a Heaven or Hell
Been alone in these streets, since eleven or twelve
On my own, I run buckwild in the West
A knucklehead nigga, used to sleep in my vest
Had no home, my Moms used to show me no lovin'
Burn the crib down, try'nna dry my shirt with the oven
Now I'm exiled, destined for penal
Hyperactive off the cocaine, got me senile
Back on the block, knowledge to build, knowledge to kill
Intent to put a dent in your grill with the steel

[Hook]
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Cracker Jack"C'mon baby, c'mon c'mon baby" repeats
In background all throughout the song

"You bitches can't do nothin" repeats
In background through intro

[Intro: ODB]
It's Ol' Dirty Bastard and shit, know'm sayin?
I wanna give a big shout out to my nigga Lou
KnowI'msayin? You know, you know, know
I wanna lock all the bitches down
I wanna lock all the bitches down from the North
To East, to West, to South
KnowI'msayin?
I wanna.. help me put these bitches in my trance
I want y'all to suck my lizard
You bitches wanna fuck me when you smell my under-arms

[ODB]
I'll make yo' dick disappear
I ain't hearin' anymore weird sounds in the air
PSSSSSSS... you can't purr no more
You wanna kneel and suck dick? I'mma keep your throat sore
Bitch you got herpes in ya ass
Every time you fuck a nigga, he dies fast
And you won't last
The pussy break down from a rash
It's hard for you to walk, cuz you stuck up in your ass
Don't ask me for no cash
You better not be tellin' me to give them no cash
Ash, bash, crash, sad ass

[Hook: ODB]
Give me a little of that Cracker Jack
You ain't caramel coated Cracker Jack
Well surprise, bitch you gonna get waxed
That's that shit, you can't do nothin' about

[ODB]
Girls ain't pretty to me anymore
Cuz you ain't bein a real whore
Ooh, you ain't a real whore
*I'm gettin' hot and touchin' myself!*
You can't say, wear nails anymore
You ain't givin a, manicure
Suckin' my dick is gonna be your cure
If you don't, your punishment
You can't get off until you suck my dick
Physically I operate your brain to function
Give me anything, that I want and
ALL GIRLS WANNA FUCK ME EVERYDAY
And give me that, the money
Don't even know it happens naturally
Especially when I'm playin with the chemistry
THE MONEY COMIN TO ME FIRST
You gonna keep dyin til you die from thirst
I WANT A DIFFERENT GIRL EVERYDAY
If you wanna die, you gotta drink my sperm
The other way to die, is eat a can of worms

Chorus 3X

[Outro: ODB]
Give me a little...
Yo, I love you girls cuz you wanna stick your tongue up in my ass
Or you can't taste, smell, touch or hear, or see
I got you in a smash, give me it!

[Instrumental for next 58 seconds]
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Taking a Shit[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
This is the cleanest bathroom I've ever seen
I'mma sit my shit down
Uhh, ahhh, ahhh, oh shit *fart* uhh hold on, I'm good
Take my shit, now, boy
Nigga gotta shit! Nigga gotta shit!
Ain't nothing wrong!
What? What, wash the toilet bowl?
That look clean to me
Ahh, shit -- shit, lord
Oh... damn... ahh, ahh, fuck, man
Drinking too much of that damn wood, everytime
Shit... mmm rush no shit...
Ugh... ahh, damn... wipe my ass
I don't know why they don't just put one of them
Protective covers over the seat
Fuck I might catch some shit up in my ass
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High in the Clouds[Hook: 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
Niggas 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 devour your habitat
More gritty than Diddy, cause my hair's uncombed
Streets I roam, are too hot to throw on poems
Feel like every block's home, when the yay is yo
Gotta rob a motherfucker when the day is slow

[Hook]

[Black Rob]
Uh, pussy doctor, four-four cocker
Platinum, baby, ya'll niggas 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 way in' the back with the pill poppers

[Hook 2X]
**************************************************
Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart[Intro: Damon Elliott (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Yo, this is Damon Elliott, we got a lotta shit
Dame Dash, put me on game, baby
Purplelicious style, Macy Gray, Ol' Dirty Bastard
Who the fuck thought it would hit like this? (what? what?)
Where's my J, baby, where's my J? (Ohhhhhhhh, yeah)

[Hook: Macy Gray (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Don't go breaking my heart
(I won't be breaking your heart) You better not
They're gonna tear us apart, now, baby
(Don't wanna tear us apart) They better not

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'll die for you, do time for you
Kill for you, that nigga was never good to you
Now that I'm out, what, you gonna do?
Let's get Hot Dogs on a Stick, now (Hot Dogs on a Stick)
Three drinks of lemon, fresh trip
Over the back of the backlands, king size bed
Filth all clean, let's do the do
All listening to Dionne Warrick singing "Deja Vu"
This is a dream that I was new

[Hook]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Macy, and O.D.B., too hot for the chief, F.U.C.K.I.N.G
That's what I'm gonna do with you baby (what's that spell?)
Let's go to the park, after dark
Ride some bitches, stab a bitch nigga
And get on your knees, leave behind you, atomic doggies
Then go to the movies, I don't care which movie
I just wanna get some popcorn, make it salty

[Macy Gray]
Do you want some licorice, do you want some candy?
I wanna drink something outta you, while you sip some Ginger Ale
Hey, hey

[Hook]

[Interlude: Damon Elliott (Macy Gray)]
Haha (yo, these for all the lovers out there) shut up
(Sh-shut up?) Shut the fu....

[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Macy Gray) {both}]
Ooooh-hooo, nobody knows it, nobody knows
That when I was down (I was your clown)
Ooooh-hooo, nobody knows it, nobody knows
The life on the side (I gave you my heart)
{Ohhhhhhh-hooo, I gave you my heartttttttttttt}

[Bridge: Macy Gray (Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Don't go, go breaking my heart
Don't go... breaking it...
(I won't be breaking your heart) Don't go breaking it
They're gonna tear us apart, now, baby
(Don't wanna tear us apart) Don't go breaking it
Don't go... breaking it... don't go... breaking it...
(I won't be breaking your heart) Don't go breaking it
Don't go... breaking it... don't go... breaking it...
(Don't wanna tear us apart) Don't go breaking it

[Outro: Macy Gray (Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Oooh, oooh (I won't be breaking your heart)
There's nobody faster, don't go breaking it
(Don't wanna tear us apart) Don't go breaking it
Hot Dog on a Stick, ooah-ooah, hahaha
(I won't be breaking your heart) Don't go breaking it
**************************************************
Ol’ Dirty’s Back[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
What's up? Let's go
Let's go, man (Yo, girl, you heard that Dirty shit?)
Yo, Snoop Dogg
Yo, Dre (Yeah, yeah, yeah, that nigga taking over)
Yo, Too $hort, E-40, and The motherfucking Click
Enough respect to the West coast
Dun, dun, dun
Yo, Ol' Dirty Bastard coming through
Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast locked the fuck down (He taking over, that's his shit)
Know what I'm saying? Hear my shit, nigga (Brooklyn Zu, Brooklyn Zu)
Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Brooklyn

[Verse 1: 12 O'Clock]
Shit is crazy real in the field
I watched niggas blood get spilled over five dollar bills
And major drug deals on the real
Seen a nigga get mills and his bitch get him killed
In this American dream to get some cream
You're owning a Beam, and your face in magazines
12 O'Clock maintains in the game
Bring the Pain, the smokin' method, mane
It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames
Get a gold record and you change
And for the niggas selling cocaine, you're to blame
Black people lives ain't the same
And that's the tale in my hood
Niggas is up to no good
You better watch 'em in them hoods

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I always thought living life was easy
Go to school, get a job, yo, it couldn't be me (Be me)
So instead, I played my bed
My momma got fed
And now a nigga living with a dread (A dread)
My best fuckin friend, knew him since ten
Nigga fed me cream, let me whip the Benz (The Benz)
Houses all over Texas (Texas)
Lightning gold Lexus (Lexus)
He had enough respect to dress this (Dress this)
Expensive Tim suits
Girl wearing fly Gucci boots (Gucci boots)
Put me on like pook (Pook)
Every morning that I awake
Ten G's in my fuckin' face
Combination to the safe (Combination to the safe)
Son runs our state
Carrying coke by the weight (Weight)
Make 'em put pounds in the weed gate (Weed gate)
And it's ran by Ol' Dirty (Dirty)
12 O'Clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty (Dirty)

[Interlude: 12 O'Clock & Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Fuck all that motherfucking drug selling shit
I wanna see some motherfucking lyrics
I wanna hear some motherfucking lyrics
What up nigga, what?
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha
I got you, nigga

[Verse 3: 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 came up bad in the town like Charles Bronson
Knobs at your speaker and I'll do you for that reason (No you don't)
12 is no joke, I'll bring wreck through the seasons (No you don't, motherfucker)
All the men, killed ten, many more, but just when
That joker act, you can save for Jack Nicholson (What?)

[Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
One, two, and three, through your rap fatigue
And the MC world is a minor league
What you speak, you swear it's unique
Or just a peak physique of an old antique
Don't expect a project, then it's bound to freeze
Your whole head is stuck and stiff like Siamese
I never liked rhymes that's incomplete
Then again, obsolete
I shall repeat, there's an easy street
For niggas who earned
You learned, you sojourned
Then you returned
As an intelligent, positive messenger
Not an experiment negative Lucifer
With the jittling gloss of grafted skin
Nothing like spring sauce of the true origin
Who would score? The wizard of war
Caveman best friend was a god damn dinosaur
No more jungle-like living from the Blue Lagoon
It's not an Animal House, National 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 get you dizzy, spellbound like a merry-go-round
While I'm freaking, shall I expose?
You take what they take, on some recompose
A fresh MC is totally unique
Even the Devil said I'm totally unique
**************************************************
Lift Ya Skirt[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Turn it up!

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
One nigga, two nigga, three nigga, four
One of you niggas is about to get fucked up
It's the Ol' Dirt McGirt, live and uncut
Live and uncut, ready to bust a nut
Like when I first came home, I boned Simone
Fucked her so hard, pussy started to groan
Seven in the morn', woked up and yawned
The bitch scrambled my eggs, she wrote me a song
(Sing it!) It's all because of Dirt Dog
That the reason I took my skirt off
You went away -- now I'm back with (what?)
And this is where the bullshit stop
Plus these voices in my head, want me to go back
Pick up your guns, don't take your Prozac
Ritalin, Codelin, Zoloft, cocaine
Wu-Tang, nigga, it's the new John Coltrane (hahahaha)

[Hook: girl (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Dirt Dog, Dirt Dog, you our man
If you can't do it, then no one can
(Mr. McGirt, gonna get you dirty
Lift up your skirt, I'm gonna get you dirty)
Dirt Dog, Dirt Dog, you our man
If you can't do it, then no one man
(It's the (what) in the house, gonna get you dirty
The Wu-Tang Clan gonna get you dirty)

[Missy Elliott]
I hopped on the scene, spit sixteen bars lean
Cross your face like a smear of Mabeline
Wet jeans, get rised, ecstatic clean
Is it cuz my sex feel like you on morphine
They-they think, I'm so much
I talk tough, burn your mouth and handcuffs
Makin' hits, I'm making paper, cake it up
Lookin' haters in the face, like 'nigga what?'
Now scream, how many of these muthafuckas respect me
Cuz I'm the only chick who freak any beat
So pack it up, with that O.D.B
Oh, it's a bad bitch...
Shame on a nigga, who, who tried, to run game
On a nigga, like a gold digger
I pull my trigger, I bet my gun bigger
Now how ya'll figure, that's how ya die quicker

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
A Son, what? what?

[Hook]

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Die, drin', die, come on
This is strictly for the radio
Yo... can't stop...
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Dirty and Stinkin’[Intro: O.D.B/Violent J/Female]
Ya'll know how I get down..Ya know what I'm sayin'
(Dirty) Detroit (Dirty) What..Brooklyn..Zoo (Dirty) Yeah..What (Dirty)
Insane Clown Posse and O.D.B
(I got O.D.B and I got) platinum baby what
(I ain't goin' nowhere until I'm Dirty and Stinkin')

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, There's a quarter and it's Dirty and Stinkin'
Funkier than Peppy Le Pew so I was thinkin'
About (What) droppin' this single on the charts (Yeah)
Letting you know hey the kid has heart
I never deny myself, it's when you dope
But in my last jam, slept on my notes
You thought that I was weak, Huh let me speak
My rhymes come funkier than your grandfather's feet
(Dirty) So listen hear mister don't you ever forget
The rhyming Dirty, you couldn't even clean if you commit
Or even boring, some try ajax, only mess with the best, 48 tracks (Yo)
I get down with the Ason sound
Lyrics that be flowin' from miles! around
So let the music shut yo' ass up
And throw the upper cut that will make you fall onto yo butt

[Hook: Female Singer]
I wanna get Dirty and I (Dirty) wanna get Stinky
And I (Stinky) ain't goin nowhere till I get
(Till I) get Dirty and Stinkin'
(It's Dirty and It's Stinkin')
I got O.D.B. and I got I.C.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere until I'm Dirty and Stinkin'
(It's Dirty and It's Stinkin')

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
(Dirty) Let me continue, verse number 2
Style is wild dirty stinky like doo doo
(Get Dirty) If you hangin' around
Hen change yo' mind, It is a bad influence, Yo it's my rhyme
I sit down and I say to myself
Self, Yo are you rated top joe
I drop a single for ya to get a dose of
As I lay back like a pillow on the sofa
You get paid (Yeah right) Bully, Fly
Askin B.G. wha wha wha wha you know me
(Dirty) Sweet as a hunny bee, taste like a 40
Tick you like oohhwee
Want to drink old english so I speak old english
Ya gotta be dirty and stinkin'
And if it's not, well I guess I'm not
The ASON in my butt , It's Dirty and It's Stinkin'

[Hook: Female Singer]
I wanna get Dirty and I wanna get Stinky
And I ain't goin nowhere till I
(Nowhere, Nowhere) get Dirty and Stinkin'
(It's Dirty and It's Stinkin')
I got O.D.B. and I got I.C.P and I
(What) ain't goin' nowhere until I'm (Yeah Yeah)
Dirty and Stinkin'

[Violent J]
O.Deezy. Beezy and I.C.Peezy
Together on this track forever

[Verse 3: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Sell me, I know my funk be kickin'
Turnin' heads like an 8 foot tropical mud chicken
They fear these juggalo flows
I'm (Dirty) dirty like Osama Bin Laden's toes
I got hatchet love, it decayed in the barn
Chicken chain saw hard
I'm making neighbors uncomfortable
(I wanna get Dirty and) and Take me home and it's late
Don't worry bout the ring in ya tub
It's the clown paint

[Verse 4: Violent J]
I.C.P. and O.Dizzle wildin
Workin' like a fat chicks feet at Kings Island
A whole Source 9 mics, I don't care
I'm a 10 year vet 5 plaque rat millionaire (Yeah)

[Hook: Female Singer]
I wanna get Dirty and I wanna get Stinky
And I ain't goin nowhere till I get
(Till I) get Dirty and Stinkin' (It's Dirty and It's Stinkin')
I got O.D.B. and I got I.C.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere until I'm Dirty and Stinkin'

Oh Oh...Oh..Dirty..Oh...and Stinky....
(I) (I) (Stinky, Stinky)...(It's Dirty and It's Stinkin')

Oh
Damica (What I)
I.C.P
O.D.B

(Dirty) (Dirty) (Dirty) (Dirty)
**************************************************
Drug Free (Remix)[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Kids, don't get high
Mothafuckas had me up in this mothafucka, last night and shit
I'm cocained the fuck up
Paranoid as a motha.. yo I'm paranoid as a fucka
Yeah, fuck that.. yo I fuck around and shit
I sprained both of my fuckin' fingers
This shit.. man a nigga need to get.. I'm tired of gettin' high like that
Ain't nobody came in my mothafuckin' school with no mothafuckin' drugs
Stop fuckin' wit me niggas, stop fuckin' wit me
Nigga, that shits all in my family, nigga
Stop fuckin' wit me, the fuck is you talkin' bout?
On the strength, what the fuck is you talkin' bout?
We've been here too many years to stop fuckin' wit me

Nigga I'm scared of the trigga
While I'm the life giver and the life taker
I'm your father-in-law, married to mother-in-law
Got the universe movin' in the form of the sea-saw
You killed 2Pac and Biggie, you know they was rollin' wit me
You paid for your stupidity
You can't do nothin' to me! I let your fuckin' eagle fly free
Nigga, I'm pioneerin' all the sound ya hearin'
Earth from steerin', high mountaineerin'
I sincerely fuck you up severly by the yearly
Keep the sky clearly
I'm straight from the seventies
Mockneck colors wit ya bitch ass disappearance
Give me clearance, I don't want no fuckin' interference!
I'm the Big Black Jesus!

Throw ya hands in the air! And wave 'em, fuckin' Wu don't care!
And if ya +'Bout It, 'Bout It+
Like we're +'Bout It, 'Bout It+, let me hear ya say, "Oh yeah!"
Oh yeah! Well, oh yeah!

I smoke woolers too, I majored the dust
Uh, it's legal for me
I drink everything, I don't give a fuck
It's part of the universe
Hey, what else I do? I do what I do
Man, fuck that! I stays high!
I don't give a fuck!

[Trigg'nomm]
Yo yo yo I don't stop at the booze, no not, can't drop the tool
So no to C.Rules and go to these schools
Now who thinkin' elementary, class
I be see no to ecstacy and hash
Headed to the penitentiary one way
Blackin' out sippin', dust plus gun play
Knucklehead nigga in a stolen Hyundai
Sip this two, a one-to-three on Monday
If I'd have stayed in school and said no to drugs
I'd probably just be what my moms thought I was
I probably wouldn't be here pleadin' with the judge
And bitchin', it's silly, hope the God forgive it

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
(Yeah) Kids, don't use drugs! (What what what what? M.M.O!)
Durg Free! Drug Free! Drug Free!
Durg Free! Drug Free! Drug Free!
Drug Free! Drug Free!

{*beat cuts off*}

Dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun
Dunh, do-do-do-duh-duh-duh
Dun-dun-dun
Maybe I was a fool, dun-do-na-na-na
When you say gettin' high wasn't cool, do-na-na-na
When I got used to this stuff, dun-duh-na-na-na
{*snorting*} Wasn't enough..

{*beat comes back in*}
Drug Free! Drug Free! Drug Free!

[Itchy-Fingas Sha]
Eh-yo, we worldwide, Drug Free but we all hide
Pumpin' adrenaline through all sides
Most guys need coke to cope, the only smoke I choke
Is when I burn niggas verse for verse
My drug caper, stoppin' ya heart just like a pacemaker
We hold weight so we cross trainers
And headbangers with these black Rangers
Feds tryin' to contain us
Cuz we live dangerous, drug paraphanelias
My life changes, switch up frames in different angles
Crack'll leave ya dead or with shackles on ya ankles
Loves and thank yous, but it's a privelage for me
Givin' 'em Drug Free style, M.M.O., O.D.B

[Outro: M.M.O.]
Baby.. Baby Jesus, Baby Jesus
Deadly Venoms - Chameleon, Poison, Scorpion, Viper
Chameleon, Poison, Scorpion, Viper
**************************************************
Dogged Out[Intro: Too $hort (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Bitch you knew I was a dog when you met me
How you gonna get mad at me now?
Cause I got bitches.. everywhere
Bitch I'm a player, y'know
(Y'know, killa, y'know'I'msayin'
I said shit, I said, that's dat monster dog shit, y'know'I'msayin'
This is all dedicated to all you hoes)
And bitches

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Shame on a nuh, who tried to step TUH
The Ol' Dirty Bas, put my foot up your UHH
Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight (beitch)
It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight
Hoeeeeee! (bitch fucky) Stinkin ass ho!
You're the type of bitch don't appreciate shit
Never had shit, so you won't be shit
That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair
On my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me doooooown (beitch)
And Doo Doo Brown! (beitch) Hehahahaha
Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now
Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone
Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones
In the backyard, of someone else's house
Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out
Here comes Rover, sniffin' at your ass
Pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass
That means ho, you been shit-ted on!
I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn

[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone
Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones
In the backyard, of someone else's house
Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out
Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone
Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones
In the backyard, of someone else's house
Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out

[Verse 2: Big Syke]
Right behind my pitbull, full grown
That wanna make the cat moan all night long
Puppy don't take me wrong, but it's on
Be monkeys up, so call me king kong
Get gone with the thong, crew comin' through
Big Syke daddy with the Brooklyn Zu
You know what to do, freaky sucky sucky
Won't you show the crew how you play wit' the monkey
Let him see you don't fake it, and you can take it
It's only the bigger bone, gotta make it
Baby shake it in the worst way, OK
Up in you in the parle
My forte is a freakyness, look at this
I don't kiss anythin' that I don't miss, runnin' sense
To get licked from the nuts to the crack of my butt
I'm a dog, so what, but you still give it up, Wu/woof

[Hook]
Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone
Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones
In the backyard, of someone else's house
Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dog out
Callin' me a dog, well leave a dogged alone
Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones
In the backyard, of someone else's house
Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out

[Verse 3: Too $hort]
Beitch, this is what I tell these hoes
Don't sweat it baby, you'll never be my lady
Take this bone, straight to the dome
And get on (get on), cause I don't wanna talk
Shut the fuck up if you done wanna walk
We on the same page? I thought so
You know them big dogs hit you wit' their paw ho
Big pimp (pimpin') jump the fence
Hoppin' all night it don't make no sense (na na)
From New York to Cali', whylin' (wild)
I got the bitch in the alley howlin' (beitch)
And she don't wanna go nowhere
She got love for a player she don't know no better
That's why I tell her (tell her)
I'd be wid you forever if I could find time to put you
In my schedule (beitch)
Beitch, $hort Dog in the house

[Hook]
Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone
Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones
In the backyard, of someone else's house
Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out
Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone
Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones
In the backyard, of someone else's house
Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out

[Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
She flew in like calm breeze
Tall brown skin, her weave like palm trees
I went coconuts
Dipped my dunkin' between your Donut
Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch!
Fathership touch ground, like fly on soup
Don't invite me I tear the fuck down
White boys cut my toupee!
Seventh day raster, or scream play
I slump MC slay, it ain't nuttin' to bust ass
Bullet him, get him fast
Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash
The dog piss on MC's like trees
Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese

[Hook]
Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone
Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones
In the backyard, of someone else's house
Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out
Callin' me a dog, well leave a dog alone
Cause nothin' can stop me from buryin' my bones
In the backyard, of someone else's house
Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dogged out
**************************************************
Dirty Run[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Hold on tight and don't let go
Baby, I'm about to explode...

[Hook: 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" --
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 niggas, 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 niggas dick through a flint
Big pimp, watch the fur drag
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

[Hook]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Diamond, baby, name 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

[Hook]
**************************************************
Proteck Ya Neck II The Zoo[Ol Dirty Bastard]

See let a nigga come through with that bullshit
Anytime you pop that shit nigga
I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy
I 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
Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
Always
You from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker!
Where you reside... motherfucker! How you live? How you seeeeeeee...

Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout
Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaaow!!

[Buddah Monk - Brooklyn Zu]

Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'm inflicting this
It's that G type slang that makes this real sickening
Ignite my styles I got my hand pon the trigger
Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga

[Prodigal Sunn - Sunz of Man]

Yo, straight actin live about them hellfires
A known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terror
The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate water
Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order start the mission
Travel like the speed of wind
Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many man
Serving justice in my vicinity

[Zu Keeper - Brooklyn Zu]

(This is, Brooklyn, Zu!!)
Za-za-za, za-za-za
Zuh-za-zah, z-zz-zz-z-z-zz-zz-z-dah-duh-dnn-duh

[Murdoc - Brooklyn Zu]

I get down I get down I crack your fuckin crown
Lay around and watch some real niggas break ground
I can't shop cuz every bro blowin up the spot
Hit rocks and niggas know

[Killah Priest - Sunz of Man]

Yo! Niggas grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion
Nervous, that's why the Zoo brought me in
Now bring em forth, like the tortures at the courts
Before the case begin, first break me in
His brain! And make sure he can't maintain the calmness
Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this
Stage like, mail, pre hands that be the move
Now your Posse is your fuckin Platoon
Stale cells, just flows through the air
I'm like a ninja, once I send ya down stairs
Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist
With the cleverest rhyme
Erupt to deduct your fuckin mind

[12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu]

Fuck shit up on the hurry-up
Known for burying ducks through more styles than a monk
Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch
Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump
Never fall victim to no bitch
Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp
And score more points than Shawn Kemp
Keepin powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!!
Ol Dirty Bastard live and uncut

(Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a...)

[Shorty Shit Stain - Brooklyn Zu]

Got more props than the President
My hardcore represent, blowin niggas back who never had this
Cause I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped
The shit I'm kickin, send it to your MOMS for Christmas
And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it
Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant
Cuz niggas rap styles just down is aspired
You shoulda stayed HOME instead of picking up a microphone
But if you wanna run on up, like you TOUGH
I call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore
Stuff, I shine like twenty-four carat

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Roll and stroll with the party scene
Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean
Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and
Test my skill niggas, you're trippin
Drugged up from sniffin, you're the one who's riffin
I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith
Start to flip, slip, cuz you're slippin
While you sleep I be the God on point, with Scottie Pippen
As I, jump on stage, flip rip a show
Strip and rip a hoe, wayyy like Bo
Jackson while I'm still taxin maxin
Relaxin sittin back sellin good tracks and
Again and again when I rock the jam
WANNA SEE EM UP IN THE AIR! Throw up your hand
Introducin, one-man band in town
It's wild, with the style couldn't stand nigga
When the jump, stepped, to the center
Of the rhyme inventor, MC's come at the
You get dap slapped, across the MC map
Your ass that's your ass, on a whore shot
Come on through I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get Rudy with the Hong Kong Fooey
Ol Dirty Bastard, MC killer
Money maker, Brooklyn, challenger
That I lay down like towel
Then I get higher!!

[60 Second Assassin - Sunz of Man]

Here comes the illlll, type ruffer
Style be untouched I'm leavin broken down grammars on the pen
Who who what? What brings it? Tighter than your anus
Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers
Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill
Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill
60 Second, nucleus, attack on your set
Hit you with the blast (yo close the door)
Shabazz!!
*gun blast*
**************************************************
Brooklyn Zoo II (Tiger Crane)Intro:

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 niggas 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 stamina
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 Panama
I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said "suntanima"!
He responded so fast, you made me laugh
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH scared-his ass!
Kick the hundred strongest rhymes
Then I brought out the punk in him
Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms
Told HIM! Enter the Wu-Tang!
Witness the Shaolin slang, that crush any shit you bring
I watch your ass take a big fall, why?!
My Main Source, is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat man, I play the Riddler
You try to do me for my nigga I'll change to Hitler
I'll go out like Nazi, wish your fuckin ass stayed
Home and play Yahtzee!
Or watchin Happy Days sweatin Potsie
With Ralph, and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi

(Yo Unique, yo kid
Check this shit out! Yo, yo)

Verse Two: Ghostface Killer
Ninety-five niggas is wasted
Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted
Foamin out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese
Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease
It's not magic, gaming is the gadget
World classic big national high attracts dear graphics
Lampin in my own zone, my physical show
Inhale bones Tony Stark, for the diamond in Rome
He's convincin, labelled one man rap convention
The nigga that'll gun down, eighty frenchmen
Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist
I deal with sharpness plus spark the hardest individual
I plant crimes inside vocals
My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof
Hit the sun roof, be out like a wanderin dream
Shuttle, and get startled off the verbal hygiene, my nigga

(sample of Stamina)
(sample of Baby C'mon)
(sample of Brooklyn Zoo)
(sample of Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie)
(sample of The Stomp)

Shame on you when you step through to
Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you when you step through to
Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
What?!! My nuh
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
To the West coast!
To the East coast
To the North coast
To the South
When you take North, East, West, South
Put it all together and it spell NEWS!
Then you got the ol rhythm, bastard blues
And ya don't stop
So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker!

(live concert)
**************************************************
Pussy Keep Calling[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
You want this Dirty long, you want this shit
You want it, you need it
You want this Dirty long, you want this shit
You want it, you need it......

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Don't need muscle, cuz Barry got a gun
Nighttime, still blaze like sun
Book the residence, worry bout none
Chillin' with believer, drinkin' zero proof rum
Darker is better, cuz the dick's well done
Be a good girl, let you taste what I'm from
Baby, I'm the man, with the frame: well hung
Cuz a squirrel, is a squirrel til a squirrel get a nut
Get a butt, like an ashtray, point it out, I eat her
Til the 6, been callin', sayin, "nah, I don't wanna meet her"
In the ass, to some Pendergrass, after smokin' grass
Fuck her fast like a rabbit, I'm a sex fiend addict
I'm a sex fiend addict, I'm a sex fiend addict

[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard (sample) {Black Keith}]
You want this good looking muthafucka
Cuz I'm a good looking muthafucka, girl
You want this Dirty long, you want this shit
You want it, you need it..
(It's so doggone good, it's so doggone good
It's so doggone good, it's so doggone good) 2X {Keep calling me...}
{Pussy keep calling me}

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
If she's layin' in my sheets, she's the freek of the week
Seen it all, done it all, lick my balls with her tongue
Got my toes curled up, like I'm sayin' right on
If you wanna ride home, let me call you a cab
Cuz the next bitch coming, might be coming in the cab
Like licking, you can chill, if you ain't, you can escape
Cuz the friend's coming with her, and she can participate
After Mardi Gras, I meet 'em in titty bars
Take 'em home, and bend 'em, and fill 'em with Dirty long
Cock strong dick diesel, when I stand like an easel
Come sit on Mini Me, and put a smile on Dr. Evil
Got some sunshine, leavin' my girl behind
The kind of pussy that start up a conga line
Pussy callin', I be pickin' it up
Pussy robber, I be stickin' it up
When I leave the ringer off, I be missin' a nut
I be missin' a nut, I be missin' a nut

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (sample) {Black Keith}]
Yo, you get your friends, and I'mma get my friends
And we gonna smoke some shit, and we gonna do this shit
You know what I'm sayin', we gonna go wild like animals and run loose in this
Muthafucka
(It's so doggone good, it's so doggone good
It's so doggone good, it's so doggone good) 2X {Keep calling me...}
Yeah, you like it when I go deep, baby, it's that Dirty long baby
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, come all in that pussy {Pussy keep calling me}
Aiyo, hold on, hold on for a second {pussy keep calling me}

(I wanna keep on, checkin' on you, yeah.... I got to know everything you do
Cuz you're lovely, love that you that, hey hey hey, you so doggone good)
**************************************************
Shimmy Shimmy Ya (Studio Ton Remix)* - clean version is the only version that exists

Intro:

Oooh baby I like it raw
Yeah baby I like it rawww (with your MC at the epicenter)
Oooh baby I like it raw (sup boo?  sup?  sup baby?)
Yeah baby I like it rawww
Oooh baby I like it raw (it's E-40 man)
Yeah baby I like it rawww (sup baby?)
Oooh baby I like it raw (I see y'all, I see you whassup y'all)
Yeah baby I like it raww (sup??  SUP???)

Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yeah shimmy yay
Gimme the mic so I can take it away
Off on a natural charge, bon voyage
Yeah from the home of the Dodger, Brooklyn squad
WU-TANG!  Killa beez on the swarm
Reign on your college-aXX disco dorm
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta go the one killa bee and he ain't for the kill

Verse One: MC Eiht

I'm givin you that funky funky aXX-sXXX
(That sXXX) that you gotsa ta fXXX wit
So stand back cause I don't hope my funk
Threw a bunk on your silly billy aXX and you too soft
I'm givin that brain a little tickle
I'm thicker than a buXX-lickin indo popsicle (popsicle)
Fool you know I'm too cold
I leave that ass hangin, hangin like a bXXXX on hold
Can suck my DING, you bring like static
I shoots like a fXXXXn automatic (automatic)
Classy ------- I'm in em
I'm deadly like a m---------n snake's, venom
So it's on bad cuz these zaggin come around your block
And we strapped with the Mac
And you get served like a clucker
E four oh and the Eiht, down with that dirty moXXXXXXer
Geyeah

Interlude: [backwards verse]

The nigga that discovered electricity
Yo gimee some of that Hurricane SO!

Verse Two: E-40, Ol Dirty

Cookin y'all on the burner inside a Rolex
Clocked, to a fat ass nXXXa clad in black, honk!
Might act my color but now E four oh ain't no dummy though
Might not know how to read and write but I do know how to count money hoe
NXXXa this game ain't wrinkled, hoe I don't need no starsight
To serious aXX nXXXa twenty-first of March
Time's up in this b---h right, East West whoride
BXXXXes don't understand my isht that we be servin

Uhhhh, I'm from the Bed-Stuy, now do or die
I got somethin for your a-- now I'm passin lye
See E-40 Click roll thick like a hoe drippin ----
The A-von, tish

Chorus:

Oooh baby I like it raw
Yeah baby I like it rawww
Oooh baby I like it raw
Yeah baby I like it rawww
Oooh baby I like it raw
Yeah baby I like it rawww
Oooh baby I like it raw
Yeah baby I like it rawww

Verse Three: Ol Dirty Bastard

Most MC's get all too hyped
From the tent we'll rhyme and take you out with a tank
It's not MC just an MC bee
Weak on your words you never thought of by freein
Positive thoughts that I let come out
Ask the God A-SON I know what it's about
On the mic I'm a leader, school I was a reader
When it come to f----n I'm a strong good breeder
MC max and we worn out wax
Collect the cash money, without ever being taxed
And then I, got your attention
I'd like to mention, DON'T BATTLE ME at any rap convention

Yo I'd like to give a shout out
To all you live zaggin out there
And also like to give a shout out
To all you punk ------ out there
I wanna give a shout out
To all the true black women, because I love you
And I also wanna give a shout out
To them fake a-- b----s out there
YaknowhatI'msayin?
**************************************************
Welcome Home[Intro: Nicole Ray (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Dirt Dog, Nicole Ray
Welcome home, you Dirty mutha-- Wu!!!
(2003, Brooklyn)

[Hook: Nicole Ray]
Uh oh, Dirt Dog
Uh oh, Dirt Dog
Uh oh, Dirt Dog (dirt dog)
Uh oh (dirt dog), Dirt Dog
It's been so long (been so long)
Since you've been gone (you've been gone)
So bring my body some heat (body some heat)
To move slow to this beat (yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Dirt, the ol' shit, let me put my hands up your skirt
Been to you since I flirt, bet your knees get hurt
See your titties through your shirt, may I feel like Kurt
In bed, I put in work, I got a dick I'll squirt
I'm totally psyched, that this party all night
When I play the shelf, I'm fuckin' bitches, that ain't my hype
I got ass in my sight, girl, would you now blowin' the pipe
Jewelry, I wear, bite, I like that pussy tight!
Find my drugs in the street, stink assholes in seats
Holla at me, tweet, tweet, that's where the fucked up feet
Banana livin' bitches, fast it itches
Unwire Gucci stitches, get grain to riches

[Hook: Nicole Ray]
Uh oh, Dirt Dog
Uh oh, Dirt Dog (Get off the jock!)
Uh oh, Dirt Dog
Uh oh, Dirt Dog

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Met this bitch, pussy switch
I'm a dog, I itch, monkey, I'm rich
Settled in Brooklyn, only let crooks in
Ghetto black pussy, yeah, I fit in
Nigga, I'm most in, party's I'm hostin'
My note to cokes in, do the front row sting
Put your hot temperature, your pussy sent ya
Over here, I pimp ya, white and black I blend ya
Dick up like a roaster, you be like whose the
My music will lose ya, you miniature
I got this microphone, pulled back and cocked
And all sperm cells get off the jock!

[Hook: Nicole Ray]
Uh oh, Dirt Dog
Uh oh, Dirt Dog (Get off the jock!)
Uh oh, Dirt Dog
Uh oh, Dirt Dog (Yeah)
It's been so long (been so long)
Since you've been gone (you've been gone)
So bring my body some heat (body some heat)
To move slow to this beat yeah, yeah

[Bridge: Nicole Ray]
Baby can you play my song (got song)
We be dancin' all night long (all night long)
Feelin' sexy and so free
Music takin' over me

[Hook & Bridge to the end]
Uh oh, Dirt Dog
Uh oh, Dirt Dog
Uh oh, Dirt Dog
Uh oh, Dirt Dog
Baby can you play my song
We be dancin' all night long
Feelin' sexy and so free
Music takin' over me
Uh oh, Dirt Dog
Uh oh, Dirt Dog
Uh oh, Dirt Dog
Uh oh, Dirt Dog
Baby can you play my song
We be dancin' all night long
Feelin' sexy and so free
Music takin' over me
Uh oh, Dirt Dog
Uh oh, Dirt Dog

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Hot for you, comin' soon
Dirt McGirt..
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Reunited[Intro]
What what what what what what
You know when the time it is motherfucker

[Hook]
Reunited cause it feels so good
Reunited cause we're understood
There's one perfect thing
And children this one is it
We both we're so excited cause
We're reunited, hey! hey!

[Verse 1]
I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor
Cas-ual dresser, you may dress fresher
The way that I speak this shit is energetic
My physique of meat is quite athletic
Remove all MC's who disapprove
That my funky rhyme article always have the groove
You're jealous over me nigga, you're not a competitor
You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor
Tryin' to rock the mic when you get an appetite
All negative on the mic, I dislike
Try to rock the mic but only will reduce
Try to get loose, you juice as a youth
Not knowin' to yourself that you shall be frozen
I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen
To rock and shock beats, polite when I recite
Sulfur emcees, you are down right, out right
Tryna be talkative, there's no alternative
Hide until I forgive, this motive
I am unique with the perfected physique
The objective of my rhyme is my own technique

[Hook]
Reunited cause it feels so good
Reunited cause we're understood
There's one perfect thing
And children this one is it
We both we're so excited cause
We're reunited, hey! hey!

[Verse 2]
I maintain the paradise on this Earth
With the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth
Watch a nigga catch a purse
Super-hero niggas die
Do my dirt, get away and multiply
You bitches, ya nice guys
Always want bitch, because ya need my bit
I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show
Cause nobody can't fuck with me!
Earl!!, from ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground
The best kept secret, how does it feel to be
Boxin' in like a skeleton, growin' back ya skin? oaaaaaaaw!
I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie
Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie
Bicthes, you're walkin' on my dirt
We ain't sayin nuthin'
I'm in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert

[Hook]
Reunited cause it feels so good
Reunited cause we're understood
There's one perfect thing
And children this one is it
We both we're so excited cause
We're reunited, hey! hey!

[Outro + Hook]
Yo, I wanna tay give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan
We holdin' it down. YouknowI'msayin?
And I also wanna show mad love to Puffy cause you holdin' it down
Master P, you holdin' it down
KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin' it down
Give Snoop my love, E-40
MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond
This is family, I don't give a fuck!
Straight up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga!
Y'all niggas know how the fuck I get down!
KnowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit!
KnowImean? I love y'all niggas!
Motherfucker, my stomach hurts!
Bitch, I got to go!
Reunited cause it feels so good
Reunited cause we're understood
There's one perfect thing
And children this one is it
We both we're so excited cause
We're reunited, hey! hey!
**************************************************
Don’t U Know Part II (short version)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, turn— drop the, drop the drums (Yeah)
Drop the drums, yeah
I know all the time (Step— Step up to the mic, boo)
It be hard to use a Trojan (Yeah, let me hear you)
'Cause your shit can't br—
(Sex is something that everybody needs) I know all the time, fellas
It's hard to use a Trojan 'cause your shit can't breathe (Everybody wants, everybody loves)
It's all closed in, nah (Sex is something that everybody needs)
Put the beat on, put the beat on (Everybody wants, everybody loves)

[Chorus: Shorty Shit Stain]
Sex is something that everybody needs (If you want it, baby)
Everybody wants, everybody loves (If you want it, babe)
Sex is something that everybody needs
Everybody— You better use a Trojan

[Verse: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I know all the time fellas, be hard to use a Trojan
'Cause your shit can't breathe, it feel all closed in
You wanna slip it off, ooh, baby, I like it raw
But why I wanna hurt myself for?
I was walking down my block, said my block Munroe
Said peace to this girl, girl said, "Hello"
Well, Hell is low and the lowest you can go
Is thirty-two degrees below zero
So I started to rain on this young bitch brain
Causin' her a great relief of physical pain
She said, "Tit for tat, step off the bra strap
No diamonds, no gold, I can never get a rap"
I said, "So what?" as I grabbed her butt
Bitch smiled for a while, but her mouth kept shut
Bitch eighteen years old, just birthed a child
Young in the brain though her thoughts are wild
On welfare, but she don't care
Says FTF is always there
FTF means face-to-face
Main headquarters of your local place
Where you collect your monthly pay
To support bad habits, use, abuse everyday
There has never been a girl in my entire life
My girl, my next ex or my wife
And never been one who tried to disrespect
I'm speakin' 'bout the member of the opposite sex
There's somethin' that I gotta let out
But I don't want to be known as Ralph the Blabbermouth
Quiet as kept, she thought I was soft
But all I wanted to do was knock her boots off
Just from obtaining the common sense
You can tell that the girl seemin' rather quite dense
Other than dense, she played slightly bold
But from the statement I made, she could not uphold herself
She broke down and she started to cry, she said
"Oh, I don't believe this guy"
What? What you gonna do?
May I diss her? Yes, you may
That girl's a slut with a hole in her butt
Who used to be a meaty-bone puppy child, little mutt
Came to my house smellin' like trout
I said, "Doggie, doggie, doggie, get out"
She did my head, I mean the big, bad vicious
Dirt McGirt, deep, dark and delicious
She's a doo-doo buh, alcoholic nuh
And her ass is tighter than a pair of vice grips
Speaking of a tuh
I won't kiss, because they don't give milk
Thems kick piss, yeah
Let me tell you about the rash from the neck
It's enough to put the ring around the collar in check
She's nothin' but a buh other known as a wuh
With an irritating itch from trying to switch
Strung out ass foggin' up glass
Tell all the nuh that the bitch first class
Smoke a bag of hash with the money she stash
But she had to play the corner just to make that cash
Pulled down her panties and scratched that rash
Then rubbed 'em with that a-pimp had slashed
Tried to get saved at the tabernacle prayer
But the only thing holy was her shitty underwear
I will change a style, always I will fix
But you can not teach an old bag—

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, I ain't got to say no more, son
Yo, word to God, man
Only thing I'm saying, man, is use a Trojan
Know what I'm sayin'? For real, man
'Cause it's on, man
You know what I'm sayin'?
I had to learn that, know what I'm sayin'?
The hard way
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Dirty The Moocher[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Ladies and gentlemen introducing Cab Calloway
Featuring the Dirt Dog
First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse
I'll attack any nigga who slack in his mack
Come fully packed with the fat rugged stack
The heat is on, I'm about to blow up the spot
All I wanna see is fire cause I'm makin shit hot
Like the blow between Glocks, mad niggas I shot
Give a fuck on a cop, conversate with a lock
Down at the chop-chop, 600th and Rock
Crazy as a fox tryin to rob Fort Knox
The DeNiro-Al Pachino war
Tryin to score mad dough like a million or more
For the illegal war that's all I saw
It's all about that knot in ya
I'm alone, I roll with 6 niggas with stones
Every hour tap my phone with embezzlement stones
Get a loan from the stocks because of my pops
Fifty bills in the pocks, Wu-Gambino got props

[Cab Calloway]
But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale
Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi (Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi)
Hoooooooooooooooooooooo (Hoooooooooooooooooooooo)
He-de-he-de-he-de-he (He-de-he-de-he-de-he)
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy (Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy)

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Elevator scheme with the scheme to catch CREAM
Some diamond rings, jewels all types of priceless things
Just in case you don't make it to the safe
Don't talk to Jakes or your whole shit be laced
Got a bomb bout ready to blow up shit
The White House nuh be quiet as a mouse
My job is hundred proof, better know the scoop
Got niggas undergrounds, in your walls, in your roofs
About made zoo, 6-6-6-6-2
Cause I'm goin all out with the supplies of Balu
I'm unstoppable, my six man team is unstoppable
Stickin my middle fuckin finger at you
Livin in America's fuckin fucked up
When I was young some say I had no sense
I rhymed all day until my throat got tense
And bought em by the cage from my lungs to my knees
In the winter I cough, all summer I sneeze
Ah-choo! Then I was sore, there was only one cure
Original rhymes wholesome in thought
Democratics are debatin wanna be the imitatin
But the knowledge that I'm givin positively stimulatin
I acknowledge any MC in a South Bronx town
South Proof Projects, did they really go down
Shit, I remember when I was 12 years old
I didn't know about frontin or playin a role
I thought I was slick, I fell harder than bricks
With my best lyrics and my uptown ticks
Prince start jackin in my baseball cap
I'm tellin many chit-chats step off my jockstrap
Approach this party other known as a jam
Lookin for my cousin Bam-Bam Sleepingham
From front to back the jam was packed
Over there some dance, over there I just macked
I looked around then I started to walk
Heard an older woman's voice and a silly slang talk
The kid was nice for payin the price
And give weak MCs beneficial advice
Yes, beneficial meaning good for more
Frontin cause with the mamas would have loved to explore
Studied MC and changed lyrics around
Before I became a member of the lost and sound
My words I strung, I bettered my voice
Rollin over people known to be top choice
Ch-ch - BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW
Hoodlum

Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi (Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi)
Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho (Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho)
He-de-he-de-hee-de-heeee (He-de-he-de-hee-de-heeee)
Hooooohhhoooooooooooooooooooooooo (Hooooohhhoooooooooooooooooooooooo
**************************************************
Come On (Clap)[Hook 2X: Swizz Beatz]
Ol' Dirty make the girls say
Come on, clap, come on, clap, come on, clap
Come on, everybody, come on, clap
Come on, yo

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
No it's Dirt McGirt, ain't a damn thing changed
Just put spinners on a brand new Range
When I walk up in the party everything seem strange
Oooh, must be that Roc-A-Fella chain
I mixed it up, with that Wu-Tang slang
That college girl over there, she give good brain
When I pull out my gun, it goes chitty bang bang
I love 'em fat bitches cuz they titty hang hang
When I'm trying to get some food stamps, to buy some champagne
When you in the senior cars, gonna make you switch lanes
Blame it on the muthafucking game

[Hook 2X]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Now, come, get some, you little bum
I'm Dirt McGirt, still living in the slums
Yeah, that's where I'm from
And I got enough liquor, you can all get some
The Swizz Beatz drum, bang through your speaker
I don't want no bud, cuz that ain't no good reefer
Forget from the Dirt, though, I'm the grim reaper
And I might hit it once and pass to my man Peter
Adios see ya, would hate to be ya
Your man talk shit, I'mma put him in the sleeper
So get down, get down, like James Brown
Roc-A-Fella money got me feeling lot better now

[Hook 2X]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Oooh, love it when you shake it to the ground
You serve in town, ODB comes around
Blaow, listen to my drunken style
Got enough Chambers, I can hit it going wild
Rims on my truck is bigger than a cow
Chpaow! Jewellery cost more than your house
If you cooking in your kitchen, get the fuck out
Make them scream and shout "McGirt, get in the house"
Dude gonna air it, I'm barricade, pull it out
If I ain't got my gun, I hit you with the Guinness Stoute
I'm back, buzzed, hit you with a different route
Peace Mariah, for getting a nigga the fuck out

[Hook 2X]
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Drunken Master Yo MTV rapsDrunk as can be
I am the drunken master style
You see nobody can ever touch me
Nobody can ever feel me
Nobody can ever say that he loves me or she loves me
She is a blessing on this earth nigga like the sun. raw
You see sometimes when the lyrics gotta come out
Make the ladies want scream and shout
Thoughts be amazed handcuts is played
Never wore other ?
Stormbrainiac
To the holy ghost taxism dusting ya
Call me your neighborhood ghostbusta
Obviously you know my name by now
Throw stupid parties all through your town unique or live or selected
Panic will erupt you'll be infected I break mc's down into syllables
Hold it back till ya rhymes one syllable ?
**************************************************
I Wanna Fuck[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, I got love for you girls
All my Sweet Sugar Pies
This is dedicated to you

[Verse 1: Royal Flush]
Hey baby what's your name? Look at your whole frame
Compliment me on my chain, she bling it so I did the same
Where we goin' from here? Lets smoke and drink in Belvedere
Askin' me about my peers, where I been for all these years
Starin' at my car yeah, notice money round here
Please baby show your speed, nuff talk about me
Where you work? What's your hobby?
Married, or got kids to some bonnie
Famous for karate
What's your number, call you probably
Waited for a week ot two, didn't see what we gon' do
Came through, new car XL on them 22's
Knock and marry, straight to her I wanna hit it badly
Then she startin' barkin', said "first we gotta get married"
I hate this bitch, all I wanna do is hit the nappy
Gassed her head up, tell her anything tha make her happy
Straight to the hotel, she suck dick and fuck well
Asked me for my house number, I gave her Ol' Dirty's cell

[Hook]
When I'm sippin' on the henny, make me wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, wanna fuck
When I'm thinkin' of them bitches I don't fall in
Love, fall in love, fall in love
All I ever do is get high and fuck, bust some nut, bust some nut
ODB and Royal Flush don't give a fuck, bitches what?

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
If a girl is a slut, with a hole in her butt
Who used to be a meaty-bone puppy cow little mutt
Came to my house smellin' like trout
I said, "Doggie doggie get the fuck out!!"
Let me tell you about the rash from the neck
It's enough to put the ring around the collar in check
She's nothin' but a bitch other known as a witch
With an irritating itch from trying to switch
Strung out ass, foggin' up glass
Tellin' all the niggas tell that the bitch first class
Smoke a bag of hash from all the shit she stashed
First she had to play the collar just to made that cash
Pull down her panties then scratch that rat
Tear up the whiff, that appear [?]
Tryna get slayed, got the Tabernacle Prayer
The only thing holy was her shitty underwear

[Hook]
When I'm sippin' on the henny, make me wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, wanna fuck
When I'm thinkin' of them bitches I don't fall in
Love, fall in love, fall in love
All I ever do is get high and fuck, bust some nut, bust some nut
ODB and Royal Flush don't give a fuck, bitches what?

[Verse 3: Royal Flush]
Head anytime I want it, C-O 600
World my state stuttin', girls come in diamond dozen
Fuck hard, niece and cousins, doin' what your niggas wouldn't
Fattin' like the white guttin', 85 I put my foot in
Buck Scotties still pimpin', stay puttin' long dick in
White pussy our commission, hit it while you when out fishin'
Dog I be fuckin' bitches, while you be duckin' stitches
And don't think cause I'm a mack I won't buck at bitches
Mad cause my chain is bigger, rims look a little thicker
Lifetstyle's alot richer, you actin' like low hitchin'
Get a heater on my strippers, maybe y'all gon' hit it
No rhymin', dance in a minute
Cause everybody that I popped tonight at least had 3 E's in it..
3 E's in it

[Hook]
When I'm sippin' on the henny, make me wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, wanna fuck
When I'm thinkin' of them bitches I don't fall in
Love, fall in love, fall in love
All I ever do is get high and fuck, bust some nut, bust some nut
ODB and Royal Flush don't give a fuck, bitches what?
When I'm sippin' on the henny, make me wanna fuck
Wanna fuck, wanna fuck
When I'm thinkin' of them bitches I don't fall in
Love, fall in love, fall in love
All I ever do is get high and fuck, bust some nut, bust some nut
ODB and Royal Flush don't give a fuck, bitches what?
**************************************************
Brooklyn Zoo (Clean LP Version)[Intro]
Why'd you won't let me love you?
Yeah
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Party people all around the town
It's the ODB kid
Once again coming through your area
And I'm going to tell you one time
You gon' love this

[Verse 1]
I'm the one-man army, Ason
I never been tooken out, I keep MCs looking out
I drop science like girls be dropping babies
Enough to make a (nuh) go crazy
In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines
Cuz you thought you were better than
Ason, I keep planets in orbit
While I be coming with deeper and more sh**
Enough to make you break and shake your ***
As I create rhymes good as a Tastykake makes
This style, I'm mastered in
(nuh) catching headaches, what? What? You need Aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol
(What?) 'round, get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a can of mace, baby
Is it burning? Well see? now you're learning
How I don't even like your  profile
It's like BLAOW! CH-CH-CH-CH, MAD STYLES!
Last seen and heard, no-one knows
You forget: (nuh) be quiet as kept
Now you know nothing
Before you knew a whole bloodclot lot
You don't wanna get shot
A lot of MCs came to my showdown
And watched me put you loooooooooooow down
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt I never been tooken out
By a (nuh), who couldn't figure
Yo by a (nuh), who couldn't figure
Yo by a (nuh), who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
How to pull a gun trigger
"GET OUTTA HERE!"
(Nuh) wanna get too close, to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
Introducing - yo **** **** *****'* name
My Hip Hop drops on your head like rain
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
MCs I'll be burning, burning hot
Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
(Nuh) get up, act like a pig trying to hog sh**
So I take yo *** out quick
The mics, I've had it my *****, you can suck my ****
If you wanna step to my mother******* rep
CH-CH-BLOAW! BLOAW! BLOAW! Blown to death
You got shot cause you knock knock knock
"Who's there?" Another mother******* hardrock
Slacking on your macking cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back

[Hook]
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bas****, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bas****, Brooklyn Zoo! Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bas****, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bas****, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bas****, Brooklyn Zoo!
WHAT?
Shame on you, shame
Shame on you, when you step through to
Shame on you, when you step through to
Shame on you, when you step through to
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bas****, Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bas****, Brooklyn Zoo!
WHAT?
**************************************************
Dirty & Stinkin’ (Remix)[scratched up samples]
"I said if you could just" - Ol' Dirty Bastard
"First things first, man" - Ol' Dirty Bastard
"The rap assasinator" - Raekwon
"Dirty Bastard" - Method Man

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
This recordin is dirty and it's stinkin
Funkier than Peppi Le Pew so I was thinkin, about
Droppin this single on the charts, lettin ya know
Hey, the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being
Dope, but in my last jam, niggas slept on my notes
You thought that I was weak? Huh? Let me speak
My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet
So listen mister, don't you ever forget
The rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it
With Comet, for even Wolrex, some tried Ajax
Only mix with the best, forty-eight tracks
Yo, I get down with the Ason sounds
Lyrics that be flowin from miles around
So let the music shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut
Now I make ya fall to ya butt

[Chorus: samples scratched]
"Watch out for..." - Prodigy
"The Ol' Dirty Bastard" - Ol' Dirty Bastard
"The O.D.B.!" - Ol' Dirty Bastard
"First things first, man" - Ol' Dirty Bastard
"Watch out for..." - Prodigy
"The rap assassinator" - Raekwon
"Dirty Bastard" - Method Man
"I said if you could just" - Ol' Dirty Bastard
"Go back" - Ol' Dirty Bastard
"The O.D.B." - Ol' Dirty Bastard
"First things first, man" - Ol' Dirty Bastard
"Watch out for..." - Prodigy
"The rap assassinator" - Raekwon
"Dirty Bastard" - Method Man

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, let me continue, verse number two
Style is wild, dirty and stinkin like doo-doo
If ya hangin around, ya changed ya mind
It is a bad influence, but yo it's my rhyme
I sit down and I say to myself, "Self
Yo, are you rated top the shelf?"
I drop the single for you to get a dose of
As I lay back like a pillow on a sofa
Gettin paid? Yeah right, Willy
Why askin me, G? What? What? What? What? You know me
My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee
Taste like a forty, stinkin like Old-E
But I drink Ol' English so I speak Ol' English
You gotta be dirty and stinkish
And if it's not, well I guess I'm not
The A-S-O-N my friends, it's dirty and it's stinkin'

[Chorus]

[Method Man]
I'm not a statuatory raper
I'm _naughty_, but girl that ain't my _nature_
Johnny Cash all about this paper
You playin' wit the big boys now, we rated r
This no place for a child, 17, not allowed
Without a parent and it's apparent that you belong
Wit a full grown man wit a mind just as strong
Huh, so here's ya chance to advance
Get in ya stance and we gon' set up it off like true romance
And that's my word

[Chorus #2: scratched samples]
"I said if you could just" - Ol' Dirty Bastard
"Go back" - Ol' Dirty Bastard
"The O.D.B." - Ol' Dirty Bastard
"First things first, man" - Ol' Dirty Bastard
"The rap assassinator" - Raekwon
"Dirty Bastard" - Method Man

[Chorus]

[Chorus #2 2X]
**************************************************
Stand Up[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, 2Pac Shakur
You can't divide war, this slim galore
Arabian flow, at nine a gigolo
With a bad hot ho, 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)

[Hook 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, niggas ain't fuckin' with Wu, so roll deep
Born God Body with the vest of heat
When the Bee Sting hit, niggas 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

[Hook 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
**************************************************
The Stomp Part II[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Dirt, Dirt, Dirt...
Dirt, Dirt, Dirt...
That's what I'm talking about

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Soon as she slurp the mic, here comes the herpes light
People at church be like, friends, at work be like
She is the thirsty type, a nigga McGirt be like
Look, it ain't workin' right, it will convert my life
Now she's an earthly type, pure, and worthy type
Catch her in early nights, smile with pearly whites
Sippin' Bacardi's like, she's back in perverted life
You know how these birds be like, that's why you can't treat them right
My brother he eats it right, cheat, and beat his wife
Ike and Tina fight, this Medina life
The crack and nina like, block and fiending like
Cop subpeona like, giants and beams of light

[Hook: RZA (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Stomp, stomp, stomp! (Dirt, Dirt, Dirt, that's what I'm talking 'bout)
Let, me, see/(Dirt, Dirt, Dirt), you, stomp, stomp, stomp!

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Things ain't the same today, this is the game they play
Dirt, the name, they say, throwin' the blame my way
So they can change my face, take and claim my space
But I remain the ace, always maintain a space
Coke, the 'caine, the base, Henny without the chase
Then it come out to lace, pussy all in my face
You know where the Dirt be at, where the skirts be at
Money and work be at, pull and squirt the mac's
You fake aristocats, where your pistol at?
Weak ballistic caps, I'm firing missiles back

[Hook: RZA (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
(That's what I'm talking 'bout)
Let, me, see/(Dirt, Dirt, Dirt), you, stomp, stomp, stomp! (Dirt, dirt, dirt)
Let, me, see/(Dirt, Dirt, Dirt), you, stomp, stomp, stomp!

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Three years, I'm out the gate, waiting, my clients deflate
(What, what) chain plate, bitch, I'm goin' state to state
Bitch, I sniff them eights, muthafucka, make these papes
Watch that ho get raped, nigga, I'm going ape
This is part two, the Stomp, you niggas in the slump
Uzi's all in my trunk, nigga, you hear the thump
Fill you with holes and lumps, rocks all in my fronts
Cock and feel the Monk, pussy everyday of the month
Do what the fuck I want, bitches, you shake your rump
Niggas you ain't no comp, let me see you jump

[Hook: RZA (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Stomp, stomp, stomp! (Dirt, Dirt, Dirt, that's what I'm talking 'bout)
Let, me, see/(Dirt, Dirt, Dirt), you, stomp, stomp, stomp!
(Dirt, Dirt, Dirt, McGirt) get, the, fuck, off, your, ass, nig-ga!
Stomp, stomp, stomp! (That's what I'm talkin' bout!)
Let, me, see, you, stomp, stomp, stomp!
Get, the, fuck, off, your, ass, nig-ga!
Stomp, stomp, stomp!
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Skrilla[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard, RZA]
When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar
When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar
Own family will kill ya, damn it be a skrilla
Box of bullets in flavors, like Mike & Ike
Friday night, I'm in the bed, with a bitch and a dyke
Ol' Dirty, 7:30, got the thirty-thirty
Caught a mouscope, ain't aimin' at no birdie
My name plate, travel through the interstate
Glock in the stash box, my drop top ventilate
Permanent A.C., use to boost at Macy's
Smoke out Mr. Spacely, and still Dick Tracy
I blind dunk a base, make ya chest inflate
I'm at the herb gate, watch my money bake
Disrespect me, where I lay my head, my hammer spray
My cybertech nylon suit, reflect gamma ray
When I speak, ears open to the size of cymbal
Make you tremble, watch what the fuck my gun do

[Hook]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
A moment to pray, a second to die
Take your hard ride with the bulletproof high
Nigga, check ya logic, Ol' Dirty's out the closet
I return you niggas for a five percent deposit
Beer belly, I chuckle like Kris Kringle
Put four grams of cocaine, crushed up in the single
Everyday is Saturday, everyday my gats play
When shit get bad, I'm looking for a badder way
Ol' Dirt McGirt, in concert the bomb burst
To set it off, shoot him in the arm, first
Let him off? Nah, kidnap his mom, first
Told you, when things get worst, nigga, things get worst
Cats be saddling, when the gats splattering
Ol' Dirt, caught one through the lower abdomen
Straight through the back, like the javelin
Word, son, it had to been, still here, battling

[Hook 2X]
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Fuck Y’all[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Why ya'll always be talkin' shit (I'm comin')
You're always talkin' shit (want me I'm come? We coming)
Why ya'll always be talkin' shit (I'm comin')
You're always talkin' shit (want me I'm come? We coming)
Shit (we coming, we coming!)

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm the nigga walkin' through the Hill, with the gun out
Lookin' for the big mouth, showin' off in front of bitches
Talk about Dirt, leave you lumped up in stitches
Dig a lotta ditches, for you six feet spitters
Put the barrel in ya mouth, I'm the shell case shitter
Masquerade paid, stay on the front page
Playin' on streets, like streets was arcade
My hand's all sprayed, like Charles blades the gensu
Feel the lucy, and spark up the neptune
Resurrect them, to dawn on, protect 'em
Outside set up, guess who inject them
Walk through zoo, but no Zu, is Brooklyn
Heavy artillery, thug chains in Brooklyn
Strapped in the back of the Ac', Dirty rolls like that
That's a Crooklyn fact, find Dirty
And you find where the cash is at, fuck y'all

[Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Why ya'll always be talkin' shit (fuck y'all)
Everytime I hear you talkin' shit (fuck y'all)
And anytime I hear you talkin' shit
Will be the last thing that you be talkin', shit (fuck y'all)

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Spit fire like a livewire, the messiah
Take you higher than the last hit, mythological
In pussy logic, gynecolagist you can swallow
Cuz it' O.D.B., bitch!
Bring it like the Warriors, on the D Train
Explosive rap game, like a Meth thing
Spit acid, the Ol' Dirty Bastard
Pull like coast, to toast it, while I'm acid
Ten stories up, penthouse, only us
Meanwhile I'mma strain, what I can't crush
Fresh, wild and bold like the Cold Crush
Purple haze keep a nigga with the robut (fuck y'all)
On the major when the bitch slap, giddy up
I'm an ass man, but I tear the titty up
Tear ya whole city up, bring it if you grittier
Dirty ain't so pretty, even when the legs are levetated
Escalated, cuz I'm made of Baby Jesus
Welfare card expired, so I need this
Dirty rolls like that, that's a hood fact
Find Dirty and you'll find where the cash at

[Hook 5X]
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SussudioDirty?

Phil Collins
Ol' Dirty
Yeah, Su-su-ssudio
Sudioo

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
This recording is dirty and a-stinkin'
Funkier than Pepé Le Pew
So I was thinkin' about droppin' this single on the charts
Letting you know "Hey! The kid has heart"
I never deny myself as being dope
But in my last jam, niggas slept on my notes
You thought that I was weak
Uhh, let me speak
My rhymes come funkier than your grandpa was weak
So listen, mister, don't you ever forget
The rhyme are dirty, you couldn't clean it with Comet
Or even Morax, some try Ajax
Only mix with the best, 48 tracks
Yo, I get down with Ason sound
Lyrics that be flowing from miiiiiles around
So let the music shut ya ass up
And feel the uppercut that would make you fall to your butt
What!

Chorus:

[Female singer]
If he calls me, I'll be there
I'll come running anywhere
He's all I need all my life
Feels so good if I just say the word
Su-Su-ssudio
Just say the word, oooh
Su-Su-ssudio
Uh ohh

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Let me continue verse number two
Style is wild, Dirty stinkin' like doo-doo
If you're hangin' around, you change your mind
If it's a bad influence, but yo it's my rhyme (my rhyme)
I sit down and I say to myself
Sell, yo, or you on the top, shelf
I drop this single for you to get a dose of
As I lay back like a pillow on a sofa
Gettin paid? Yeah, right, fully
My ass can be G one one one
You know me
My rhyme is sugar
Sweet as a honey bee
Tastes like a 40
Stinkin' like OE, yeah
Well I drink Old English
So I speak Old English
If not, I'd be dirty and stinking
And if not, well I guess I'm not
The A-S-O-N, my friend
You wouldn't understand

Chorus:

[Female singer]
If he calls me, I'll be there
I'll come running, anywhere
He's all I need, all my life
Feels so good if I just say the word
Su-Su-ssudio
Just say the word, oooh
Su-Su-ssudio
Uh ohh

If he calls me, I'll be there
I'll come running, anywhere
He's all I need, all my life
Feels so good if I just say the word
Su-Su-ssudio
Just say the word, oooh
Su-Su-ssudio
Uh ohh

If he calls me, I'll be there
I'll come running, anywhere
He's all I need, all my life
Baby
Su-Su-su-ssudio
**************************************************
Go Go Go[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo East New York in this motherfucker, Blahzay Blah in this motherfucker
Brooklyn in this motherfucker, Dirt Dog in this motherfucker, it's on point

[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Come on baby let me you jump, let me see you body rhythm pump
Come on baby let me see you go, let me see you, like go, go, go

[Blah Bloomberg]
Aiyo, my timin' is so precise, gangsta all my life
I don't get robbed, I control the heist
Cold as ice, still nothing, this whole device
Life's a gamble, so I roll the dice
I camed up, still I'm up and coming
Auto start, put on my sneaks, truck is running
Bad broads, that's beyond Beyonce
Eatin' on my body like a dinner entree
What ya'll critics gonna say, don't even risk it
Forget Pillsbury, eat this Blah Blah biscuit
Ya'll watered down the game, man, like bar liquor
It's nothin' for me, I just buy the bar quicker
Oh my God, nigga, I'm in the house, and I'm rowdy
He been doin' this since five thousand on an Audi
Remember "Danger!" Yo, ya'll know Blah
This is grown under water, ya'll ain't even in my sonar

[Hook: Blah Bloomberg (Ol' Dirty Bastard sample)]
The east is in the house like (danger)
About to, turn it out like "Oh My God" (danger)
Put the barrel in your mouth like (danger)
I see the dipper through a blouse, it's "Oh My God" (danger)
Me and Dirty on the floor like (danger)
Me and Dirty pimpin' ho's like "Oh My God"

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
So then you act like you love my little baby
And you know that I act a little crazy

[Hook]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm on the streets lingo, spendin' the spingo
Eazy-E lingo, doin' the dango, the vet' don't wear Kangol
I dare pump my shit, at the club, actin' strange, yo
Smack ya'll niggas in the face, yo
Got wiggas in the place, yo, block party in this motherfucker
I'm the only round actin' like sucka, sucka bitch ass pucker
So don't play this motherfucker, or watch you bird clucker
So don't let yourself break yourself
With the sip and tumble, that will take yourself
I move with that heat that smoke you in your head, man
The shit war, time to take, man, take man

[Hook]

[Hook]

[Blah Bloomberg]
East/West beef is over, gettin' money all over
Set up shop in Cali, then one in deli Dover
Music, or sellin' crack by the Grove
I ain't talkin' about dick, but I'mma stock it to hoes
I'm not gonna grow, I'm the type to explode
Hit this song to walk back in it, then it's gon' be white gold
Eatin' wild timing, ya'll know it's my title
I burn more bushes than Moses in the Bible
But hates gon' Holly, pimpin's gon' Broadway
So many pimps, broads don't know who to pay
But ya'll better have my dough
Come on baby, just go go go
Yo, I once was lost, but now I flaunt
2004 Porsche, all you haters get off
I will board-to-the-board, the-hang-the-hang
Down to the ground, to the ground, they bang, they bang

[Hook]

[Hook]
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Move Back[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 niggas, 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

[Hook 4X: Meeno]
Move back, move back, you can't fuck with me, huh
I'm from the clique 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
Niggas 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

[Hook 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 niggas 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

[Hook 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 niggas, 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 niggas 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 niggas 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'
Niggas ain't hard, niggas 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 clique 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'

[Hook 4X]
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Dirts the Boogie[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie

Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie


[Post-Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Come on, baby, let me hear you jump
Come on, baby, let me see you stomp
Come on, baby, let your body go
Come on, baby, let it flow, flow, flow

Come on, baby, let me hear you jump
Come on, baby, let me see you stomp
Come on, baby, let your body go
Come on, baby, let it flow, flow, flow

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
The most amazing, rhyme blazing, smoke that purple haze and
I'm the Ol' Dirt McGazing
After the club, I'm straight up dazing
I fuck til my nuts shiver up like raisins
Everybody just, do my dance
While your girl, she feel my dick through her pants
I'm the Ol' rotten slang, that Wu-Tang mixture
Leave your head to bang, boom bang licked up
Watch the speaker kick up, bitch eat my dick up
Ass stick up, I'mma hit her quicker
Never find a nigga nasty as Dirty
Still fuck a bitch if her ass is dirty
Still sip the Hennessey if the glass is dirty
You ain't getting shit if your cash ain't dirty

[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie

Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie


[Post-Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Come on, baby, let me hear you jump
Come on, baby, let me see you stomp
Come on, baby, let your body go
Come on, baby, let it flow, flow, flow

Come on, baby, let me hear you jump
Come on, baby, let me see you stomp
Come on, baby, let your body go
Come on, baby, let it flow, flow, flow

[Verse 2: Young Dirty Bastard]
Hit a ho, make her go crazy
Doctor, doctor, she having a baby
(Girl: oh, no, who could it be?)
Out is the son of the ODB
My name is Bar, I'm made like a Maybach car
(Girl: you crazy) What you say that for?
Bar slick with the gift of gab, I throw jabs
(Girl: tell the cop, boy, get your black butt in the lab)
Still got a slab of that welfare cheese
Still get features from government G's
Still looking for a big butt to squeeze
Ol' Dirt, are you gonna give Lil' Dirt a G?

[Chorus: Buddha Monk]
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie

Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie
Dirts the boogie, Dirts the boogie


[Post-Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Come on, baby, let me hear you jump
Come on, baby, let me see you stomp
Come on, baby, let your body go
Come on, baby, let it flow, flow, flow

Come on, baby, let me hear you jump
Come on, baby, let me see you stomp
Come on, baby, let your body go
Come on, baby, let it flow, flow, flow
**************************************************
Zoo Two[Intro]
I just want all y'all to know, the reason why I curse
Because of my momma and my daddy; they grew up cursin'
So please respect my style, please!

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cuts your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiner
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 axe you
How did you intend this --
Competition to get an ass kickin' so tremendous
Oh!, 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 into jet, black kid the nigga started speakin' spanish!
Yo!, he wasn't from Panama
I axed you how you get so fuckin', dark, you said
"suntanama!"
He'll be responded so fast, you made me laugh
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH scared his ass
Kick the hundred strongest rhymes
Then I brought out the punk in him
Caught him with a strong five deadly venom
Told him!, enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll crush any shit you brang
I watch your ass take a big fall, why?!
My Main Source, is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to batman, I play you the riddler
You try to jew me for a rhyme nigga, I'll change to Hitler
I go out like a Nazi, wish your fuckin' ass stayed, home and played (Yahtzee!)
Or watchin' Happy Days sweatin' Poxie
With Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi
Wu, who? Me gettin wreck talk to him
He's like a twelve and a half foot, gettin' in a seven shoe
Now picture that with a Minolta
I have your ass doin' some Night Fever shit like John Travolta
I come strong I make knowledge born, I flip the script
And rock on from P.M. , past the fucking Dawn
Pass the Hammer you're broke down, niggas grab my what what
You can't understand it, here's the panorama
A complete view, of how I defeat you
Shoulda stepped to those god damn kids who tried to beat you
Yeah I bust that ass before
You ran to Texas and came back but forgot the chainsaw!
And wanna perform a massacre
Better be coming with some motherfucking shit that's spectacular
I bust y'all..
**************************************************
Dirty & Grimey[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
"It's the Ol' Dirty Bastard" - scratched up throughout
Hold on, muthfuckas, ya'll know Dirty?

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
It's the Ol' Dirty Bast'
Cut ya face, with a piece of old dirty glass
Bitch, shake ya dirty ass
Run up in your stash house, on a dirty mat
It's the Dirt McGirt, a/k/a Osirus
Spread my bullets around like a virus
Nigga, from the Wu-Camp, nigga
Slap ya face with a wet food stamp, nigga
I'mma make the world, do my dance
Try to lock me down, but I'm back in my stance
Wave my gun around, like it's part of my hand
Bout to take this game, like, 'pardon me, man'
Dirt McGirt, I'm a family man
But I still hold tools like a handyman
Say my name three times like Candyman
It's the what, what, what...

[Hook: Swizz Beatz (N.O.R.E.) w/ Ol' Dirty Bastard acting wild]
Cuz we can do it like this
(Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt
Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt
Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt
Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt)
Cuz we can do it like this
(Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt
Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt
Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt
Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt)
Cuz we can do it like this

[N.O.R.E.]
Who get drunker than, N.O.R.E., on a Sunday
And on the way to Sunday school, intoxicated
See ah, lord forgive me, I'm a ex-coke flipper
And skipped on that good ol' bitch, she got a strip of these
Niggas is bitch-made, I got a switchblade
And I pack guns, shootin' niggas since the sixth grade
Mac Milli, Millitainment, it's La Familia, now
Guess it's niggas all in your rap, ain't gotta kill you now
Nore never slack off, I smoke a pack soft
And I run deep in this bitch, and let that mack off
Bing, Nore got a whole lotta bitches
Out of character, and eating out a whole lotta dishes
In my lifetime, sippin' on white wine, caveza
Nore ran twiz, get a whole lotta head
Ching, simple like uno, dos, tres, ah'
And I leave the crib, and grab the tech, cuz I'm the drastic

[Hook 2X]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Oh shit! Oh shit!
Ya'll remember when me and Mariah
I'm back with the kid, spit fire
Dirt McGirt, I break up the earth
My ice is white and blue, like Papa Smurf
Stash niggas like crack, throw them under the earth
Then past the dirt pound, and ask 'em "do it hurt, now?"
Ya'll gonna make me back the truck
To the Dash, O.D.B., that's what's up

[Hook]

[Outro: Swizz Beatz]
Cuz we can do it like this
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Don’t Hurt Me[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, stepping fresh out the clean, through the fog
I be that Ol' stinkin' Dirt McGirt dog, with a hurtin' for ya
That nigga liftin' ya skirt, learned it in the dark
Hurtin' bitches feelings on purpose, I'm a dog
Biting, no -- I don't bite, see
I just like to nibble on ya nipple, a little
It's not a riddle, or game, with dope
I just wanna stroke or poke, you in the right place
As if your pussy got a nice face
You need to stop fucking with lightweights
See my Roc chain is heavy, cock game, is ready
To shoot, oh bitch, go get cute
Cuz you can easily get treated like a prostitute
Please believe me, I like it raw, because I'm so freaky
Dirty, but a nigga still shining when you see me
You know that nigga, A, Son
Never been tooken out, Dame, good looking out
Hoes holla!

[Hook: Rhymefest (girl) {Ol' Dirty Bastard}]
I'mma keep it real, don't hurt me
A nigga like me, love the ill punani, cuz I'm dirty
Please don't flirt with the Dirt McGirt
When I'm done, liftin' ya skirt, then this mic get hurt, u know
(Don't hurt me, Dirty) {Okay}
(I promise, I won't you, Dirty) {You sure?}
(Don't hurt me, again) {Okay} (Don't, don't, don't hurt me again)

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Aiyo, my album gets crazy, but I'm still on the low
Your style is flashy, and you don't got no hoes
Don't front, I spit classics, you know how it go
On my leisure, Lisa give me so much throat
Well I need ya, bitch, betta have my dough
And Indonesia, in the Dutch, already rolled
Don't let 'em fool ya, tell you, Ol' Dirty's a joke
Somebody school her, tell her Ol' Dirty's a pro
First it's marriage.... then it's babies....
You know, Dirt love the babies.... (aiyo, bounce with me now)
It's game time, baby, ball with me now, I'm in your court, now
In your grand marquee, on tour with me now
With the Benz, laid back, in the hood with me now
Momma said she wanna go with me, cuz I make her feel good
When she go away with me, Ol' Dirty, nigga!

[Hook]

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (girl)]
(Don't hurt me, again, don't, don't, don't hurt me again)
Yeah, I'm back, what you thought?
(Don't hurt me, again, don't, don't, don't hurt me again)
Shake ya ass to this!
**************************************************
How Ya Feelin’[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (girl)]
Oh yeah...
What what, got your money
What what, (dirty), what what
What what, (dirty), yeah, yeah

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
My niggas better raise it up, fruit punch in my cup, so what?
Ol' Dirty, I served my time, now I'm out and gonna have a good time
My new account is kinda different, cuz I'm 'ready spendin' all my dimes
What what, give me a check for 9, zero, zero, zero, zero
Count count 'em, muthafucka, this mine
Now, I just better finish my rhyme
Before my muthafuck' appeal come, what the fucking due line

[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
No, sip-ping, alco-hol, at all (no way)
No, smo-king, Phil-ly, blunts, or Backwoods (no way)
No, lea-ving, the state, of New York (stay home)
It's, all good, long as I can, still feel some breasts

[Hook 2X: girl (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
(And how ya feeling, Dirty?) I feel good!
(I'm glad you are) Yeah, me too!
(I wanna love you, Dirty) I wanna love you back!
(Can I get a..) baby, just, baby just, wiggle that booty!

[Bridge: girl]
Ahhhhh, a wiggle-wiggle, a wiggle-wiggle
Dirty...

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I never will forget the way
Dame Dash, send a limo for me
(What what), signed me up for the team
VH1, caught me doing my thing
I had bitches in the limo actin' like they fucking rolling with king
Shopping sprees on Fifth Ave., backrubs, bubble baths
Ol' Dirty fucked, come, clean my ass
Now I'm straight, gotta spit for my chips
With nothing in my system that would get me incarcerated

[Hook]

[Bridge 2X]

[Hook 2X]

[Bridge 2X]

[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Sing this song
Dirt, Dirt, Dirt, Dirt McGirt, Girt, Girt, Girt
Straight from Wu, Wu who?, Wu who? Wu who?, ahh
Dirt, Dirt, Dirt, Dirt McGirt, Girt, Girt, Girt
Straight from Wu, Wu who?, Wu who? Wu who?, ahh
Dirt, Dirt, Dirt, Dirt McGirt, Girt, Girt, Girt
Straight from Wu, Wu who?, Wu who? Wu who?, ahh

[Bridge]
**************************************************
Give It To Ya Raw (LP Version)[Intro]
Give it to ya raw!
Yo, it's that old school shit
About 12 years old

[Verse 1]
Let's get physical, operate your brain to function
I remember the Gods at the junction
Conjunction, junction, what's your function?
I summed it up as the Ason 'sumption
Known on the microphone as Crazy Crucial
Dipping low on an MC like you ain't doin' you
Something, so step to the shit right now
Kick another gig in my goddamn town
No one is fresher, I damage the deadly
Daredevil doin' 'cause I am the U-N
I-Q-U-E, funky fresh
Funky dude get hype, you're motherfucking right I do
Ason, break it down, sure, anytime
Assure he is outstanding, never end, clever in the rhyme
Break down your shit, however you come
There's no one who can fuck with Ason (Give it to you)
I paralyze you, make you realize who
Lost concern with my goddamn crew
Quiet as kept when I start any fuckin riots
Even 'fore you do it, my nigga, don't try it (Even)
For you to get close enough to my style
You have to travel miles and miles and miles
To find a special rhyme like mines, you gotta look
You might even find it in the Brooklyn Zoo
Look as you're killing the beat with all your might
If lovin' hip-hop's wrong, baby, I don't wanna be right
Wake up, what? What? Losing your head
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Juvenile fraction of hard, you say you're living large
You're the head nigga in charge (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I give it to ya raw
I said I give it to ya raw
I'm Ason, baby, I'm the Ason, baby
I'm Ason, baby, I'm the Ason
I'm Ason, baby, I'm the Ason
Givin' it to ya raw baby
The raw deal, because

[Verse 2]
These lovely rhymes made by the one and only
I'm Ason, there's nothing phony about me
Steady of course, so hard to handle with it
Like a specialist, I write my own music
That will make you dance, get drunk or act wild
Ladies be sayin', "Hey, hey, I love your style"
Whether you're sober, yo, just behold the Casanova
Get chopped with the lawn mower (Give it to ya)
So get busy as Ason perform
On and on, ladies scream my name, "Ason"
That means God, Ason, girls romantic
Repeat it so much you catch a throat infection
Yo, I relieve the ones who believe
You're in the need of the God degree
That I build on with style and finesse
Keep MCs in check like a game of chess
So to the folks, come to my rehearsals
I look so good I should be on the commercials
On TV that can tell a vision no lie
I'm the Ason, most high
Use your keys and start the ignition
They'll never forget they can choke on position
Don't charge a cent of excellent
Add the ingredients of Ason's elements
Fire, water, gold, earth, wood
Yo, through the knowledge because it is good
Enough to overstuff jumbo pack
Brother like Ason will never be attacked
A by a nigga couldn't figure how to pull the gun trigger
I said, "Yo, get the fuck outta here"

[Outro]
The Sugarhill Gang niggas
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, all of— yo, I can't remember all you niggas back in the days
Zulu Nation, you know what I'm sayin'?
All you motherfuckers, man, I just wanna say I love ya
Givin' it to ya, know what I'm sayin'?
All you breakdancin' niggas, freestyle poppin'
You know who was the baddest niggas? I ain't gon' say nothin'
But y'all know who was the baddest niggas in that shit
You know?
See, I was one of them niggas doin' this shit seventeen years
And I just wanna let all y'all MCs know all across the land
You got any problems, any beefs, you can bring that shit
'Cause I don't give a fuck
I'm the baddest nigga, I don't give a fuck
I been doin' this for seventeen joints
What? What?
Shut the fuck up, you little-ass nigga
I said, have you heard a—
I said, have you heard a—
**************************************************
Straight from Lockdown (Stand Up Remix)* bonus track on international versions of album

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Straight from lockdown... don't you bother me, don't you bother me
Ol' Dirty Bastard, Dirt McGirt, old school style
Roc-a-Fella, Wu-Tang

[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, 2Pac 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
Record sales overflow, set up in Ontario
Kill the Navajo, bustin' pistacchio
On a high plateau, the shit's a rodeo
How I bully the shit, and make this nigga blow

[Chorus: 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

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I rock a forty block, I shit mash dead lock
I'm bitches as peacock, you can't hold the money block
Unorthodox, know his ice, by quotin' 2Pac
Rap box, who do you think solid by, movin' chicken pox
Who walk knocks, equal not
The slickest movin' the hot, on your boom box
Sold major xerox, pussy is remote control
Cuz of the bank role, M.C.'s more black hole
My pockets cholesterol, pussy arouser
Take 'em off like trausers, the eyebrowser
Moses, move like Jehovah, rappers a four-leaf clover
Get this money, like Oprah, in the yellow range rover, push over
Sippin' in our frozen, like I'm ship closing
Til you see fucked up, cuz I'm exposing
All this Wu-Tang shit, comin' at your war
Moving see-saw, on the Billboard charts, ya'll

[Chorus 2X]
**************************************************
Pop Shots (Clinton Sparks Remix)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
None of you, nuh, betta look at funny
Nuh, you know my name now -- ODB

[Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (sample)]
As I poppppppppppp, shotttttttttttttttttts (we gon' pop these shots!)
As I po-a-opppppppp, shotttttttttttttttttts (we gon' pop these shots!)

[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 county, with like 3 or 4 charges
Young when started, but I had a talent
To get this package off, cuz I took it as a challenge
Til 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

[Hook 2X]

[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

[Hook 2X]

[Outro: cut up samples]
"ODB" - cut it up
"Recognize I'm a fool, and you lovin' me"
**************************************************
Pop Shots (Remix)[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"
"Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang"

[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard w/ samples cut]
As I po-a-oooooop, shotttttttttttttttttts
As I po-a-oooooop, shotttttttttttttttttts
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, they 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 and started, but I had a talent
To get this package off, cause I took it as a challenge
So older niggas 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...."

[Hook w/ samples]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Toe to toe, I scrapped with the best
If I spit ten rhymes, nigga nine gon' connect

[Lil' Fame]
Crime time, one-seven-one-eight Marxmen
Chill Dirty I got this

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Tell 'em who the fuck I be

[Lil' Fame]
F-I, Z, Z-Y
Famesta bitch; duke you ain't heard, you fuckin with
Weird Al Yankovich, Brook-nam bangers
See y'all niggas 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"

[Hook w/ samples]

"Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang"
"Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang"
"See my name is the ODB"

[Hook w/ samples to fade]
**************************************************
Don’t Stop Ma (Out of Control)[Intro: Chops]
You listening to a Chops production
And MB's the click, ODB, Dirt McGirt, tell 'em

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, roof is on fire, bitch, put it out
Out of control, flames spinnin' out
When you get real deep, dig it out
When you rollin' up the L, pig it out
Pop the cork, respect, pour it out
White Horse in the house, roll it out
If it's goods on the wood, throw 'em out
I'll be there, pop, you can dig it out

[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Dirt Dog, want the red rug, roll it out
You saw the grip, and I ain't ashamed to pull it out
My fault, cuz you said you gonna bring it out
And you know it ain't comin', til I'm singin' out
Oh, don't stop ma, got my legs shakin' here, don't stop ma
You'se a real freak girl, gotta give you props
Cuz I feel the bam bam when my bed rock

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Rollin' on your stair, bitch, pick her out
Out of control, and can't slut her out
Big girls, you can get it, no doubt
You jumpin' off, with the pretty little mouth
Don't expect to trip down south
Uh-uh, and relay in my baby mama house
Let's fuck, girl, time's running out
Mama be home at five, on the dot

[Hook]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Fuckin' up my party, bitch, throw 'em out
Out of control, my name, wide 'em out
Fill the arenas, the Roc, sell 'em out
Get mad shit on the curb, and pout
When I left the Billboards, what drought
Serious thought, for those who wanna doubt
Move with felony niggas, that just came out
And thunders that be spittin' in heavy, like four pounds

[Hook]
**************************************************
Who Can Make it Happen Like Dirt?[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
This is dedicated, to allllllll you bitch assssssss

[Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Who can make it happen like Dirt?
Bury motherfuckers like Dirt?
A Dirty for drama, get's worse
Who can make it happen like Dirt?, tell me

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Standin' over bodies with a shovel
Standin' over bad, til my beef all settle
On another level, cuz I dance with the Devil
Then I slap a bitch in the eye, with the bezzle
Starin' at ice, so my nine stare back
Then I shoot first, so you won't shoot back
Criminal thoughts, sippin' on Similac
If I walk with a limp, then it's pimp tag scrap
On sundown, you gonna eat these rounds
Roll on the bitch ass, with the tops dropped down
Dirty stay focused on the bend, deep nigga
Then I will offend, who offend me, nigga

[Hook 2X]

[Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Who can make it happen like Dirt?
Bury motherfuckers like Dirt?
When the cavalry come, and you face these guns
Who can make it happen like Dirt?

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
If you sittin' beside me in the church
One hand on the bible, on hand on your purse
Fuckin' the deacon's wife, like I'm Judas
Y'all thank God, while me and my stank, do this
Had her online like desktop computers
We ran the train, like rush hour commuters
Pack a pussy, like porn stars, yea, ya'll
Who can make it happen, Dirt Dog, the rock star
Bury motherfuckers who come, so stay far
I can send a bullet back to when, ya'll start war
Who can make it happen like Dirt?
Who can get it clappin' like Dirt?
Who can make it happen like Dirt?

[Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Who can make it happen like Dirt?
Bury motherfuckers like Dirt?
When the cavalry come, and you face these guns
Who can make it happen like Dirt?
**************************************************
Anybody[Intro: C-Murder]
Tytanic, let's wake 'em up, ya heard?
Yeah, it's real out here
Justing chill about it now (chill boy)
Some of the ODB what?
NYC CP-3 nigga what?
Let me ask you a question
What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?)
How you feel like my name now (How you feel 'bout me now?)
How you feel like C now?
What do you think about the ODB now? (What?)
What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?)
How you feel like my name now (How you feel about me now?)
How you feel like my name now (I told you I wanted somethin')

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, bite that point, the habit of breathin'
No hope to find, that you're misbehavin'
Link your cupid and fuck your brewin'
Flash the burgers on your crewin'
Cause I must different from the other MC's
I got the amazing ability
I get on the mic so you can have a ball
I could fly through the air and stick to the wall
I could take a punch or get hit by a car
Could go to the nearest or farthest star
As a matter of fact it's what I won't talk about
Hoppin' and goin' out of his trace just to be in the house

[Hook: E-40]
I'm so pimped out about my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 Clock extra dickless (extra dickless)
For Anybody of them wanna pop off at the lip
Anybody that wanna give me banana split
It's only E-40, Murder in this biatch
All the money motivated me to biatch
Three soldiers from the East, South and West
Street soldiers holdin' it down for they septs (for they septs)

[Verse 2: C-Murder]
I'm C-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the Dirty Bastard
And my flows comin' faster than a jet to Alaska
I ask ya how you feelin' my collabo'
The CP3, the ODB from NYC the ghetto B
Light it up, let it cook, look in the mirror, as we crush
Don't worry about how it looks, put some money on my books
Only God can judge me now
That's when I heard the click clown
I was Christened ,I ain't with them, am I RZA
Let them whistles out them pistols
Let loose on them troops and then shake 'em like Cherok smoke
I slam dunk 'em like Shaq
I wanna be free, I'm not guilty, do you feel me?

[Hook: E-40]
I'm so pimped out about my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 Clock extra dickless (extra dickless)
For Anybody of them wanna pop off at the lip
Anybody that wanna give me banana split
It's only E-40, Murder in this biatch
All the money motivated me to biatch
Three soldiers from the East, South and West
Street soldiers holdin' it down for they septs (for they septs)

[Verse 3: E-40]
Hey sluggin', wanna hit this rock down (rock down)
I only got one world, mane, I feel like take this to the thick of him
Under there, got the smell, you do the ho you hear
Fuck it there, let me get a swig of that Thunder Bird
OK, it's cute, it's squashed
Now, no though mane, lets have a back wash
Yeah you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is
That boy spittin', what's his name? 40, quarter, biatch

[Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I stays in place, place stays in me
I'm a vision of truth, just a true MC
Love hiphop so much, mic won't untouched
Thugs grow unbust, bitch won't get fucked
Every 40 ounce cracked, every napsack packed
Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass, the record gets scratched
Oh, the record gets scratched, the record gets scratched

[Hook]
I'm so pimped out about my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 Clock extra dickless (extra dickless)
For Anybody of them wanna pop off at the lip
Anybody that wanna give me banana split
It's only E-40, Murder in this biatch
All the money motivated me to biatch
Three soldiers from the East, South and West
Street soldiers holdin' it down for they septs (for they septs)

[Outro: E-40]
And there you have it
E-40 the Fonzarelli
The  from the Soyo block soil
Turf hall, been through it all
Ball 'til we have it all (ball 'til we have it all)
Oh boy ooo me (not me)
Oo we better than ooo me
I'm so damned stalk on my self on crack by self
Ay look where c-murder at?
Me and Ol' Dirty Bastard got the same birthday
If you don't stay your ass out of trouble
Me and Ol' Dirty Bastard got the same birthday
Ay we got the nigga Tytanic on the beat
What's up boy? ODB
We got the same motherfuckin' birthday
11 -15 Scorpio, November Scorpio we tight motherfuckers
We look at the motherfucking memes when we get on the good one I can't please foul while y'all on the good one
I'm on thought, I'm not throw em a paw but I only give lood
What the fuck you drinkin'? Fortay
Shit I'm off this motherfucking .......
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FantasyShoe do do do do do do do
Shoe do do do do do do yeah
Shoe do do do do do do do
Shoe do do do do do do yeah
Shoe do do do do do do do
Shoe do do do do do do yeah
Shoe do do do do do do do
Shoe do do do do do do yeah
Oh, when you walk by every night
Talking sweet and looking fine
I get kinda hectic inside
Mmm 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, sweet fantasy, baby
When I close my eyes
You come and you take me
On and on and on
So deep in my daydreams
But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby
Shoe do do do do do do do
Shoe do do do do do do yeah
Shoe do do do do do do do
Shoe do do do do do do yeah
Shoe do do do do do do do
Shoe do do do do do do yeah
Shoe do do do do do do do
Shoe do do do do do do yeah
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 sweet, sweet fantasy, baby
When I close my eyes
You come and you take me
On and on and on
So deep in my daydreams
But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby
Shoe do do do do do do do
Shoe do do do do do do yeah
Shoe do do do do do do do
Shoe do do do do do do yeah
Shoe do do do do do do do
Shoe do do do do do do yeah
Shoe do do do do do do do
Shoe do do do do do do yeah
It's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby
When I close my eyes
You come and you take me
On and on and on
So deep in my daydreams
But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby
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
It's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby
When I close my eyes
You come and you take me
On and on and on
So deep in my daydreams
But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby
Sweet, sweet fantasy, baby
When I close my eyes
You come and you take me
On and on and on
So deep in my daydreams
But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby
Sweet, sweet fantasy, baby
Sweet, sweet fantasy, baby
Shoe do do do do do do do
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Operator* original version w/o The Clipse, additional two ODB verses

[Chorous: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Pharrell Williams)]
Operator (operator)
Get the police (she's so fine)
Operator (operator)
Get the police (she's so finen)
Look at that girl (she's so fine)
Look at that girl (say it again)
Look at that girl (must be a crime)
Operator

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Met this bitch, by the name of Suzy
She was a bad bitch, she had a big ol' booty
She got me set up, when I went to the projects
Bad ass bitch, she was the one to holla at
Had another bitch by the name of Precilla
You know that bad bitch, she taste like vanilla
In my car, looking good like that
Getting money, making rushes, down with rats
Saying to myself, no one can defeat me
I got my dick out, come on bitch, feed me
Let shit out, go down the throat
Nigga like me, never miss a note
If rain, I got coke, so I can't soaked
Make a nigga go, I takes that dough
Get hot like Superfly
I'm the best at this shit and I don't know why

[Chorus]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Girls with money, drippin' from your ass
I don't give a fuck, I'm smoking grass
You known me from down the block, I'm that good
Sold to your people in your neighborhood
Baby how you want, the period is yummy
The diamonds in my mouth, I'm eatin' gummy
The feet bitch, I'm not lookin' at the corn
The way you farted, smell like them horns
You got enough body, enough to start a fight
Your deep throat, me solo, say all night
I'm movin' on you, screwin' on you
Don't know what I'm doing on you
Ain't your man, but I know I'm chewing on you
You'll be best, when me and you leave the set
Got rubies, how did you get them neck?
How do you feel about that bitch, if the bitch is a fatty
Hit that bitch, now take it from me

[Chorus]

[Hook 4X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (girl)]
If you ain't sweating, there's something wrong, girl
(I am....) Say it louder

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Now bitch tell me right now, why you trying to kill me
As if that I like bitches like Eazy-E
You float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Knock that ho out like Muhammad Ali
Spin in my mouth, throw your knees to the floor
Squeel like a pig, I squeel like a whore
Squeel like a motherfucker, do on tour
69 girl, get on all fours
Winter, Spring, Summertime, Fall
When I walk down the street, do a man whore
Black blueberry bitch, stink, girls itch
Forget two G, I'm filthy man rich
Tuesday, Wednesday, I take off
Get it bitch, get it, my dick needs floor
I'm gonna get this CREAM, teen girl, hurt you, fuck laws
Movin' on your broads, fly skit tours

[Chorus 2X]
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Work For Me[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Dirty, ya'll niggas get the fuck up
I'm out of jail, nigga, I'm out of jail
What more, nigga, Dirty
Go and get the fuck out, I'mma pull
One of your muthafucka's eye, ahh, something
Dirt McGirt, muthafucka

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Ya'll know who I am, what?
Dirt McGirt, baby, whose the man?
What part you fools don't understand
Been away now, I'm back by popular demand
Ain't a damn thing changed, nigga, back up
First nigga to act up, get smacked up
Orange suits on hand, Dirty this, Dirty that
Yo, where Dirty at? But now Dirty back
My girl is nasty, her booty is stank
I fucked her all night, until a nigga shoot blanks
Doggystyle, will never spill my drink
Then smoke a blunt, and watch the shit on tape
You can sit on my face, I like the taste
If my P.O. call, tell that bitch to wait
I break ya face, invade your space
Don't make the mistake, tell me who is in the place what?

[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, let me see you work something
Slow down, don't hurt nothing
You nasty, ain't ya? You freaky, ain't ya?
Get ya ass over here, shake it like ya just don't care
Now bounce-bounce, move it over here, now
Work, work, move it over here

[Young Chris]
History, I do her, then we split up
Lyon call, whenever, we ready to get up
I ain't never been hit up, with a line that's strong
Have a nigga fuck the shit up, with his love, that's wrong
Got a hell of a body, yeah, I love that tone
And god damn, I love that moan
There's just something about you, make a nigga stay all night long
My undercover freak the shit
It's cool, cuz her peeps was rich
So whatever I want covered, and she got my peeps' pitch right
So when I'm on the road, or a girl play the show
She can respect homebase, she play the codes
Nasty as she wanna be, shaking that ass right in front of me
Can't seem to keep her from up under me
And how I am, try'nna see if chirp gash
Shake it for the Gunnerz and Dirt, shh..

[Hook]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm dirty, just like the dirty south
I talk dirty, wash out my dirty mouth
I'm dirty, just like the dirty south
Talk dirty, wash out my dirty mouth
What, nigga? Why you wanna get me started?
Got me in the club with Tha Alkaholiks
On the down low, like I'm ducking the warrant
Getting head in the back by the bathroom toilet
There's beauty all around, let me see the performance
She down for whatever, you know I'mm all for it
Gotta spark hard, hoppin' sports bar
After this, it's the Marriot courtyard
Gold card, I'mma max it out
Just keep your titties shaking and the apples out
You can, stick around, honey, that's no doubt
Bust a nut, then I'm passing out

[Hook 2X]
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Caked Up[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Baby Sham)]
Yo, this Dirt McGirt representin' Brooklyn
We gettin' ready to wreck shit up, downtown, uptown
(Boroughs, ya'll niggas 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!

[Hook: 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

[Hook]

[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

[Hook]

[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
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Danger Zone[Hook: girl (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
In the danger zone, in the danger zone
(Say what?
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
Lounge, homeboy, you in the danger zone
In the danger zone, in the danger zone)

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
From coke to PCP, from Marie to Penelope
I'mma smoke this cocaine, like white boys smoke trees
Can I get that G, autograph me
I feel like a refugee how people run up on me
Pussy is powerful, it feels wonderful
It got me worshipful, money is plentiful
Niggas is full, and plus your bored
Any girl I pull is too wall for war
Power plug on, pussy turned on
I rocked it on, rap colored thong
Weight, I put on, strong like protons
I polly, then I'm gone, my style carries on
It's my party, holdin' too much hotty
Go and dance, and it's a robbery, actin' all snobbery
Real name: Moses, I pantyhose it
To all my hoes, industry, I sow's this

[Hook]

[Joe Budden]
Where the aluminum bats'll give welts
And niggas wear ratchets in they belts
Nah, niggas wear ratchets like belts
Nah, it ain't good, but if you say the wrong thing
In my hood, might as well, say the casket just fell
Collapse from that smell, he dodgin' po-po
Niggas wanna act like they mafioso
All they see is me, when I spark the four-four
With a red dot, bigger than the Target logo
Dudes be superhuman, on some X-Men shit
With fast ways, you the only dead man to live
So act tough, til he see his best man give
Now he pro-black, on some X-Clan shit
For realer, I ain't a killer, but don't push me
Revenge ain't sweet, when a muthafucka pussy
So get loud, get piped, get drunk, get live
Get tough, get hype, go ahead, get smacked, nigga

[Hook 1.5X]
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FreestyleOne, two and three through your raps fatigued in this mc word is a minor league/ see when brothas speak they swear it's unique, just a peak physique of an old antique / don't except a project, that's bond to freeze, your hardheaded stiff neck siamese / see i never liked rhymes, that's incomplete then again obsolete, shall i repeat, it's an easy street/ brothas who earn, learn your sojourn then you return, as an intelligent, positive, messenger not an experiment, negative, lucifer, with the tinited gloss of grafted skin, not the light spring source of the true origin / who was thor, wizard of war, cave man best friend was a damn dinosaur / no more jungle life living from the blue lagoon / its not an animal house, national lampoon / if you know the what, when, why and how / have you feel into a zen or to disallow / a fresh mc that will knock you down, i get you dizzy spell-bound, like a merry go round quan to u live and raw



I didn't catch everything if you can fix it thanks!!
**************************************************
Here Comes the Judge[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard {Buddha Monk}]
I was drivin' an Accord, nominated at awards
Back in the days drivin' an Accord
Run-uhhn-uuhhn-uhhn, nominated at awards
Back in the days drivin' an Accord
Everybody rise (Wu-Tang)
(This slang) You know (this rhyme) you came to America
(that's our thang)
(I hang) And took over the black woman (and her reply)
(Is slang) The black woman wanted the Judge
(They runnin' from the cops)
They run, runnin', run, runnin', runnin', runnin'
Here Comes the Judge, here Comes the Judge
Here Comes the Judge, here Comes the Judge
Here Comes the Judge, here Comes the Judge
Here Comes the Judge, here Comes the Judge
Here Comes the Judge, here Comes the Judge
Here Comes the Judge, here Comes the Judge
{Give it to me now}

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard (girl)]
Here comes my Mac
I don't need this shit owned by stack
I don't need you to monitor my perimeter (I wanna [?])
Got me Accord, take me to judge
{*sniff*} Sittin' broke
Nominated at awards
Back in the days drivin' Accords
I didn't have nothing to give
I didn't have no life to live
Bastard C'Mon
Aaahhhhhhhhaahhhhhhh

[Break: Buddha Monk (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Hey hey excuse me Mr. Russell Jones
Will you please calm down and tell the story?
Just the story (aheh aheh)
We want nothing else, just the story
(No disrespect Judge)
(Police-police-police)
(Police-police-police)
(Dirty ass, Dirty ass, Dirty ass)
"I come camouflaged" --] Zoo Keeper
(Dirty scorpian)
"Uh uh Judge your honor Pig Meat, sir don't you
Remember me"
"No who are you boy?"
"Well I'm the fella that introduced you to your wife"
"To my wife? Life you son of a (gun you)"

[Verse 2: Buddha Monk]
Yo, start the attack with dirt up cats that's wack
Wants to be a gun blazer but jacks the flavor tracks
I numb out frames, don't blame it on the cocaine
What is sure to be the blame is the bullets of which you obtained
Zoo or Zi Tribe and will live to be trifle
News stands everywhere shows Zoo homicidal
Extra extra read all about it
Dirt Dog's Dirty cousin kills off Franklin and Madison
This Dirty hiphop, tryna stop the raw lights
Zu shoot down on the block, I need beamie of Scotch
Block is mad hot, bad boys want their fuckin hollar
Asked for Information, got it from a bitch named Tmara
Click click, a bloaw bloaw bloaw
Wish y'all woulda crawled with her
Would have killed that bitch off, and fucked her ugly daughter
Hahaahhhahaaa

[Outro: Judge]
Mr. Russell Jones and Mr. Ellery Chambers
Would you please stand
The court finds you guilty as charged
I am the honorable Judge Pig Meat
No longer will you make a mockery of the justice system
The honorable Judge Pig Meat has spoken
I sentence you to life
Hahahahaha
I am the Judge, I am the Judge, I am the Judge, I am the Judge
I am the Judge, I am the Judge, I am the Judge, I am the Judge
I am the Judge!
**************************************************
Danger 2004[Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard]
"When the east is in the house" Jeru the Damaja (sample) Oh my god! (2X)
Yo East New York in this muthafucka, Blahzay Blah in this muthafucka
Brooklyn in this muthafucka, Dirt Dog in this muthafucka, it's on point
Come on baby let me jump, let me see you body rhythm pump
Come on baby let me see you go, let me see you, like go, go, go

[Outloud]
Aiyo, my timin' is so precise, gangsta all my life
I don't get get robbed, I control the heist
Cold as ice, still mountin' this whole device
Life's a gamble, so I roll the dice
I tamed up, still I'm up and coming
Auto start, put on my sneaks, truck is running
Bad broads, that's beyond Beyonce
Eatin' on my body like a dinner at entree
What ya'll critics gonna say, don't even risk it
Forget Pillsbury, eat this Blah Blah biscuit
Ya'll watered down the game, man, like bar liquor
It's nothin' for me, I just buy the bar quicker
Oh my God, nigga, I'm in the house, and I'm rowdy
He been doin' this since five thousand on an Audi
Remember "Danger!" Yo, ya'll know Blah
This is grown under water, ya'll ain't even in my sonar

[Hook: Outloud (Ol' Dirty Bastard sample)]
The east is in the house like (danger)
About to, turn it out like "Oh My God" (danger)
Put the barrel in your mouth like (danger)
I see the dipper through a blouse, it's "Oh My God" (danger)
Me and Dirty on the floor like (danger)
Me and Dirty pimpin' ho's like "Oh My God"

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
So then you act like you love my little baby
And you know that I act a little crazy
Come on baby let me jump, let me see your body rhythm pump
Come on baby let me see you go, let me see you, like go, go, go
I'm on the streets lingo, spendin' the spingo
Eazy-E lingo, doin' the dango, the vet' don't wear Kangol
I dare pump my shit, at the club, actin' strange, yo
Smack ya'll niggas in the face, yo
Got wiggas in the place, yo, block party in this muthafucka
I'm the only round actin' like sucka, sucka bitch ass puffer
So don't play this muthafucka, or watch you bird clucker
So don't let yourself break yourself
With the sip and tumble, that will take yourself
I move with that heat that smoke you in your head, man
The shit war, time to take, man, take man

[Hook 2/3]

[Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard]
Come on baby let me jump, let me see your body rhythm pump
Come on baby let me see you go, let me see you, like go, go, go
**************************************************
Down South[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you (We about to hurt somethin' up in here)

[Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Them down south niggas been loved Dirt
Take a shot to the head, if you been through the worse
Show respect to your niggas, 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

[Hook 2X]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Dirt McGirt, you niggas 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

[Hook 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

[Hook to fade]
**************************************************
Lintballz[Intro: Zoo Keeper (Popa Chief) {Ol' Dirty Bastard}]
*Popa Chief singing "Do or die, do or die, do or die
Do or die" throughout intro*
(What's your move bitch nigga?)
Suttin' ain't goin' down like that
I ain't lettin' niggas know they ain't know
(what's goin' on in yo life
How you gonna get what you ain't got?
You know what I'm sayin'?) You ain't gonna get it
(Yeah) That's the way it's goin' down
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuckers are around
{Yo I mastered the art of Shadowboxin'!}

[Hook : Popa Chief]
Do or die, ball or fly
Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high
But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up
It's time to turn the heat up
And catch these papes like cooked up
What?
Do or die, ball or fly
Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high
But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up
It's time to turn the heat up
And catch these papes like cooked up
What?

[Verse 1: 12 O'Clock]
Niggas waitin' for hook up, get shook up
Never get your weight off and do a push up
You smokin' all my purple kush up
Don't make me push and rook up
Get you touched up, I lift my wrist up, yup, yup
Now niggas know Lil' Diggs, only twice wore a suit
Had sex in a group with a couple of bitches dance for loot
See I'mma tell them niggas about spendin' all they loot
Partyin' and trickin' on bitches and don't recoup
I got my own version of roots
Cracker ass nigga pickin' cotton and polishin' my Brooklyn Zoo boots
The new news is Brooklyn Zoo
Sunz and Two On Da Road, Blue, Crazy Cuffie Fam too

[Verse 2: Prodigal Sunn]
Yo, I ain't tryin' to be on no forever broke shit
So I made myself eatin' these streets where blood leak
Me and my whole fleet smoke trees, blow heat, roll unique
Do or die tactics, and keep us sharp on our feet, meak
And all we do is make classics, CCF, the Unit
Dirt Dog, the Zoo, Ghetto Government, get your ratchet
95% of them niggas is faggots, and I've had it up to here
See our face this year, appear
On your TV screen, we stay green
Money makes the world go around, know what I mean-ean?
New team, fresh and clean clean on your scene
Now sing along, sing along, y'all know the theme-heme

[Popa Chief {*singing*}]
Now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die (aarrgh, wooh)
Now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die (oohhh)

[Verse 3: Hell Razah]
Yeah, bitches wanna bone a nigga when your records is sellin'
Labels don't play a nigga when they nuttin' but felons
Young Razah got that hot shit that's under the Heavens
GG'z poppin' grey goose feathers
Prostitute cheddar, crashin' in whips with new leathers
Bad models be on the dick that shy and strip
Thinkin' we some gangsters, thugs, Bloods or Crips
Watch who you sleep, shake hands and hustle with
Why dream to be rich when I'm already rich?
Two bars I spit got the hottest nigga pissed
Chicks kiss the diamonds that twist on our wrist
Brooklyn Zoo, S.O.M., Dirty Bast' shit, nigga

[Hook]
Do or die, ball or fly
Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high
But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up
It's time to turn the heat up
And catch these papes like cooked up
What?
Do or die, ball or fly
Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high
But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up
It's time to turn the heat up
And catch these papes like cooked up
What?

[Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Buddha Monk)]
I whip a nigga ass on hand and hand, you get flashed
Whatever you do, I stop your ass
My name is Isis, I kill you with a hiss
I kill you with my motherfuckin' piss
A matter of fact you kill yourself, nigga I crash ya stealth
(See let a nigga come through with that bullshit)
(Yeah we ain't sayin nuttin')
I never was familiar with bein' pussy
I loved that shit 'til it's bloody

[Verse 5: Buddha Monk]
Hey yo hold up, you told me you liked that shit muddy and swampy
And you gonna hit it from where (from the back door)
This Fam right here, is the Fam right here
And if you fuck with the Zoo you gon' get clapped right there
For this cream nigga, I'll walk through Muddy Waters
If he be call out, and rob your son and daughter
Lintballz in my pocket and yours is real lumpy
Nah, Lay Down, gimme what you got G
Split the pie three ways, live off it for three days
And when it's done, who's the next victim today
I'm trife nigga, and I don't live by Bible life
I yap the nigga ripe then stash a nigga right
Yeah I did wanna do it and the Devil didn't make me
Linballz in my pocket that made me stick them keys
Checkmate, pray to the Lord, your soul He take
Then I hip into the rob for my Fam I just got 'im, nigga

[Hook]
Do or die, ball or fly
Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high
But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up
It's time to turn the heat up
And catch these papes like cooked up
What?
Do or die, ball or fly
Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high
But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up
It's time to turn the heat up
And catch these papes like cooked up
What?

[Outro: Brooklyn Zoo {Popa Chief}]
Yeah yeah, huh huh (motherfucker)
That's right, that's right, OK (alright)
Yeah so {now you be knowin'}
{Annihilate}
{Get some papes like Bill Gates}
**************************************************
C’Mon[Intro]
Yeah, yeah!
Motherfucker right up do, tape things
Yo, are you taping baby?
Baby are you taping?
Ohh yeahhahhahheeyahhhyahhhhohhhyahhhh
What the fuck anybody wanna do?
Right motherfucking now!
Ahhahhahhhah

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm the God 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
Niggas 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, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, it's on your brain
I get riggy diggy raw when it's time to get
On the dancefloor shotgun kill the shit
BLAOW, then you won't step to me
Thinking is he really raw as he said he'd be
If I wasn't really raw, standing here on the floor
You'd be like "Boooo He ain't no Hardcore"
Niggas play like they live but won't survive
Jumpin' up and down ticklin' that jive when you ticklin' gab
I'm an average man, G-O-D fan
Let it be known who's the champ, Wu-Tang Clan!
It's coming through and WU, boy it's bad too!
Throw your hands in the air, if you don't care
Who!, the Ol Dirty Bastard be
Oh me on my, you be hoppin' on my shit just like a fly
BZZZZZT, all around
The dirtiest stinkin' sound down to the ground
What what, what you wanna do?
What you wanna do when I'm coming for you?
I'm gonna give it to ya, bayyybah, bayybah, bayyyybah
**************************************************
Caught Up[Hook]
Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some..

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass
The things that you learned in class is trash
You can't do nothin' wit' it, I put you in the past
You broken motherfuckers, shut the fuck up
I do it 'til you bad luck and head get bucked
The only thing on your brain is to give me this cash
Stay out of my business cause I'm takin' your tash
This rumble on the ming, none of y'all free
I got y'all in.. slavering

[Hook]
Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some..
Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some..

[Verse 2: Mack 10]
I gives a fuck about a bitch or a crooked ass cop
I'm a burst that, it's dealin', the hustle don't stop
I got stones and [?], ecstasy and weed
Metham-phetamine, sherm, sticks and speed
Pay it high wid, dope is all I got to give
I'm a ghetto nigga dog so I get it how I live
Got money, lock 'em off, fuckers still I got drama
Got two strike dog and like five baby mamas
With new strain I maintain, I'm ready and willin'
To keep change on niggas brains to keep the blood spillin'
I hate it but it ain't complicated, it's real simple
Fuck with me and know you get a hole in your temple
I ain't gonna play you niggas, I'mma slay you niggas
Don't take but a few figures and a few new triggers
Mack 10 livin' legend, every West coast rhymin'
Straight hoo bangin' gangsta and hard rhymin' sodom was that

[Hook]
Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some..
Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some..

[Verse 3: Royal Flush]
Shut up, let me talk for a minute, alot of bull shit on my mind
Dealin' with crime, alot of y'all dealin' wid rhymes
Stuck on the grind, crackheads cookin' my pies
Startin' off on the 1-2-5, the block's mine
Bucket just spine, DH tryna tap my line
Stop my productions, wanna know my money discussions
Who I roll wid, "buy so many cars is he legitin' of my dick"
It didn't matter when I ain't have shit
They'd watch me in helicopters, parklin' in my crib
All I wanna feed is my kids, no time to do a bid
Feel me, I forced the whole guns a while for my ones
Didn't sell drugs, where the money come from?
No school, no job, no bitch, no food, fuck that
Do what I do to make my shit true
And I make it hard on them boys who blew they cats charges
If I go to jail you know I'm blowin' on the Sergeants

[Hook]
Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some..

Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some..

Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some..

Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some..

Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
**************************************************
Fire (Dirty Dirty Alt. Mix)[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 (FIRE!)
Keep it nappy or braided up
Dirty in the cockpit, blazin' up (FIRE!)
Stop frontin' when you made it up
Tellin' all my hoes, you can't spray it up (FIRE!)
Hah, huggin' nuts like tighty whites
Still trickin' on hoes like Heidi Fleiss (FIRE!)
You know why niggas don't give you much respect
Cuz they seen you gettin' slapped with the empty gat (FIRE!)
Know Dirt, like bow know death
When I'm huntin' down, birds in rap (FIRE!)
Hate Dog, cuz I ate your cat
And you can eat my ass and have a coke with that (FIRE!)
Use a spoon, unless you want a fork
Pull my dick out, watch the room get dark (FIRE!)
Stay high with the zombie walk
Gotta sit my ass down, like Rosa Parks

[Hook: sample (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
FIRE, FIRE-FIRE, FIRE (Let me hear it)
FIRE, FIRE-FIRE, FIRE (Ohhhhhhhhh)
FIRE, FIRE-FIRE, FIRE (Let me hear it, ohhhhhhhhhhh)

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
What can make a ho, look more cuter
But, Hennessey shots, and smoke more Buddha (FIRE!)
Now you hungry, wanna eat right through her
But you better first track for a noter (FIRE!)
Like does she have a best friend, or a daughter
Has she ever tried fuckin' under water (FIRE!)
Misinterpetate, let me break it down
Two pulls make the your merry go round (FIRE!)
Touch your toes, show me that rose
Butt naked, in a Wu-Tang pose (FIRE!)
Wide open, girl, everything goes
Real freaky, when you powder that nose

[Hook]
**************************************************
If Y’all Want War[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Royal Flush, Dirt McGirt
And we don't give a fuck whose in here tonight
Somebody's gon' get shot, bastards!

[Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Royal Flush)]
If ya'll want war (ya'll want war?)
Let's get it on (let's get it on)
Cuz we don't care (ya'll know we don't care)
Where ya'll from (wherever ya'll from)

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, you go one shot, two shot, three shot, four
That's how I'm soundin' when I'm shootin' down your door
Five shot, six shot, seven shot, eight
That's for all them niggas, that I catch at the wait
Nine shot, ten shot, eleven shot, twelve
Them four shots, gonna keep me outta jail
I be, damned if I fail, BK know me well
And take your precint to war, before I take a fall

[Hook 2X: Royal Flush]
Y'all don't really wanna fuck with us
Cuz you know we gon' shoot shit up
Don't waste bullets on your house and truck
Wait til' we see you, then we hit you up

[Hook 2X]

[Royal Flush]
And I ain't got no time, to talk to none of ya'll niggas
You tough, then you get shot, you turn to snitchers
And them niggas that you runnin' with, become your witness
Man, I'm good with my aim, dog, I hit you from a distance
No, look, this is the difference, like special ed., you on a mission
Too eager to glisten, when your mom talked you should of listened
Take out the trash, do the dishes, now she gotta bury a son
Got hit with a gun, just convicted homicide

[Hook]

[Hook to fade]
**************************************************
Operator (Remix)[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard & (Pharrell)]
Operator! (operator!) get the police! (she so fine!)
Operator! (operator!) get the police! (she so fine!)
Look at that girl! (she so fine!)
Look at that girl! (say it again!)
Look at that girl! (must be a crime!)
Look at that girl! (OWW!!)

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo! Met this bitch by the name of Subie
She was a bad bitch, she had a big ol' booty
She got me setting up when I went to the projects
Bad ass bitch she was the one to holla at
Had another bitch by the name of Priscilla
You know that bad bitch, she taste like vanilla
In my car looking good like that
Getting money, making records, down with rap
Saying to myself, no one can defeat me
I got my dick out, c'mon bitch beat me!
Let that shit out, go down your throat
Nigga like me, never miss a note
If rain I got coats so I can't get soaked
Make a nigga know I take's that dough
Get high like Supa Fly
I'm the best, that's the shit now I don't know why

[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard & (Pharrell)]
Operator! (operator!) get the police! (she so fine!)
Operator! (operator!) get the police! (she so fine!)
Look at that girl! (she so fine!)
Look at that girl! (say it again!)
Look at that girl! (must be a crime!)
Look at that girl! (OWW!!)

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Bitch please! Come live out your fantasies
Dollars and diamonds, like on my Ice Creams
1K jeans wit belt and white tee
I sling white balls give fiends a pipe dream
Well in this scene in my british queen
The ignition's on the left but yes it's the right theme
Engine full of horses, chariots the king
The B's in the middle like it's tittie fucking the wings
Pornographic, the voice so drastic
Without a +Reasonable Doubt+ I'm +classic+
Cake-aholic the same way - that Dame Dash is
But I bakes my cakes, bag 'em up in plastic (UHH!)
Halloween 'em up, trick yeah I treat 'em up
Lou' Vuitton a toe, watch how the hoes eat 'em up
Ma I said I'm finger licking good, ah yes we Re
As if invisible Juice, you niggas can't see me!

[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard & (Pharrell)]
Operator! (operator!) get the police! (she so fine!)
Operator! (operator!) get the police! (she so fine!)
Look at that girl! (she so fine!)
Look at that girl! (say it again!)
Look at that girl! (must be a crime!)
Look at that girl! (OWW!!)

[Bridge: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
If you ain't sweating there's something wrong, girl!
(I aaaaammmmm) Say it louder!
If you ain't sweating there's something wrong, girl!
(I aaaaammmmm) Say it louder!
If you ain't sweating there's something wrong, girl!
(I aaaaammmmm) Say it louder!
If you ain't sweating there's something wrong, girl!
(I aaaaammmmm) Say it louder!

[Verse 3: Malice]
She so fine, all she need now is a baller
Who better fit the bill? I myself, I'm a starter
In the game, you could tell by the charter
G4, Lear, or the Yacht in the harbor
Mama come to papa, don't it feel at home here?
All the comforts of it, you ain't got a care
Don't love me wit your heart, love me from a far
Now sit, look pretty like you came wit the car
Diamonds in the ear lobe, wrapped in the mink
Condo chillin, I be tickled pink
Not worrying bout the next bitch or what people think
If I say they don't exist, POOF the extinct
Mama - no! we don't need the drama
All we need is south beach, puffing on Habanas
You just strike a match girl, do your man a honors
Next week Cali, we up in Las Palmas

[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard & (Pharrell)]
Operator! (operator!) get the police! (she so fine!)
Operator! (operator!) get the police! (she so fine!)
Look at that girl! (she so fine!)
Look at that girl! (say it again!)
Look at that girl! (must be a crime!)
Look at that girl! (OWW!!)
**************************************************
Diesel[Raekwon the Chef]

So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats

On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up

Word up, never stop your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin?

(For real baby)

And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all

[Ol Dirty Bastard]

I need help Because the black man is God

The government is after me And the worst is, black man is the Devil

I need help So this is to bring everything in the

Someone help me please universe within the light

Someone help me! Understanding

They already did 2Pac My children, all six billion humans

Biggie Smalls on the planet Earth

Someone help me! Regardless of who or what, I love you

Someone help me please! Word is bond, I love you

Ahh! I'ma groupie for life, about nine wife

All the babies are mine, save a child life

No more doctors deliverin my babies

Stick in pins killing me slowly

To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud

You motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white!

Insecure about my ding-dong, married to Babylon

My queen lookin at me like a pawn!

[Raekwon the Chef]

Splash the worst rehearse a verse Flashdance on the universe

Televise the work Network Shop til your neck hurt

Whattup Dirt, nine diagram phoenix on your sweatshirt

Thirty-thousand went bezerk, it's like clockwork

Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort

Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse

French cut, gleamin in the Benz truck, whattup

Tellin my mens what? Ten times platinum and we ends up

Draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape out

Furniture style, holdin the mic we got it laid out

Mind iodine Einstein remind mine

People swam nine didn't know they own kind wrong time

Denim rap, competition quick, handle that

Suckin the jim hat, pervertin on my raps'll get you slidapped

Mix drink Cuban Link lizink, flip a to zinc

Plus, expensive like a roman mink, now think

[Ol Dirty Bastard]

An ugly thirty-six chamber degree, what, you want to rhyme?

Deep bring 600 ABC through the love white hate line

I'm telling you tornado, 42 billion thought travel

The year 90's parallel, controls to the wakes

I dig woman's stomach swell, my borough is dark

Many lights UFO kites, Benjamin Franklin got it right

Abraham I stuck your cherry tree

Your white head came out my black pussy

I ran Rip Van Winkle on all fours

Mountains twinkle twinkle star, Tarzan in a jar

And then came out Jane Flintstone in my gravel pit

[Method Man]

Kill the chatterin, niggas bust shots, keep em scatterin

Blood splatterin, on point like a javelin

Fuck battlin, you cats is only good for babblin

Imaginin yourself, as the God space travellin

Round the seven rings of Saturn

Got my sword plus the Abbot in the chamber, nine in the clip

At the gatherin, we left you staggerin, yo it had to been

Hot Nickel, who broke bread, at the Vatican

Stick a pin, in a citizen, mental food, got us diggin in

My compliments to the chef

M-E-TH like amphatimens, yes stick it to the veteran

Blaow blaow! Blown to death, take your medicines

I put the sick in your mu-sick with Osirus

Bound to blow like a bad sinus

[Ol Dirty Bastard]

Stay up at night don't sleep on your morn

Rest in the day because it's sunlight

Reverse thought psychology

[Prince Rakeem]

Child wild adventures walk trillions of square inches

Ten percentage try to drain me of my mental strengthage

Heavy wattage knowledge cleans blood clottage, and retardage

I refine the garbage logic exterminate your cottage

[U-God]

Thirty-six anger, dirty language is the stranger

The mangler, the honor roll singer righteous finger

When we shine-a, we always find a never minor major

Hard to spot we dangerous with our behavior

[Prince Rakeem]

Australian Venezuelaen illegal aliens

Chameleons all catch the feelings we revealing

Killer bee keep your mind at ease, lay back like Adam fuckin Eve

Four thousand years in the garden, puffin trees

[U-God]

I aim slang I maintain, through the main vein

The answer came clever, when we do greatness through trial and error

Mile of terror motormouth, let the odor out

Fumin greater, the temper in my spine huminator

The super grass childish blast sleepy eye stash

The hashish masterpiece, Osirus is the virus

This split second splash, severe drop is near pop

There's fallin teardrops, now is it worth your career?
**************************************************
Shimmy Shimmy Ya (Busta Ra Editz)[Oh, fuck, you can't even sing.]

Ooh, baby, I like it rawww...
Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!
Ooh, baby, I like it raww...
Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!
Sh...

Verse:
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 college ass, disco dorm!
When you didn't even touch my skill
You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now
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, my flow is like bam!
Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah!

[I like the way you come]

Ooh, baby, I like it rawww...
Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!
Ooh, baby, I like it raww...
Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!

Reverse Verse:
First Verse repeats

The odb won't neva quit
My name is odb nigg* and i'll beat your sh*t
**************************************************
Dirty And Thirsty[Intro: Thirstin Howl III]
Yeah, this what happens when you dirty and thirsty at the same time

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, It goes one shot, two shot, three shot, four
That's how I'm soundin' when I'm shootin' down your door
Five shot, six shot, seven shot, eight
That's for all them niggas, that I catch at the wait
Nine shot, ten shot, eleven shot, twelve
Them four shots, gonna keep me outta jail
I be, damned if I fail, BK know me well
And take your precint to war, before I take a fall
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
I'm not gonna stop til I'm under the dirt

[Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
If ya'll want war
Let's get it on
Cuz we don't care
Where ya'll from

[Thirstin Howl III]
One shot, two shot, three shot, four
I wear that gold chain that used to be yours
Five shot, six shot, seven shot, eight
Shotgun shells give your face a new shape
Nine shot, ten shot eleven shot, twelve
That last fucking bullet I'ma save it for myself
Speed luger, weed smoking, walking with the pistola
Somebody gotta die for this shit to be over
Brownsville, pull your gold card membership
Rikers Island styling, just courted sentences
You been a bitch since your thing started showing
Glocks down in Moscow, did the jooks out in Poland
Leather trench, villain shit, gutter crime citizen
Show the something hand held with shells to kill you with
My heart's the realest thing to ever fill a clip

[Hook 2X]

[Interlude: Thirstin Howl III]
Yeah yeah, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Roc-A-Fella
Thirstin Howl III, Skillionare Enterprises
Melbeatz, Optic Records
This universal right here, all around the world
Ya know what I mean? This is breaking language barriers righ here
When you dirty and thirsty at the same time, somebody's gon get hurt

[Hook 2X w/ Thirstin Howl III ad libs]
**************************************************
Last Call[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
This recordin is Dirty and it's Stinkin
Funkier than Peppi Le Pew so I was thinkin, about
Droppin this single on the charts, lettin ya know
Hey, the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being
Dope, but in my last jam, niggas slept on my notes
You thought that I was weak? Huh? Let me speak
My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet
So listen mister, don't you ever forget
The rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it
With Comet, for even Wolrex, some tried Ajax
Only mix with the best, forty-eight tracks
Yo, I get down with the Ason sounds
Lyrics that be flowin from miles around
So let the music shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut
Now I make ya fall to ya butt

[Master Fool]
Ho-ho-hold up, Master Fool
Takin' it on down, jugga-jugga-ju
Fall on ya butt, ya ass gon' hurt
They call us WINGWORM cuz we mastered this dirt
I act like a drunk but I'm out for the dough
I mastered the funk, Dirt mastered the ho's
Only Master play the Fool, I worked hard and paid my dues
Tony Snatcher played the fool
And man meater eater played the bone
I come in the club with no ID
They gon' have to close the club up messin wit me
Up.. Dirty and Stinkin stuff
It's that Dirty dick NUH with the Stinkin nuts
Last Call now drink it up
Me and Dirt want a pound for some Stinkin stuff

[Hook x2: Master Fool]
Last Call for alcohol, everybody out the bar
Get ya back up off the wall
People.. ohh.. ohh.. people.. ohh.. ohh

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, let me continue, verse number two
Style is wild, dirty and stinkin like doo-doo
If ya hangin around, ya changed ya mind
It is a bad influence, but yo it's my rhyme
I sit down and I say to myself, "Self
Yo, are you rated top the shelf?"
I drop the single for you to get a dose of
As I lay back like a pillow on a sofa
Gettin paid? Yeah right, Willy
Why askin me, G? What? What? What? What? You know me
My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee
Taste like a forty, Stinkin like Old-E

[Master Fool]
Fool in this bitch, where the fuck is the drinks?
No open bar!?! Where the fuck is the drinks?
That bitch over there with her man tuckin his link
All strip club bitches straight clutchin his mink
Niggas official, big guns, wavin the pistol
My dogs lookin for the brew now we bitin the gristle
(Stop fuckin with them guns son you playin too much)
Catch a charge drinkin bro', I ain't playin too rough
Fucks! Lay in the cuts and hug the butts
Grab a big five whether you a scrub or not
Robbery, robbery, pop, pop, poppin like a Glock
Robbery, robbery, drop, drop, drop it like it's hot

[Hook x4]

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Heard Master singin that shit?
Stinkin blue Palmaid..
Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo..
**************************************************
WindpipeFeaturing Ghostface, RZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard
[rza]
Yo Yo Yo doodododododo Yo pssh yo
Yo park the jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis
Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
Permanent ink blots undrunk from velly poo scotts
All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared
Plea the ams radio tapes that he jammed
Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home
Flip the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
I open and fold ya thought he fucked a ogre
I leave the cats the book of food stamps ????
The box of evil a fifty sack of that lethal
Adjust these boots and bloody cube steaks from keebu

[odb] 4x
What party can you go to
And I ain't there you bitches actin like they don't care

[rza]
You bitches actin like you don't care
You bitches actin like you YO
Razor blade toenails cut holes inside tube socks
Golden platinum things unstainable
I chew rocks
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty as dan
Fucked the daughter of the leader of the Ku Klux Klan
Tapes we dub pound you wit the ace of club
Climb your tree to a shub
Tongue kiss a lion and kidnap her cub
Passin it portrait
My bitch spread eagle wild orchid
Pussy so wet you could fuck it wit a soft tipped dick
Tickle the tonsil you could hear her coughin
I don't know if Dirt fucked Mariah, but I'm out to fuck Tyra
Starks might fuck Mya

[odb]
I'm the pussy vampire

[Chorus] 4X
[Ghostface]
Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out
One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out
Like I owe somethin, check they stance they frontin
I'm two seconds fromt wistin ya'll shit over nuttin
All a sudden ice grills kid you did a baby bid
In a minute almost hung yourself slit ya wrists
To the maximum hand me the forty I'll thrash and
Split out guests wit gash lemon goes throw his laz gone
Trama the block pro bar sledge slang ho
Runnin from to and sharles some rap and I might blow
World cup, some been blessed wit the Stanley
Yvonne lendl ordered lamb racket wit the cam key
Sideline maneuver, polish wax MC remover
Niggas wit long nails cuttin me leavin bruises
Candle lows tied a thousand an ya'll froze
Came home an dust that doo tryin to play me close
We've been peaked for years now Liz wants to choppin the kid
I might do magic make him disappear
Rearose that nigga Isotoner Coca-Cola holder snap the granola
Sprinkle ginko polish
Venom from a cobra lace in the come he brought older
Soaked through a strainer here's a doser
The King James version is paid just like Samsung
Wit effects that'll kill rogers double O seven
Hanna Barbera hops the opposite abandoned the deer
Fuck wit mics like Sonny and Cher
Or maybe captain entenail, connect and then blow the seal
Nice like mister whittendale your girl Chippendale
Shallah bridge all up in ya dog dial trench
When I snatched that shit was broke shoulda sent ya ass back
And where's the key to the hatchback pop that
Get in throw a bag full of mice and then respect that

[Girl] 4X
What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there
These niggas actin like they don't care
What party can you go to, and Wu ain't there
These hoes actin like they don't care
**************************************************
Children Sik ’Em[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Goldy Hawn)]
Every horror movie they can attack ya ass
If you fuckin' wit the Ol' Dirt Dog
Bitch what's his name... in Wu-Tang
Bitch, if you didn't hear it muthafuckin'
You heard it now, on radio 98.7
"Time to go to sleep"
(Aight, it's time for ya bitch ass muthafuckas to go to sleep, then
Big Bad Wolves, niggas
Yo son, aiyo Dirt you ready, ready?) I'm ready, I'm ready
All you bitches ready to go steady
(Yo, hit them niggas wit that shit, son)
To the girls over there (to the bitches)
To the niggas over there (to my niggas)
From the front, to the back, packed everywhere
Wanna get smacked out the atmosphere (you wanna get smacked?)
My name is Dirt Dog, bitch, I don't know where and how
My name is Dirt Dog, and in pilgrim, you smile
Bitch you get murdered from the first start
(Aiyo, God, you gotta fuck the shit up iller than
The that shit son, right there, man, for real man?)
Turn it up, turn it up, turn the headphones up
(Word?) One-two, one-two (one-two ya'll)
It don't stop ya'll (it don't, ya'll)
Won't stop ya'll

[Hook 6X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Goldy Hawn]
Children sik 'em (children sik 'em)

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Murder was the first artwork obtained
A nigga didn't know the seven half ounces of brain
You try to maintain, you didn't know the slang
My name is from the Wu-Tang, nigga, I kill a buttfucka up to slain
Nigga, Wu-Tang, you could never ever hang
I said it again and again and again
Nigga you fooled cuz you didn't know this
Cuz I'm the specialist

[Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (sampled kids)]
Children sik 'em (when they're gonna get you)
Children sik' 'em (when they're gonna get you)
Children sik 'em (I'm not asleep)
Children sik 'em (it's time to go to sleep)

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
You didn't have no power to predict in them
The Dirt Dog came wit the natural handsome and slim
Style that came wit the buckwild
Nigga, I taught 'em, nigga I treat 'em
Nigga, don't know how to reach them
My name is Dirt Dog I keep those speeches in
From down down Martin Luther King to Malcolm X
I make the niggas come up and give recess
Blaow! She don't know my Elijah Muhammed style
Fuck a nigga up wild, I am up on the couch
The Dirt Dog nigga, never foul
Fuck a nigga up, a spirit attack ya wild
How? Cuz hip hop don't stop the groove, ya'll
I make a nigga caution at the smooth yard
Styles that make you wanna roll up in the streets
And go up in ya house, because ya streets and ya house is talkin' to you
You want to get a haunted house Amittyville
What you, what you say, and do

[Hook 2X]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I grew up, in the L.P. crew
Muthafucka, me, Ro' and Johnny Q
Nigga Johnny, attackin' on ya analog ass niggas
Cuz you was on the dick and you wasn't fuckin' lookin' at me
Master Born, and on top of them niggas, you was rollin' wit me
Shit, RZA came through and Popa Wu
Muthafucka, we ran ya whole muthafuckin' crew
Don't act like we didn't know what the fuck to do
Muthafucka, we taught ya bitch ass kung fu, too
What, what, you wanna talk about?
You won't know know no kung fu if I'm not in ya house
Dirt Dog, yo' Busta Rhymes I ain't got nothin' against you
But ya fucked my boo, it's all good, nigga, true
Dirt Dog, do it for you, hip hop don't fuck wit me, who
How, when, what, where, gonna get you

[Hook 2X]

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
And if you ever go against the nigga, you die
Enough dyin', enough unmultiplyin'
White boys, white girls, when you hear this noise
Go crazy, attack a nigga like a muthafuckin'
Muthafuckin', animal, savage, beast
Comin' through ya muthafuckin' house
Bitch, you couldn't reach
This style that's fuckin' you up
**************************************************
Can’t waitYo yo, Miami, yo California
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
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
I ain't no actor my shits for real Thigh master
If I don't get paid two or three million dollars on Monday
I'm a bring on the Armageddon it's Monday
Fuck that feeling, this for reeling
Nigga I want my noalin'
Make it rain, hail, storm and earthquake
Uh! 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 nut case you're a fucking nut case
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
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 you're sleeping
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
I can't wait hold on hold on hold on
I'm diplomatic playing pen and pad
Ratatat you're a scared 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't make any room
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
I want to give a shutout to funk master flex
And all the DJs across the world
I want to give a shutout to my nigga Lupe
I want to give a shutout to my nigga Suge knight
To my nigga Dr. Dire, snoop dog
I want to give a shutout to um, um, what's them niggas, outcast?
I want to give a shutout to um, them crazy niggas
In parts of the world that I never been too
I want to give a shutout to the eskimos
I want to give a shutout to the submarines
I want to give a shutout to the army, navy, air force, marines
Know what I'm saying? Y'all playing my music
In the submarines and the boats
Play that shit know what I'm saying?
It's called traveling music busting ya ass style
Yo big baby Jesus it's one love
I give a shout out to all the women
I give a shout out to all the babies
All the munch kins all across the world play a, God
I want to give a shutout to all the school teachers
I give a shout out to um, um, myself
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
Big baby Jesus I can't wait, nigga fuck that I can't wait
Big baby Jesus I can't wait
I give a shout out to the woo tang, tang, tang
The Brooklyn zoo
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Fire[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 (FIRE!)
Keep it nappy or braided up
Dirty in the cockpit, blazin' up (FIRE!)
Stop frontin' when you made it up
Tellin' all my hoes, you can't spray it up (FIRE!)
Hah, huggin' nuts like tighty whites
Still trickin' on hoes like Heidi Fleiss (FIRE!)
You know why niggas don't give you much respect
Cuz they seen you gettin' slapped with the empty gat (FIRE!)
Know Dirt, like bow know death
When I'm huntin' down, birds in rap (FIRE!)
Hate Dog, cuz I ate your cat
And you can eat my ass and have a coke with that (FIRE!)
Use a spoon, unless you want a fork
Pull my dick out, watch the room get dark (FIRE!)
Stay high with the zombie walk
Gotta sit my ass down, like Rosa Parks

[Chorus: sample (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
FIRE, FIRE-FIRE, FIRE (Let me hear it)
FIRE, FIRE-FIRE, FIRE (Ohhhhhhhhh)
FIRE, FIRE-FIRE, FIRE (Let me hear it, ohhhhhhhhhhh)
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
What can make a hoe, look more cuter
But, Hennessey shots, and smoke more Buddha (FIRE!)
Now you hungry, wanna eat right through her
But you better first track for a noter (FIRE!)
Like does she have a best friend, or a daughter
Has she ever tried fuckin' under water (FIRE!)
Misinterpetate, let me break it down
Two pulls make the your merry go round (FIRE!)
Touch your toes, show me that rose
Butt naked, in a Wu-Tang pose (FIRE!)
Wide open, girl, everything goes
Real freaky, when you powder that nose

[Chorus]
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The Park[ODB]
Yeah, youknowhatI'msayin, to you?
I was in Riker's Island, youknowhatI'msayin?
High impact, youknowhatI'msayin?
They they had me pickin cigarettes (SLAM!)
A thousand cigarettes up off the floor
Doin push-ups, all that bullshhhh
Yo I'm tryin to (SLAM!)
I just wanna give a shout, to all the jails everywhere
Cause you know, I know it's a game (Just SLAM!)
YaknowhatI'msayin?  The government got a game
Get all the brothers locked down
(This one, is a hit, it's called SLAM!)
But it ain't like that baby!
Knahmsayin?  I'm not havin it no more
(Doin it at the park)
Me personally, knowhatI'msayin?
(Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!)
Yo, check this out
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
This is the jam called SLAMMMMM
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)

(Doin it at the park)
(Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)

Yo, yo bust thissssssss! Yo white boy don't you got a shadow?
Black boy don't you got teeth, what the fuck is the beef?
Some tame buck nigga in the movie, said a little poetry
Had some problems with the cops, cause his man gun was hot
And of course, fuck that red tape
(*gavel pounds three times* "Guilty!!")

[Coolio]
I gotta spit at y'all, they runnin some shit on y'all
Or should I say yes, cause I'm still on the bus
So y'all is really me it's just, y'all is already you
I hereby do declare, all of us is we
Quit your silly-ass games and, petty-ass dirts see and put
Greed to the side for good
For your heart it's like a court minus time divide

(Doin it at the park)
(Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Doin it at the park)
(Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(A-dubba-dubba-dah!)

[Coolio]
We live in a society created by an empire
That's based on terror, welcome to the One World Era
A complete interruption to your lil' paultry ass life
That you thought you was livin, and what you been given
No more Benzes to roll in, fat-ass stacks of money
Cause ain't no such thing as money
I bet y'all niggas think it's funny
Put your money where your mouth or where your mouth used to be
Cause ain't shit on this planet, or in this life for free
We gonna do it like Osirus and The Warriors in the dark
Get your niggas and my niggas and some mo' niggas
And have a meeting in the park!

[ODB]
Lost in the sauce, cause you think you got force
Get this across, there is only ONE boss
A NUH got it locked down, while NUH be dumbfound
And got alllll on the surrounnnnnd!!
Who you think own the ships planes and trains?
Now you got a white man's name!

(Doin it at the park)
(Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Doin it at the park)
(Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)

[C]	Yo whassup son?
[O]	Yo whaSSUP lOC?
[C]	You ready to heat it up at make this system smoke?
[O]	BLAOW, BLAOW, BLAOW

[Coolio]
We want knowledge, we want wisdom
Y'all want bars, Cristal and bitches

[ODB]
We want off shore bank accounts, property
We wanna show you how to do it, properly

[Coolio]
Fuck your friends, stack your ends
The next time somebody tryin to run game, then pretend
That they runnin game then, run game back and

[O]	Yo let him let him roll off in his Cadillac
[C]	Cause real players play the back
[O]	Old schooL FLAVA!!!!

(Doin it at the park)
(Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Doin it at the park)
(Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Doin it at the park)
(Doin it LAH-Lah-LAHHH!)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
(Ohhh yeah, rock the park)
**************************************************
Free With Money[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
All I wanna be is free with mad fucking money, man
Be free with mad money
You never be free fucking with these white boys
**************************************************
Ol’ Dirty Bastard(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 be stained with the madness
It's the Meth-Tical with the Bastard

MZA MZA my name is the Ol Dirty Bas
My gammmmme, to kick your ass
Dnnah duh dnnh dnnh duh duh!
Dnnah dnh duh duh duh dahhhhhh!

Flip and relax, take an Ex-Lax, I'm shittin
On the industry that was frontin now they missin
What everybody else is gettin
Cuz they wasn't representin the real...

...appeal, like me and, old time
When it comes to the microphone who killed the swine?
Be the original G
Do the rhymin on time and in the place to be

[Interlude: Old Dirty Bastard, Method Man]

You are now in my trance
You are getting sleeeeeepyyyyyy
You are now getting sleeeepyyyyy
And sleeeeppieeerrrrr
And sleepy, and sleepy

[Verse Three: Method Man]

This one here's for my people, my people
Enter the 36 chambers, the sequel
Part two, for me and the cipher troop
With the Teflon lyrics that you can't get through
With the twenty-two automatic rap you pack, what?
You ain't hittin with that wack shit you kickin
Straight from the beginning, of the game
All the way to the ninth inning, I bring the pain
Dark like the midnight train on the track by the RZA
Diesel like Arnold Schwarzanegger

[Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard]

The hardware, choose the hardware
Ask you a question, test the Ason
Extra extra, read the drama and thennn another one
Which you intrigue, do your rap fatigue in the...
Ohhhh....
Here I go, aauhhh
Yeahhh...
(shit that makes me high)
**************************************************
Obey Me (Shash’U Remix)Yeah! Yeah!

[Chorus]
Bitches better obey me
Because I'm the truth! Truth!
Bitches better obey me
Because I'm the truth! Truth!

Wu-Tang fuck niggas up
Straight up
We talking about how y'all feeling
Killarmy in the place to be

[Verse 1]
Yo yo, [?]
Get up on stage and control your hoes while your hoin'
Don't get it in line, I'm a celebrity
All you chump ass niggas 'round me
You can't get it for free
I break down your whole army
I'm wearing a two-hundred pound vest on
A two-hundred pound ankle bracelet on
A two-hundred pound wrist band on
I'm healthy and I'm strong, fuck it
You pussies are hypnotized
Now get on you pussy and ride
I only do to the bitches my fans
And if you like it we'll do it again and again
You wanna [?] my [?]
Take off your shoes bitch , don't feel bored

[Chorus]
Bitches better obey me
Because I'm the truth! Truth!
Bitches better obey me
Because I'm the truth! Truth!

[Verse 2]
I come to bite your neck
I keep chains around your neck
You'll never stop choking
Around your ankles
I keep a pair of handcuffs round them

[Chorus x2]
Bitches better obey me
Because I'm the truth! Truth!
Bitches better obey me
Because I'm the truth! Truth!
**************************************************
Cute Devils[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Alright, my man, that's cool?

[Man]
Yup! Sorry I didn't recognize you when you first came in, man

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Man, that's alright, man, shit, man, aight
Aight, thanks alot man, you know
You got the young white folks, man
They be all cute and shit
Little cute white folks, huh?
Little cute devils
**************************************************
Highjack[Female]
Yeah, let's coming over here, as the Queen Latifah get

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Huh?

[Female]
Ya'll wanna come over here still after the Queen Latifah episode?

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
What happened?

[Female]
You didn't hear about what happened to Queen Latifah right, on the corner?

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Nah, what happened?

[Female]
She got highjacked

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Highjacked? What you mean somebody *car driving away noise*

[Female]
She told me they took her -- they took her BMW
Carjacked, brother

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Shit word? I need some action in my life
Right now
I ain't got nothing but nobody to highjack
What you gonna take, my beeper?
**************************************************
Anybody (Remix)(feat. E-40 & C-Murder)

[Intro: C-Murder]
Tytanic, let's wake 'em up, ya heard?
Yeah, it's real out here
Killa block notch, wit' the ODB
NYC, CP-3, nigga, what?
Let me ask you a question
What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?)
How you feel like my name now (How you feel 'bout me now?)
How you feel like C now?
What do you think about the ODB now? (What?)
What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?)
How you feel like my name now (How you feel about me now?)
How you feel like my name now (I told you I wanted somethin')

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, bite that point, the habit apprievin'
No hope to find, that you're misbehavin'
Link your crupid, fuck your brewin'
Flash the burgers on your crewin'
Cuz the monks, skippin' from the other MC's
I got the amazing ability
I get on the mic so you can have a ball
I could fly through the air and stick to the wall
I could take a punch or get hit by a car
Could go to the nearest or farthest star
As a matter of fact it's what I won't talk about
Pop a word out of trace just to be in the house

[Chorus: E-40]
So pimped out about my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 O'Clock extra chrystall
Anybody dat wanna pop off at the lip
Anybody that wanna give me banana split
It's only E-40, Murder in this bitch
All the money motivated me to biatch
Three soldiers from the East, South and West
Street soldiers holdin' it down for they vets

[C-Murder]
I'm C-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the Dirty Bastard
And my flows comin' faster than a jet to Alaska
I ask ya how you feelin' my collabo'
The CP3, the ODB from NYC the ghetto B
Light it up, let it cook, look in the mirror, let me crush
Don't worry about how it looks, put some momey on my books
Only God can judge me now
That's when I heard the click click, I was Christened
I ain't with them are you wid that
Let them whistles out them pistols
Let loose on them troops and then shake 'em like Cherok smoke
I slam dunk 'em like Shaq
I wanna be free, I'm not guilty, do you feel me?

Chorus

[E-40]
Hey sluggin', wanna hit this rock dowm (rock down)
I only got one world, mane, I feel like take this to the thick of him
Under there, got the smell, you do the hoe you hear
Fuck it there, let me get a swig of that Thunder Bird
OK, it's cute, it's squashed
Now, no though mane, lets have a back wash
Yeah you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is
That boy spittin', what's his name? 40, quarter, biatch

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I stage a place, place stage a me
I'm a vision of truth, just a true MC
Love hiphop so much, mic won't untouched
Thugs grow unbust, bitch won't get fucked
Every 40 ounce cracked, every napsack packed
Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass, the record gets scrapped
Oh, the record gets scrapped, the record gets scrapped

Chorus

[Outro: E-40]
And there you have it
E-40 the bonzerelli
The ballatician from the Soyo block soil
Turf hall, been through it all
Hard 'til we have it all (hard 'til we have it all)
Ay look it's C-Murder and Ol'Dirty Bastard
If you don't stay your ass out of trouble
What's up boy? ODB
We got the same motherfuckin' birthday
Novermber the 12th to be exact motherfuckers
What the fuck you drinkin'? Fortay
Get 'em off this motherfucker..
**************************************************
Waitress #13[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Just be all -- I be hungry, man
I just can't take this man
Oh my God, I need some food!
Chill baby -- I wish this muthafucking black nigga
Would shut the hell up
I love you too, darling
**************************************************
Brooklyn Zoo (Stripped Version)[Intro]
Shit
Word, I'll bust that nigga ass right now
Ain't no– none of them niggas can't fuck with me
What? Nigga, you could never fuck with me, my nigga
I'll fuck you up right now, what? What? What?
Bust your motherfucking ass, boy
I ain't no motherfucking joke, you know who you talking to? (Yo, word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'll fuck you up right now
Yeah, what? What? What?
He ain't sayin' nothin', fuck him

[Verse]
I'm the one-man army, Ason
I never been tooken out, I keep MC's looking out
I drop science like Cosby dropping babies
Enough to make a nigga go crazy
In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason? I keep planets in orbit
While I be coming with deeper and more shit
Enough to make you break and shake your ass
As I create rhyme good as a Tastykake makes
This style, I'm mastered in
Niggas catching 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 burning? Well, fuck it, now you're learning
How I don't even like your motherfucking profile
Give me my fucking shit, chk-chk, blaow
Last seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, niggas be quiet as kept
Now you know nothing
Before you knew a whole fucking lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot
A lot of MC's came to my showdown
And watched me put your fucking ass low down
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt, I 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 fucking gun trigger, I said "Get the fuck outta here"
Nigga wanna get too close to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll jack any wack host
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name
My hip-hop drops on your head like rain
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 rizzock the spot
MCs I'll be burning, burning hot
Woah-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up 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, try to hog shit
So I'll take your ass out quick
The mics, I'm had it, my nigga, you can suck my dick
If you wanna step to my motherfucking rep
Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death
You got shot 'cause you knock-knock-knock
"Who's there?" Another motherfucking hard rock
Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back (Back)
I rock the microphone, kill the M-I-C
I get happy as I wanna be

[Outro]
Nigga, don't ever fuck with the Ol' Dirty Bastard
I'll fuck a nigga up any time, any day, any motherfucking way
Give it to you, nigga
Take your fucking ass home where you belong
I'll fuck around, get physical on your shit right motherfucking now
Know what I'm saying?
**************************************************
Shimmy Shimmy[Intro: Mickey]
Oh, .... you can't even sing



Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy yam shimmy yay






Ooh baby i like it rawww
Yeah baby i like it rawww
Oooh baby i like it rawww
Yeah baby i like it rawww






Ooh baby i like it rawww
Yeah baby i like it rawww
Ooh baby i like it rawww
Yeah baby i like it rawww
**************************************************
Shimmy Shimmy Ya (2020 Remaster)[Intro]
Aw, I don't want to fuck you, you can't even sing
You have to sing, or something, to get some pussy

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw (Ahem)

[Verse 1]
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 Dodger Brooklyn squad (Woo)
Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm (Ah)
Rain on your college-ass disco dorm (Woo)
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta hold the one killer bee and he aim for the kill now
Chop that down, pass it all around
Lyrics get hard quick, cement to the ground
For any MC in any fifty-two states
I get psycho killer, Norman Bates
My producer slam, my flow is like bam
Jump on stage and then I dip down

[Interlude]
(I like the way you talk)

[Chorus]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Ahem)
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw (Ahem)

[Interlude]

[Verse 1]
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 Dodger Brooklyn squad (Woo)
Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm (Ah)
Rain on your college-ass disco dorm (Woo)
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta hold the one killer bee and he aim for the kill now
Chop that down, pass it all around
Lyrics get hard quick, cement to the ground
For any MC in any fifty-two states
I get psycho killer, Norman Bates
My producer slam, flow is like bam
Jump on stage and then I dip down

[Refrain]
Shi-shimmy-shimmy, ya, yeah
Shi-shi-shimmy-shimmy, ya, shimmy-yam, shimmy-yay
Shi-shimmy-shimmy, ya, shimmy-yam, shimmy-yay
Shi-shi-shimmy, shi-shimmy-shimmy, ya, shimmy-yam, shimmy-yay
Shi-shimmy, shi-shi-shimmy-shimmy, ya, shimmy-yam, shimmy-yay
Give me the mic so I can take it away, shimmy-shimmy, ya

[Outro]
You can't even sing
You have to sing or something to get some pussy
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Brooklyn Zoo song (remix)[Intro: ODB, Mickey Mouse]
Shame on you when you step through the Old Dirty Bastard Brooklyn Zoo
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Brooklyn Zoo (2020 Remaster)[Intro]
Shit
Word, I'll bust that nigga ass right now
Ain't no– none of them niggas can't fuck with me
What? Nigga, you could never fuck with me, my nigga
I'll fuck you up right now, what? What? What?
Bust your motherfucking ass, boy
I ain't no motherfucking joke, you know who you talking to? (Yo, word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'll fuck you up right now
Yeah, what? What? What?
He ain't sayin' nothin', fuck him

[Verse]
I'm the one-man army, Ason
I never been tooken out, I keep MC's looking out
I drop science like Cosby dropping babies
Enough to make a nigga go crazy
In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason? I keep planets in orbit
While I be coming with deeper and more shit
Enough to make you break and shake your ass
As I create rhyme good as a Tastykake makes
This stylе, I'm mastered in
Niggas catching headachеs, 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 burning? Well, fuck it, now you're learning
How I don't even like your motherfucking profile
Give me my fucking shit, chk-chk, blaow
Last seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, niggas be quiet as kept
Now you know nothing
Before you knew a whole fucking lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot
A lot of MC's came to my showdown
And watched me put your fucking ass low down
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt, I 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 (Brooklyn Zoo)
How to pull a fucking gun trigger, I said "Get the fuck outta here"
Nigga wanna get too close to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll jack any wack host
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name
My hip-hop drops on your head like rain
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 rizzock the spot
MCs I'll be burning, burning hot
Woah-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up 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, try to hog shit
So I'll take your ass out quick
The mics, I'm had it, my nigga, you can suck my dick
If you wanna step to my motherfucking rep
Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death
You got shot 'cause you knock-knock-knock
"Who's there?" Another motherfucking hard rock
Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back (Back)

[Chorus]
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 (Brooklyn Zoo, what?)
Shame on you when you step through to (My nigga)
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

[Outro]
What? My nigga
Shame on you
Shame—
Shame on you when you step through to—
Shame on— Shame on—
Shame on you when you step through to—
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
**************************************************
Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo (2020 Remaster)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
See let a nigga come through with that bullshit
Any time you pop that shit, nigga
I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy
I 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
Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
You from Queens, nigga
I don't give a fuck where you be, motherfucker
Where you reside, motherfucker
How you live? How you see?

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout
Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaow

[Buddha Monk - Brooklyn Zu]
Dirty, can you hear me? Rawness I’m inflicting
It's that G type slang that makes this real sickening
Ignite the styles, I got my hand upon thе trigger
Starts from the smallest and hits thе bigger nigga

[Prodigal Sunn - Sunz of Man]
Yo, straight out the lava by them hell fires
A known mental killer, born thriller, assassin of terror
A hot bloody fatal mixture of carbon and water
Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order
Start the mission, travel like the speed of wind
Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many men
Serving justice in my vicinity

[Zu Keeper - Brooklyn Zu]
(This is, Brooklyn, Zu)

[Murdoc - Brooklyn Zu]
I get down, I get down, I crack your fucking crown
Lay around and watch some real niggas break ground
I can't shop cause every bro blowing up the spot
Hit rocks and niggas know

[Killah Priest - Sunz of Man]
Yo, niggas grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion
Nervous, that's why the Zu brought me in
Now bring 'em forth, like the tortures at the courts
Before the case begin, first break me in
His brain, and make sure he can't maintain the calmness
Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this
Stage light now appears to be the moon
Now your posse is your fucking platoon
Stale sound just flows through the air
I'm like a ninja, once I send ya cold stares
Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist with the clearest rhyme
Erupt to deduct your fucking mind

[12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu]
Fuck shit up on the hurry-up
Known for burying ducks through more styles than a monk
Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch
Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump
Never fall victim to no bitch
Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp
And score more points than Shawn Kemp
Keeping powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut
Ol Dirty Bastard live and uncut

(Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a—)

[Shorty Shit Stain - Brooklyn Zu]
Got more props than the President
My hardcore represent
Blowing niggas back who never had this
'Cause I'm gifted, so you can gift wrap the shit
I'm kicking and send it to your moms for Christmas
And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it
Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant
'Cause niggas rap styles just down, it's expired
You should've stayed home instead of picking up a microphone
But if you wanna run on up, like you tough
I call your bluff and blow you down with my hardcore stuff
I shine like twenty-four carat, niggas know

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Roll and stroll with the party scene
Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean
Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and
Test my skill niggas, you're tripping
Drugged up from sniffing, you're the one who's riffing
I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith
Start to flip, slip cause you're slipping
While you sleep I be the God on point, with Scottie Pippen
As I jump on stage, flip rip a show
Strip and rip a ho, way like Bo
Jackson while I'm still taxing maxing
Relaxing sitting back, silly attraction
Again and again when I rock the jam
Wanna see 'em up in the air, throw up your hand
Introducing one-man band in town
It's wild, more the style couldn't stand nigga
When the jump stepped to the center
Of the rhyme inventor, MCs' tormentor
You get dap slapped, across the MC map
Your ass that's your ass on a whore shot
Come on through I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get Rudy with the Hong Kong Phoo'
Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer
Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style
That I lay down like tile, then I get higher

[60 Second Assassin - Sunz of Man]
Here comes the ill, type ruffer
Style be untouched I'm leavin' broken down grammars on the pen
Who, who, what? What brings it? Tighter than your anus
Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers
Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill
Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill
60 Second, nucleus, attack on your set
Hit you with the blast (Yo, close the door)
Shabazz
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Freestyle On Big Max New Jacks Of Rap[ODB]

The terminology and psychology
You still expect me to accept?
Do what I say of the (TDK?)
With the button on record and the other on play
Thus I press pause for a serious cause
To respect an intellect with the gradifying
Now that I'm ready, let the music begin
As I detake what I wrote with my bulletpoint
To the time that I spent, the money that I lend
Rap records when I'm just about 8 cents
Then it came a new way to getting paid
They said rhyming on the mic is the number one trait
When the brother get the feeling that he wanna play cool
The discouberrated, diabolical fool, all flesh MC
Go play in the mud, you know ... 20, if you ... (a)nother century
... modern day is a chad
Is a cannibal, human or an underground dweller
Chad broke loose from the goddamn cellar
Dope fiend addict why you walk, why you roam?
With the aquired, immune, deficiency sydrome
When the MC's came to live out their name
Most rock the rhymes that was all the same
But when I elevated the mass of the time
You stimulated from the high force rhyme
You got shocked because you knew you were (?)
Like the sucker MC, from of my block
Talking to you, you MC crew
When I speak about wonder, speaking bout two
Speaking bout the, who swear they can rhyme
You wanna battle the god? you lose everytime
Retake the port inside my box, just b... of my doorcells
And it did not rock!
Well it's not my style or your profile
Its just the (?) the time that rocks more while
See, I be the motivating, dominating supreme force
The cultivating, activating cream and sauce
The wise educated and I'm gonna be, you and I, to the (Q.U.E?)

Yo Peace, Dirt Bas out kid
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Raw Hide (2020 Remaster)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah
I wanna let all y'all niggas know in here tonight
That this is that Wu-Tang shit
This that shit that's gonna get you high
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?
(You nuh see it? Wu-Tang a-run tings)
Be the original G
Rhymin' on timin' in the place to be
(Run blood claat tings)
Ladies love seein' me

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed
I want action, that's what I need
I never put doubt on my mind
'Cause I know when I touch the mic it'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
Niggas I know be runnin' around with mad fuckin' cash
Who the fuck wanna be an MC?
If you can't get paid to be a fuckin' MC?
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 posse
P-E-A-C-E

[Chorus: Method Man]
Move 'em in, move 'em in
Move 'em out, move 'em out
Stick it up
Raw hide

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, gotta come back to attack
Killin' niggas who said they got stacks, 'cause I don't give a fuck
I wanna see blood, whether it's period blood or bustin' your fuckin face, some blood
I'm goin' out my fuckin' mind
Every time I get around devils, ha-ha
Let me calm down, you niggas better start runnin'
'Cause I'm comin', I'm dope like fuckin' heroin
Wu-Tang Bloodkin, a goblin, who come tough like lambskin
Imagine, gettin' shot up with Ol' Dirty insulin
You bound to catch AIDS or somethin'
Not sayin' I got it, but nigga if I got it, you got it

[Verse 3: Raekwon & Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, check the bulletproof fly shit, strong like chopstick
(What (What))
Then I'll remain to tear your frame while I freaks it
Like some fly new sneaks and shit
Now eat my shit, bitch tried to creep and got hit
Now regulate, and I'll be out to set up a date
Wu-Tang is bangin' like a Ron G tape
RZA pump the shit just like a shotty
Watch me run it like John Gotti
Collidin' on the track like gin and watty
Check the calendar, I warn any challenger to step up
Feel the blast from the silencer

[Chorus: Method Man]
Move 'em in, move 'em in
Move 'em out, move 'em out
Stick it up
Raw hide

[Verse 4: Method Man]
Comin' soon to a theatre near you, it be the Wu
Yeah, find yourself in the square and see it's true
Actual facts to snack on and chew
My positive energy sounds peace to you
A wise man killed one horse and made glue
Wicked women puttin' period blood in stew
Don't that make the stew witches brew?
I fear for the eighty-five that don't got a clue
How could he know what the fuck he never knew?
God Cypher Divine come to show and come to prove
A mystery God that's the work of Yakub
The Holy Ghost got you scared to death kid, boo (Boo, boo, boo)

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, we always gotta keep it fly
Fly for you to feel what you wants to feel
See Wu-Tang'd like to thank, all the people across the country
All the people in America, all the people outside of America
For listenin' to our music
We gotta keep it fly for ya
See this ain't somethin' new
That's just gonna come out of nowhere, no
This is somethin' old and dirty
And dirty
Yeah
**************************************************
Hippa To Da Hoppa (2020 Remaster)[Intro]
My beats are slamming

[Verse 1]
My beats are slamming from the rugged programming
My man Bob Marley, hey, my man I'm jamming
You could never touch the stamina, while I'm ramming the
Hip hop crowd makes me rah, rah, rah
Other MC's got flipped with the ease
Begging me for mercy, gon' stop the music please
No 'cause I'm a pro, rap to the convo
Make a crowd say "Ho", at a strip show
Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm
Rhyme's too smoky, funky like a stink bomb
Boom, blowing up niggas mad bigger than the trigger
So you betta' run for cover
Niggas better loosеn they ass, felt the glass
A forty ouncе bottle, yo, yo, yo money, yo pass
Woo-woo-woo, I swear to lives
Is he gonna live doc'? No the nigga died
The maximum of MC's are populating
The minimum of those MC's are dominating
They're all in together now (All in together now)
To what, what, who?
Rhymes come stinkin' like a girl's poo-poo

[Chorus]
Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa

[Verse 2]
Ah shit, here I go once again
Rhyme gets shitty from the time that I spend
I come old like toe fungus mold
Ask my grand-pop, "Pop Duke give me soul" (Give me soul, give me soul)
Then I came with that old Al Green shit
Sadie, taught me the ballistic
I get you blurry in your eye with a high note
Down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked
The shit I'm dropping is stinking up your area
When I shoot it through like a messenger carrier
I keep my breath smelling like shit so I can get funky (Funky)
Baby, I'm not having it

[Chorus]
Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa
Hippa to the hoppa and you just don't stoppa

[Instrumental Break]

[Outro]
The Hellfire style
(Yup)
Dragon fist
Horse fist
Bastard, I didn't know who you were
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Mickey Mouse song[Intro: Masta Killa]
Masta and the Killa is the name


[record scratching] Suuuuuuu!
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Mickey Mouse)]
Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy yam shimmy yay
Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy yam shimmy yay
Shi-shi-shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam shimmy yay

Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy yam shimmy yay
Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy yam shimmy yay
Shi-shi-shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam shimmy yay

Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy yam shimmy yay
Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy yam shimmy yay
Shi-shi-shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam shimmy yay


[Wu-Tang Clan]
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang!! (X4)
**************************************************
Brooklyn Zoo II (Tiger Crane) [2020 Remaster][Intro]
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 niggas know
Shit, 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 mama and my daddy
They grew up cursin'
So please respect my style, please

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-ooh
Oh, shit, nah
I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiner
One verse then you out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount
Yeah, yo, I'm sorry (Come on)
I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiner
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 ass kickin' so tremendous?
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 Panama
I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said, "Suntanima"
He responded so fast, you made me laugh
Hahaha, scared your ass
Kick the hundred strongest rhymes
Then I brought out the punk in him
Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms
Told him enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang that crush any shit you bring
I watch your ass take a big fall, why?
My Main Source is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat, man, I play the Riddler
You try to do me for my nigga, I'll change to Hitler
I'll go out like Nazi, wish your fuckin' ass stayed
Home and play Yahtzee
Or watchin' Happy Days sweatin' Potsie
With Ralph and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killer]
Yo, Unique, yo, kid
Check this shit out, yo, yo
Ninety-five niggas is wasted
Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted
Foamin' out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese
Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease
It's not magic, gaming is the gadget
World classic big national high attracts dear graphics
Lampin' in my own zone, my physical show
Inhale bones Tony Stark, for the diamond in Rome
He's convincin', labelled one man rap convention
The nigga that'll gun down eighty Frenchmen
Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist
I deal with sharpness plus spark the hardest individual
I plant crimes inside vocals
My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof
Hit the sun roof, be out like a wanderin' dream
Shuttle and get startled off the verbal hygiene, my nigga (Yeah)

[Interlude: Samples]
Back but forgot the chainsaw
And when I perform a massacre
Better be comin' with some motherfuckin' shit that's spectacular
Come on, can I get a Wu-Tang?
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, it's on your brain (Say what?)
I'm the one man army, Ason
I never been tooken out
My mama taught me this shit
And my daddy learned from my mama
Which is good, which is good (Sweet sugar pie)
I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop
Chamber number nine, verse thirty-two
Only speaks about Brooklyn Zoo
That a—

[Outro]
Shame on you when you step through to
Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
What? My nuh
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
To the West coast
To the East coast
To the North coast
To the South
When you take North, East, West, South
Put it all together and it spell news
Then you got the ol' rhythm, bastard blues
And you don't stop
So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker

[Spoken]
Listen up
Represent
How do we do?
Everybody, you know, number one is the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfuckin' hangout, yeah
Man, come on, man, with that bullshit
It's the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfucking house
Fuck is going on? Niggas from Brooklyn know what the fuck is... like that
Niggas don't yell like that
Motherfuckers, it's the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfucking house
Shit, and uptown in the motherfucking house
Yo, fuck that shit
Shit is live...
But yo, I, what I can't understand, man
A nigga's gotta get drunk...
Ol' Dirty, I got my Brooklyn Zoo niggas here tonight, know what I'm sayin'?
And these niggas ain't no motherfuckin' joke...
What the fuck do you think...
Give me some love, nigga
Yo, check it out, yo
I will get busy for y'all niggas and leave the rest to Matt, know what I'm sayin'?
But a nigga is sober as a priest and a nigga gotta get drunk first
So y'all keep continuing this bat shit
Yo, I wanna give enough respect to everyone that's coming here doing this shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, my man Brandon over here
He gon' have shit goin' for y'all...
Niggas gotta go, keep it real
Niggas gon' get drunk, niggas gotta go
Why the fuck you like it when you fuck a nigga up sometimes and shit when you, when you drunk
All you can see is fucking light, man, that's all I know and that's all I see
And you move the fuck over there
Yo, yo
Yo, I been... thank God I'm here, man
But yo, I been around here for fifteen fucking years, man, know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas come into this rap game and shit
And motherfuckers actually think this fucking rap game is a fucking joke
Let me explain to y'all about how the fuck rap is
See, rap to me
Is like my bitch, right, my bitch
She fuck another nigga
And I get mad and I wanna kill her, the bitch
And I wanna kill the nigga
See, this is how you must step up to the motherfuckin' microphone
**************************************************
Damage (2020 Remaster)[Intro]
(Say peace) Peace
Dirty, Ol' Dirty Bastard
(Say it, say it again)
The genius, genius (The genius)
The genius, the genius

[Verse: Ol Dirty Bastard & GZA]
I'll grab the mic and I'll damage ya
Crush your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiner
One verse then you're out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount
Wake him up and then ask him why did he attend this
Competition to get an ass kickin' so tremendous?
Boy, you know you shouldn't bothеr this
Leave me alonе like the son said, G, or he'll be fatherless
'Cause I got the Asiatic flow mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Cristo
And MC's start to vanish
I stepped up to a jet black kid, started speakin' Spanish
Yo, he wasn't from Panama
Asked him how he get so dark, the nigga said, "Suntanama"
He responded so fast, he made me laugh
Ha-ha-ha, then I scared his ass
Kicked the hundred strongest rhymes
I brought out the punk in him
Caught him with a strong five deadly venom
Told him enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang that'll crush the shit you bring
And watch your ass take a big fall, why?
My Main Source is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat, man, I play The Riddler
Try to Jew me for a rhyme and I change to Hitler
Go out like a Nazi
You'll be wishin' your fuckin' ass stayed home and played Yahtzee
Or watchin' Happy Days, sweatin' Potsie
With Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi
Wu, who? Me gettin' wrecked so I'm through
Like a ten and a half foot gettin' in a seven shoe
Now picture that with a Minolta
Have your ass doin' some Night Fever shit like John Travolta
I come strong, I make knowledge born
I flip the script and rock on from P.M. past the fuckin' dawn
Pass the hammer, you're broke down
English grammar, what, what?
Can't understand it? Here's the panorama
A complete view of how I defeat you
Should've stepped to those fuckin' kids who tried to beat you
Yeah, I bust that ass before
You ran to Texas and came back but forgot the chainsaw
And when I perform a massacre
Better be comin' with some motherfuckin' shit that's spectacular
Crush the personal vendetta, well, you just better
Start steppin' to your raggedy-ass Jetta
Put the pedal to the metal
You and your DJ change your name to Ma and Pa Kettle
As I pass the bone, kicks your every measure
It's not a Newport, but it's still live with pleasure
Come on, don't be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
Rolled up in a Motown Philly
I used to write all the time when I smoked
Grabbed the mic, then I like, kinda went for broke
With visually concepts, strongest rhymes or biceps
Lyrically speakin', three to four rhymes a choke
Uh, some think they be harmin' this, claimin' they be bombin' this
But they still remains anonymous
I pull strings like Jimi Hendrix
Rhyme on beats that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
I teach the truth to the youth
I say, "Hey youth, here's the truth, better start wearin' bulletproof"
Arm yourself with a shield
'Fore you get trapped up just like the children in the cornfield
**************************************************
Snakes (2020 Remaster)[Intro]
Now number two, practiced the snake style
He was known as the snake spirit
He had the speed of a snake
Niggas 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, thеy slither
Whoever
Yo, fеarsome shit, check it out
Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Killah Priest]
It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
Said stay strong 'cause 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
He 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 would just stagger, smellin' like Bacardi
The Dragon, braggin' how he was fuckin' mad hotties
Pressed on the elevator button, and all of a sudden
He licked off about a dozen
Slugs from the cannon that ripped through my cousin
No one was standing when the nigga started bustin'
Blood started to flood the floors by the elevator door
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we planned to make grands and buy a home
(It's number two)

[Verse 2: RZA]
Jagged edge, rock headed god hard as Stonehenge
Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge
Hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manner
And on the block he was called by the mamas
And the grandmas, "indecent", "heathen", "juvenile delinquent"
His weekends was frequently locked inside the precinct
His most recent case for catchin' papes
Was snatchin' up snakes on a roof butt-naked, hang 'em off like drapes
Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace
And those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face
Razor blade sharp who invades the dark
And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS, iron heart like Tony Starks
A fierce lion who never leave the crib without the iron
And on the block he be slingin' rocks and duckin' from the sirens
Greetin' niggas he loved with a pound and a bear hug
Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub
A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten
He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin
And when he came through niggas be lookin' out
Hopin' he gets shot or tooken out
Or locked the fuck up in Brooklyn House
In PC on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot

[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
Yo, do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga (Number two, the snake)
Bad rudeboy from the land of Jamaica
With visions to venture to the U.S
To receive the gold that he couldn't achieve
In his country, even though he sold mad weed
For the next man, who was the Don of the clan
Niggas acting like they got the block locked
Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food
But I be the rudest, bad boy stepping gun toting
Shots lash out like a violent explosion
At the nigga, who tries to stop my production
Intervene the scene and slow up the cream
None of that black, East New York, gun talk
Niggas I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk
Memories of injuries, wounds and burns
Walking through the streets of Medina I stand firm
'Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down
Without a doubt, niggas who front get snuffed out
Justice must be born, there's no escape
'Cause a snake can't be reformed so why wait?
Coming in the name to proclaim your fame for protection
And you don't know no fuckin' lessons? (Number two, the snake)

[Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Bad, bad, Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than the deep blue sea
Badder than you and me
Niggas coming through the trees like a salamander
Biting like a piranha
But I'm biting you back like a black panther
The style, I'm ampin' the
Fuck my name, who I be?
Fuck the game, it's all about the money
Sometimes I get high with the Meth
Then I turn to the Killah Priest
When it comes twelve o'clock
I turned into the demon beast

[Interlude]
Yo, yo fuck that shit
Yo, show these motherfuckers what time it is (Number two, the snake)
(Number two, the snake)
Who's the badass?
Who's the badass?
(Now number two)
(He practiced the snake style
He was known as the snake spirit)

[Verse 5: Buddha Monk]
Lyrics, never waiting, twelve days penetrated
When I come with the roughness, mad niggas try to rush this
Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless
When I try to stay sick, it's Yakub grafted six
Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill
When I drop the greatest skills, brothers say, "Buddha, chill"

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I don't need to rhyme no more, niggas know, yo
To all the Wu-Tang Clan members
The Ghostface Killah, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol' Dirty Bastard
The Method Man, the Chef, Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, U-God, yo
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Baby C’Mon (2020 Remaster)[Intro]
(I like the way you talk)
Yuh, are you taping baby?
Baby are you taping?
Ohhh, yeah-ayy-hey-hi-hey-hey, yeah, oh yeah
Baby, baby c'mon, baby c'mon, baby c'mon
What the fuck anybody wanna do?
(Right on, right on, right on)
Right motherfucking now
Ahahaha

[Verse 1]
I'm the God who's the head of the Lords
Dirty Bastard from the Wu-Tang squad
Can I get raw? Yes, I get Dirty to the floor
Rhymes, hitting on your mind, you could never ignore
Hip hop to me is like a place to be
My specialty from me to you is MC
Say what you wanna say, uh, baby say, uh
I'll flip the microphone, uh, any day, uh
I'm mad swift because I got that gift of gab
Niggas get mad, your ass never had
This talent that I got will riz-zock the spot
MCs, you got paid a lot
You ever noticed a black man, damn, mostly slam
When it come to the money, yo it ain't funny
It's what you gotta do, what you got to do

[Bridge]
C'mon, can I get a Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, it's on your brain

[Verse 2]
I get riggy-diggy raw when it's time to get
On the dance floor, shotgun, kill the shit
Blaow, then you won't step to me
Thinking is he really raw as he said he'd be
If I wasn't really raw, standing here on the floor
You'd be like, "Boo, he ain't hardcore"
Niggas play like they live but won't survive
Jumpin' and poppin', all that drama, you're ticklin' that
I'm an average man, G-O-D fan
Let it be known that the champ, Wu-Tang Clan
Is coming through and woo, boy, it's bad too
Throw your hands in the air, if you don't care
Who, the Ol' Dirty Bastard be?
Yo' ma, you be hoppin' on my shit just like a fly
Bzzz, all around
The dirtiest, stinkin', sound down to the ground
What? What? What you wanna do?
What you wanna do when I'm coming for you?
I'm gonna give it to ya, baby, baby
Baby-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh

[Instrumental Break]
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Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie) [2020 Remaster][Intro]
Yo, imagine, imagine the shit
You 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
Yeah, yeah
Come on, come on
I want all y'all people to feel what I feel
See, my mama taught me this shit
And my daddy learned from my mama
Which is good, which is good

[Verse]
Sweet sugar pie
Oh, I wish you were mine
Lookin' so good
Like you know you should, yeah
And I love you down, down, baby
Oh, my girlie, sweet, my honey
You look so good to me
Love you down, all night long, yeah
Yeah, all night long
Yeah, yeah, 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, yeah

[Chorus]
Do you love me?
Do you love me like this? (Do you love this, girl?)
Tell me that you love me (I know you love me)
I love you too
(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

[Outro]
All night long, yeah, yeah
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
And 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)
No, I'm the baddest hip-hop man across the world
I don't care what you care, I just give what you receive
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Goin’ Down (2020 Remaster)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Hell, remember when we was young
And we used to go
Punch Call
No, remember when we used to say who could do this the longest

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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

[Interlude]
Y'all crazy and shit
I mean y'all get high, and y'all get drunk
And y'all come mouthing around to see Ol' Dirty Bastard perform
I like your motherfucking style
Yo, and I'd like to thank all the DJs across the country for playing my shit
And I'd also like to thank all you underground motherfuckers for keeping it real
But I wanna know who's in the motherfucking house
There's Queens in the house, there's uptown in the house
Boogiedown rocks, are you in the house?
Are you in the house?
Brooklyn Zoo in the house, Stylin' Al, are you in the house?
To the west coast, are you in the house?
To the east coast, are you in the house?
You couldn't show me
Didn't know me
How to be a true MC

[Verse 2]
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 McGirt, that's my motherfucking name
Love to flirt, that's my motherfucking game
They said, "Who wanna be an MC?"
I'm the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream's my specialty
See my style, different from yours
Make young bitch wanna drop the drawers

[Interlude: Icelene Jones]
Fuck that bullshit, Unique
You my motherfucking husband
I ain't got no fucking time for them bitches
Fuck that shit, you better come home with me
You fuckin', you better bring your motherfucking ass home tonight, motherfucker
I ain't got no time for no motherfuckin' bitches calling my motherfucking house with that bullshit
You got three fucking babies to take care of
Fuck that shit
Somewhere over the rainbow
Why oh why? (Hear me now, yeah)

[Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Style funky, you know that's me
Fear no evil, one man army
Down for mine when I go on tour
Throw your hands in the air if you want more
Style is evil like a wicked witch
With the microphone spit, funky as a bitch
Which is which, makes me nasty nasty
Next sittin' on the mic is the rappin' nuh
You want some of the Ason's gun
Shoot the nigga, blaow, reaches no one
Then you know not to touch my ho
I like livin' my own fuckin' show
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Cuttin’ Headz (2020 Remaster)[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA]
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-pow 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, my 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 his heart only pumps Kool-Aid
Snatch a kid by the braids, and cut his head off

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA]
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
Red alert, red alert
Ason comin' straight from the dirt
Once I go berzerk, mad brothers got hurt
Nothin' new in ninety-two, it's time to go to work
Trills, watch 'em scream once I hop on the scene
They 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
Punchin' brother Phils in the face who call me Robbie
I be the RZA, call me that 'cause I
Never liked the name I received from my papa
Dirty deluxe, yo, I'm huntin' for ducks
Snatchin' devils up by the hair, then cut his head off

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard and *RZA*]
Here it is, where's it at? In the back, gotta
Here it is, where's it at? In the back, gotta
Here it is, where's it at? In the back, gotta
Here it is, where's it at? In the back, gotta
Here it is, where's it at? In the back, gotta
Here it is, where's it at? In the back, gotta
Here it is, where's it at? In the back, gotta
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ShimmyOoh baby i like it rawww
Yeah baby i like it raw


Shimmy Shimmy Ya Shimmy yam shimmy yay
**************************************************
The Stomp (2020 Remaster)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Ready to party, party along with me
Sing the song, sing the song with me

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Luh-luh-luh-lady, tell me why, tell me so
I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit
Taste it again, I like it
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 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 'em up 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
Gimme that

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Who's the baddest motherfucka in the Brooklyn town?
And also representer of the Wu-Tang sound
If you wanna jump 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
Fuck with the Wu-Tanger, I'll bang 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

[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard & Raekwon]
Yo, this chamber number 9, verse 32
Is what we call The Stomp
The stomp is down
Get down for your crown
Brooklyn, keep up
Down for his crown
Do the stomp
Go, go, go

[Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Brothas always playin with the microphone
When it blows up in your face, 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
About any nigga or niggerette
Get burned to the ground, feel like a cigarette
Straight up and down, I get dirty to the ground
Rhymin gets me paid mad 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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Dirty Dancin’ (2020 Remaster)[Intro: Dirty Ol' Bastard]
Clean up my vocals
(You God damn well I don't smoke this shit Meth')
Yeah
(Shit) I said yeah
(Know damn well I don't smoke this shit)
(Know damn well)
(I remember when we used to go down to the creek)
('Member we used to go down to the creek?)
C'mon baby, baby
(I used to dip your head in the water)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby c'mon
Super logical this, super logical that
(Everybody thought you had it in you, you know)
I detect a nigga dialect by the way he rap
I elect myself President MC
My career's so intelligent, unique physique
(You used to jump out the water)
Doing mathematics not democratics
(The water used to glisten all over you body)
Static, topic, Asiatic
You see, young unique, never leak
(What? I said the water used to glisten all over your body)
Ah yeah

[Verse 1]
Bring it on back
Super logical this, super logical that
I detect ya dialect by the way you rap
I elect myself President MC
My career's so intelligent, unique physique
Doing mathematics and I'm not democratic
No static topic, I'm Asiatic
See, I'm unique, never—
Bring back the track
(Wu-Tang, Brooklyn Zoo)

[Verse 2: Method Man & Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, crazy, lurkin' in the shadows, I'm shady, sheisty
Get your weight up, don't take me lightly
Blasted, dirty to the grain I be stained with the madness
It's the Meth-Tical with the Bastard
MZA, MZA, my name is the Ol' Dirty Bas
My game, to kick your ass
Duh-duh-duh, duh-dun-duh
Duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-dun
Flip and relax, take an Ex-Lax, I'm shittin'
On the industry that was frontin', now they missin'
What everybody else is gettin'
'Cause they wasn't representin' the real
Appeal, like being on time
When it comes to the microphone we killed the swine
Be the original G
Do the rhymin' on time and in the place to be

[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
You are now in my trance
(You are getting sleepy)
You are now getting sleepy (Yeah)
(And sleepier)
And sleepy
And sleepy

[Verse 3: Method Man]
This one here's for my people, my people
Enter the thirty-six chambers, the sequel
Part two, for me and the cypher troop
With the Teflon lyrics that you can't get through
With that twenty-two automatic rap you pack, what?
You ain't hittin' with that wack shit you kickin'
Straight from the beginning, of the game
All the way to the ninth inning, I bring the pain
Dark like the midnight train on the track by the RZA
Diesel like Arnold Schwarzenegger

[Outro: Method Man & Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Aha, yo, rewind (Aha)
(Oh shit)
The hardware, choose the hardware
Ask'd you a question and you touched the Ason
Extra, extra, read the drama and another one
Would you intrigue? Do your rap fatigue in the—
Oh
Here I go, ah
Yeah
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Don’t U Know, Pt. II (2020 Remaster)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, turn— drop the, drop the drums (Yeah)
Drop the drums, yeah
I know all the time (Step— Step up to the mic, boo)
It be hard to use a Trojan (Yeah, let me hear you)
'Cause your shit can't br—
I know all the time, fellas (Sex is something that everybody needs)
It's hard to use a Trojan 'cause your shit can't breathe (Everybody wants, everybody loves)
It's all closed in, nah (Sex is something that everybody needs)
Put the beat on, put the beat on (Everybody wants, еverybody loves)

[Chorus: Shorty Shit Stain]
Sex is somеthing that everybody needs (If you want it, baby)
Everybody wants, everybody loves (If you want it, babe)
Sex is something that everybody needs
Everybody— You better use a Trojan

[Verse: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I know all the time fellas, be hard to use a Trojan
'Cause your shit can't breathe, it feel all closed in
You wanna slip it off, ooh, baby, I like it raw
But why I wanna hurt myself for?
I was walking down my block, said my block Munroe
Said peace to this girl, girl said, "Hello"
Well, Hell is low and the lowest you can go
Is thirty-two degrees below zero
So I started to rain on this young bitch brain
Causin' her a great relief of physical pain
She said, "Tit for tat, step off the bra strap
No diamonds, no gold, I can never get a rap"
I said, "So what?" as I grabbed her butt
Bitch smiled for a while, but her mouth kept shut
Bitch eighteen years old, just birthed a child
Young in the brain though her thoughts are wild
On welfare, but she don't care
Says FTF is always there
FTF means face-to-face
Main headquarters of your local place
Where you collect your monthly pay
To support bad habits, use, abuse everyday
There has never been a girl in my entire life
My girl, my next ex or my wife
And never been one who tried to disrespect
I'm speakin' 'bout the member of the opposite sex
There's somethin' that I gotta let out
But I don't want to be known as Ralph the Blabbermouth
Quiet as kept, she thought I was soft
But all I wanted to do was knock her boots off
Just from obtaining the common sense
You can tell that the girl seemin' rather quite dense
Other than dense, she played slightly bold
But from the statement I made, she could not uphold herself
She broke down and she started to cry, she said
"Oh, I don't believe this guy"
What? What you gonna do?
May I diss her? Yes, you may
That girl's a slut with a hole in her butt
Who used to be a meaty-bone puppy child, little mutt
Came to my house smellin' like trout
I said, "Doggie, doggie, doggie, get out"
She did my head, I mean the big, bad vicious
Dirt McGirt, deep, dark and delicious
She's a doo-doo buh, alcoholic nuh
And her ass is tighter than a pair of vice grips
Speaking of her tuh
I won't kiss, because they don't give milk
Thems kick piss, yeah
Let me tell you about the rash from the neck
It's enough to put the ring around the collar in check
She's nothin' but a buh other known as a wuh
With an irritating itch from trying to switch
Strung out ass foggin' up glass
Tellin' all the nuh that the bitch first class
Smoke a bag of hash with the money she stash
But she had to play the corner just to make that cash
Pulled down her panties and scratched that rash
Then rubbed 'em with that a-pimp had slashed
Tried to get saved at the tabernacle prayer
But the only thing holy was her shitty underwear
I will change a style, always I will fix
But you can not teach an old bag—

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, I ain't got to say no more, son
Yo, word to God, man
Only thing I'm saying, man, is use a Trojan
Know what I'm sayin'? For real, man
'Cause it's on, man
You know what I'm sayin'?
I had to learn that, know what I'm sayin'?
The hard way, you know my son got that gonorrhea
You know I had to learn it, know what I mean?
Yo, on the real side, man
All you motherfuckers that call yourself Brooklyn Zoo
Represent your zoo, you understand what I'm sayin'?
'Cause, yo, long as you don't fuck with this Brooklyn Zoo clique
This clique ain't got to come and touch your clique
We outta here, Ol' Dirty Bastard Records, nigga
White Lotus, Buddha Monk
Ol' Dirt Bas, Shorty Shit Stain
60 Second Assassin, Killah Priest
Twelve O'Clock, Murda, Zoo Keeper
Dutch Master Killer
For real, boy, put it all up in your ass
36 Chambers of death, what?
Sex is something that everybody needs
Everybody wants, everybody loves (Use a Trojan)
Sex is something that everybody needs
Everybody wants, everybody loves
Sex is something that everybody needs
Everybody wants, everybody loves
Sex is something that everybody needs
Everybody wants, everybody loves
Sex is something that everybody needs (Yeah)
Everybody wants, everybody loves (You sexy motherfucker)
Motherfucker, girl
When you see a motherfuckin' girl on the street
You wanna hear that bitch heart beat
You wanna get up on that pussy
You wanna feel what's so unique
So you slip inside, take a glide
On a natural magic ride
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Don’t U Know (2020 Remaster)[Intro]
Oh, cutie, got it goin' on
Cute? What? That dirty motherfucker?
You buggin'
Ain't no buggin', he's some ugly motherfucker
You buggin', yo, look at his disposition, shorty got a stride
What stride? Bummy motherfucker, he ain't shit
See, that's my flavor, rough, you don't know nothin' about that
You got mad sour flavor on, girl, 'cause that ain't shit at all
I'm, yo, G, I don't think he really realize, look at him
Look at what? Dirty motherfucker, he ain't shit
You don't see what I see, B
I don't see nothing, you wear glasses so
True, true, personally (I like that motherfucker)
Just look at him, homie's just dispositioned

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Approach the school nine thirty, you're late
The 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 thе teacher, or students who wеre clockin' you
Lean back at this girl who kept clockin' you
Stimulated from a sensimilla blunt
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 cold and sore mentally
Visualize the aim on the board
As how to buy pussy you cannot afford
This girl who was slim and trim
Whispered in her friend’s ear quietly, "I want him"
I took out my books to write the notes for my class
But I kept fantasizing my dick in that ass
So I turned around to arrange a date
Swinging episode, baby, number one's gotta say it
She popped her gum, cold twist her curl
I said, "Baby, how you feel?", She said, "Shirl"
Then I said, "Shirl", I just found my thrill
Where? In the classroom? No, on Blueberry Hill
But also said, "Just bottle your hate"
She put her face on the chest, this is what the bitch said
"Because of you I ain't hurting within my, within my heart
'Cause no, I'm not right to be flirtin'
But our relationship has to start
You're the one that I'm clocking
It's time for you could stop mockin'
Don't want you to see me cry
This is why, this is why, this is why"

[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
I met a girl named Chandra from way down yonder
The apple of my eye had a Snapple and some fries
Forgot the ketchup, that's when I pressed up
"I've been watching you mowing your lawn"
The thoughts were flowin', while I'm holding her palm
"Hey, what's that on your menu?", from there we continued
To talk about this and that, we chit and chat
Sipped on the Coke then I stroked her back
As she giggled and I wiggled to the bra
She said, "Nah", that's when I noticed her Pa
Big Tank, who did nothing but the spank
At parties, drink Bacardi and didn't think
Just act silly with his brother Willy
Another hillbilly gettin' ill with the Philly
And moonshine, but it's a new time of day
On the stoop doing the Patty Duke
Okay, it's like that old flip flaps through the shower caps
The platform shoes to the Apple Jacks
Chub chub

[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, you niggas, niggas be actin' like
They be lovin' them, them, them fancy bitches
I, I likes me a nasty bitch
Bitch that's willing to do anything at any given time
Bitch gotta be nasty 'cause I'm a nasty nigga
I do anything, baby, I wouldn't give a fuck what it was
I'll, ah, anything, I'm a nasty motherfucker, girl

[Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm just sittin', right, in my class at a quarter to ten, right?
Waiting patiently for the class to begin, right?
Teacher said, "Open up your texts and read the first paragraph on oral sex"
I said, "Oral sex, what kind of class is this?"
The girl next to me said, "What's wrong with you, miss?
This is a lesson that makes you feel fine
Kinda ease your nerves and relax your mind"
I said, "Don't try to use no hypnotic spell"
She said, "Be my assistant, I'd sure rather tell"
My knees buckled, heart started to drop
My dick grew to a size that my nerves couldn't stop
I tried to run, she yelled out, "Freeze"
Pulled down my drawers, dropped to her knees
Ripped off my drawers as if she had claws
Broke the rules that defined sex laws
She responded quick
With a slick welcoming kiss and a ice cream lick
Oh, I begged, I begged
"Easy on my balls, they're fragile as eggs"
Part two coming up
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Shimmy Shimmy Ya (Extended Mix) [Acapella] [2020 Remaster][Chorus 1]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw (Yeah)
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw

[Verse 1]
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 Dodger Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm
Rain on your college-ass disco dorm
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill now
Chop that down, pass it all around
Lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground
For any emcee in any fifty-two states
I get psycho killer, Norman Bates
My producer slam, my flow is like bam
Jump on stage and then I dip down

[Chorus 2]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw

[Incomprehensible backwards verse incorporating part of Verse 2 (Extended version)]

[Verse 2]
See, when a nigga say he likes it raw
Keepin' it dirty, down to the floor
See my name is the ODB and I'll beat your ass
For the ladies who know me tell them who the fuck I be
For the niggas who know me tell them who the fuck I be
My style comes down on y'all like rocks
(Sittin' on the dock of the bay) By the dock!
(Aiyaiyaiyaiyaiyaiyaiy) Umm, by the flock
(Don't goooooo) Buy the brick, buy the block
Got east coast locked down, padlocked
My Zoo niggas be all all down by the flock

[Chorus 1]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw

[Verse 3]
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 Dodger Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm
Rain on your college-ass disco dorm
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill
Now chop that down, pass it all around
Lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground
For any emcee in any fifty-two states
I get psycho killer, Norman Bates
My producer slam, my flow is like bam
Jump on stage and then I dip down

Yo, y'all know the lyrics
Come on, sing with me

[Outro 1]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shimmy shimmy ya, yeah)
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam)
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay)
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shi shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay)
Yeah, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shimmy shi-shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay)
Give me the mic so I can take it away, shimmy shimmy ya
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Shimmy Ya SongShi  shimmy shimmy ya
Shi-shi-shimmy shimmy ya
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Give It To Ya Raw (SD50 Remix) [2020 Remaster][Intro]
Conjunction
I remember the Gods at the—
Give it to ya raw
Yo, this that old school shit
About 12 years old

[Verse 1]
Let's get physical, operate your brain to function
I remember the Gods at the junction
Conjunction, junction, what's your function?
I summed it up as the Ason 'sumption
Known on the microphone as Crazy Crucial
Dipping low on an MC like you ain't doin' you
Something, so step to the shit right now
Kick another gig in my goddamn town
No one is fresher, I damage the deadly
Daredevil doin' 'cause I am the U-N
I-Q-U-E, funky fresh
Funky dude get hype, you're motherfucking right I do
Ason, break it down, sure, anytime
Assure he is outstanding, never end, clever in the rhyme
Break down your shit, however you come
There's no one who can fuck with Ason (Give it to you)
I paralyze you, make you realize who
Lost concern with my goddamn crew
Quiet as kept when I start any fuckin riots
Even 'fore you do it, my nigga, don't try it (Even)
For you to get close enough to my style
You have to travel miles and miles and miles
To find a special rhyme like mines, you gotta look
You might even find it in the Brooklyn Zoo
Look as you're killing the beat with all your might
If lovin' hip-hop's wrong, baby, I don't wanna be right
Wake up, what? What? Losing your head
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Juvenile fraction of hard, you say you're living large
You're the head nigga in charge (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I give it to ya raw
I said I give it to ya raw
I'm Ason, baby, I'm the Ason, baby
I'm Ason, baby, I'm the Ason
I'm Ason, baby, I'm the Ason
Givin' it to ya raw, baby
The raw deal, because

[Verse 2]
These lovely rhymes made by the one and only
I'm Ason, there's nothing phony about me
Steady of course, so hard to handle with it
Like a specialist, I write my own music
That will make you dance, get drunk or act wild
Ladies be sayin', "Hey, hey, I love your style"
Whether you're sober, yo, just behold the Casanova
Get chopped with the lawn mower (Give it to ya)
So get busy as Ason perform
On and on, ladies scream my name, "Ason"
That means God, Ason, girls romantic
Repeat it so much you catch a throat infection
Yo, I relieve the ones who believe
You're in the need of the God degree
That I build on with style and finesse
Keep MCs in check like a game of chess
So to the folks, come to my rehearsals
I look so good I should be on the commercials
On TV that can tell a vision no lie
I'm the Ason, most high
Use your keys and start the ignition
They'll never forget they can choke on position
Don't charge a cent of excellent
Add the ingredients of Ason's elements
Fire, water, gold, earth, wood
Yo, through the knowledge because it is good
Enough to overstuff jumbo pack
Brother like Ason will never be attacked
By a nigga couldn't figure how to pull the gun trigger
I said, "Yo, get the fuck outta here"

[Outro]
The Sugarhill Gang niggas
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, all of— yo, I can't remember all you niggas back in the days
Zulu Nation, you know what I'm sayin'?
All you motherfuckers, man, I just wanna say I love ya
Givin' it to ya, know what I'm sayin'?
All you breakdancin' niggas, freestyle poppin'
You know who was the baddest niggas? I ain't gon' say nothin'
But y'all know who was the baddest niggas in that shit
You know?
See, I was one of them niggas doin' this shit seventeen years
And I just wanna let all y'all MCs know all across the land
You got any problems, any beefs, you can bring that shit
'Cause I don't give a fuck
I'm the baddest nigga, I don't give a fuck
I been doin' this for seventeen joints
What? What?
Shut the fuck up, you little-ass nigga
I said, have you heard a—
I said, have you heard a—
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Ol’ Dirty’s Back (2020 Remaster)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
What's up? Let's go
Let's go, man (Yo, girl, you heard that Dirty shit?)
Yo, Snoop Dogg
Yo, Dre (Yeah, yeah, yeah, that nigga taking over)
Yo, Too $hort, E-40, and The motherfucking Click
Enough respect to the West coast
Dun, dun, dun
Yo, Ol' Dirty Bastard coming through
Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast locked the fuck down (He taking over, that's his shit)
Know what I'm saying? Hear my shit, nigga (Brooklyn Zu, Brooklyn Zu)
Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Brooklyn

[Verse 1: 12 O'Clock]
Shit is crazy real in the field
I watched niggas blood get spilled over five dollar bills
And major drug deals on the real
Seen a nigga get mills and his bitch get him killed
In this American dream to get some cream
You're owning a Beam, and your face in magazinеs
12 O'Clock maintains in the game
Bring the Pain, thе smokin' method, mane
It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames
Get a gold record and you change
And for the niggas selling cocaine, you're to blame
Black people lives ain't the same
And that's the tale in my hood
Niggas is up to no good
You better watch 'em in them hoods

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I always thought living life was easy
Go to school, get a job, yo, it couldn't be me (Be me)
So instead, I played my bed
My momma got fed
And now a nigga living with a dread (A dread)
My best fuckin friend, knew him since ten
Nigga fed me cream, let me whip the Benz (The Benz)
Houses all over Texas (Texas)
Lightning gold Lexus (Lexus)
He had enough respect to dress this (Dress this)
Expensive Tim suits
Girl wearing fly Gucci boots (Gucci boots)
Put me on like pook (Pook)
Every morning that I awake
Ten G's in my fuckin' face
Combination to the safe (Combination to the safe)
Son runs our state
Carrying coke by the weight (Weight)
Make 'em put pounds in the weed gate (Weed gate)
And it's ran by Ol' Dirty (Dirty)
12 O'Clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty (Dirty)

[Interlude: 12 O'Clock & Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Fuck all that motherfucking drug selling shit
I wanna see some motherfucking lyrics
I wanna hear some motherfucking lyrics
What up nigga, what?
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha
I got you, nigga

[Verse 3: 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 came up bad in the town like Charles Bronson
Knobs at your speaker and I'll do you for that reason (No you don't)
12 is no joke, I'll bring wreck through the seasons (No you don't, motherfucker)
All the men, killed ten, many more, but just when
That joker act, you can save for Jack Nicholson (What?)

[Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
One, two, and three, through your rap fatigue
And the MC world is a minor league
What you speak, you swear it's unique
Or just a peak physique of an old antique
Don't expect a project, then it's bound to freeze
Your whole head is stuck and stiff like Siamese
I never liked rhymes that's incomplete
Then again, obsolete
I shall repeat, there's an easy street
For niggas who earned
You learned, you sojourned
Then you returned
As an intelligent, positive messenger
Not an experiment negative Lucifer
With the jittling gloss of grafted skin
Nothing like spring sauce of the true origin
Who would score? The wizard of war
Caveman best friend was a god damn dinosaur
No more jungle-like living from the Blue Lagoon
It's not an Animal House, National 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 get you dizzy, spellbound like a merry-go-round
While I'm freaking, shall I expose?
You take what they take, on some recompose
A fresh MC is totally unique
Even the Devil said I'm totally unique
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Harlem World (2020 Remaster)[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Shit, that makes me high (One, two, one, two)
Yo, we gon' bring it back to Harlem World
Motherfuckin' jocks (British Knights)
Yo, I remember when niggas was walking down the street with bombers on
Goose goose
Motherfuckers now walking 'round with broke hands (I was wearing 'em)
Gold tooth that was never shined (I was wearing 'em)
See, 'cause tonight is the night of all nights
Most people gather around to hear the show that is coming through your town (I was wearin' em)
See, my name (What, what?) is something that you won't know unless you're down with the Brooklyn Zu (I was wearing 'em)
Other brothеrs come, but never comе back (Introducing)
So, basically (One, two)
What the Ol' motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayin'
Is that if you fuck around (One, two, one, two)
You gon' get your ass fucked up (Dirty)
So don't fuck around and get laid down (Blaow, yeah)

[Verse: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, I remember, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na
Not too long ago, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na
I went to a city, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na
And I saw a Wu-Tang show, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na
Now, I always wanted, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na
To get with the band, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na
But niggas was singing they own songs, being in they own worlds
So I guess I, I guess I, ahh!
The terminology, the psychology, you still expect me to accept?
Do what I say off the TDK, put 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 about
And then it came 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 discombobulated diabolical fool
Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud
Another 20th century, modern day (Thug)
Cannibal Humanoid Underground (Dweller)
C.H.U.D. broke loose from the God damn (Cellar)
Dope fiend addict why you walk through?
Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome
When the MCs came to live out they name
Most rocked the rhymes that was all the same
When I elevated and mastered the time
You were stimulated from the high post (Rhyme)
You got shocked 'cause you knew you were rocked
You not the king of the diss, you's a queen of a bitch
You're like a homosexual, your ass always switch
Niggas wake up in the morning, your ugly-ass guise
Got slobber 'round your mouth, green coating your eye
You can't smile, your teeth too gritty
Can't even move, drawers too shitty (You know what's else?)
It's shaped like a missile
The holes in your drawers, when you fart, them shits (Whistle)
You ducking sucking motherfucking cold-hearted faggot
Sperm germ slimy worm disintegrated maggots
Repeat your rhymes all the time like a fucking 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
Blame it on another sucker 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 a 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
Nothing to gain, yet, and still you came
Suffer the pain as I demolish your name
Not like Betty Crocker, Betty cake in the ove'
Saying this is dedicated to the one I love
Not a swine or dove, from the Heavens up above
When I rap, people clap, so they push and 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]
No, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
What y'all niggas don't seem to hear
Is y'all cannot fuck with me
I said
All
Can't fuck with me
I wanna give a shout out to my nigga Dore, Dore, Dore, Dore, Dore
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
For the niggas who's here
And the girls who's out there
Throw your hands in the air
'Cause in this ones, it's more fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
Zzz
Woo
Get your ass in the house, 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 fucking time I'ma talk to you tonight, you hard-headed motherfucker
I'm sorry, man
I-I didn't mean too much trouble by it
But when it come to fucking with you MCs
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Shimmy Shimmy Ya (Stripped Version) [2020 Remaster][Intro]
What's up with them pianos? You know how I like the shit
Dirty, dirty, dirty (Yeah)
Dirty (Yeah)

[Chorus 1]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw (Yeah)
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw

[Verse 1]
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 Dodger Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm
Rain on your college-ass disco dorm
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill now
Chop that down, pass it all around
Lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground
For any emcee in any fifty-two states
I get psycho killer, Norman Bates
My producer slam, my flow is like bam
Jump on stage and then I dip down

[Chorus 2]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw

[Incomprehensible backwards verse incorporating part of Verse 3 (Extended version)]

[Verse 2]
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 Dodger Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm
Rain on your college-ass disco dorm
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill
Now chop that down, pass it all around
Lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground
For any emcee in any fifty-two states
I get psycho killer, Norman Bates
My producer slam, my flow is like bam
Jump on stage and then I dip down

[Outro]
Oh, dirty, oh (Shi-shimmy shimmy ya, yeah)
(Shi-shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam)
Dirty, dirty, oh
(Shi-shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay)
(Shi-shi shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay)
Oh, dirty, oh
(Shi-shimmy shi-shimmy ya shimmy yam, shimmy yay)
Give me the mic so I can take it away, shimmy shimmy ya

Shi-shi-shi shimmy shimmy ya

[Chorus 1]
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Yeah, baby, I like it raw
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Brooklyn Zoo (Lord Digga Remix) [2020 Remaster][Intro]
Shit
Word, I'll bust that nigga ass right now
Ain't no– none of them niggas can't fuck with me
What? Nigga, you could never fuck with me, my nigga
I'll fuck you up right now, what? What? What?
Bust your motherfucking ass, boy
I ain't no motherfucking joke, you know who you talking to? (Yo, word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'll fuck you up right now
Yeah, what? What? What?
He ain't sayin' nothin', fuck him

[Verse]
I'm the one-man army, Ason
I never been tooken out, I keep MC's looking out
I drop science like Cosby dropping babies
Enough to make a nigga go crazy
In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason? I keep planets in orbit
While I be coming with deeper and more shit
Enough to make you break and shake your ass
As I create rhyme good as a Tastykake makes
This style, I'm mastered in
Niggas catching 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 burning? Well, fuck it, now you're learning
How I don't even like your motherfucking profile
Give me my fucking shit, chk-chk, blaow
Last seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, niggas be quiet as kept
Now you know nothing
Before you knew a whole fucking lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot
A lot of MC's came to my showdown
And watched me put your fucking ass low down
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt, I 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 (Brooklyn Zoo)
How to pull a fucking gun trigger, I said "Get the fuck outta here"
Nigga wanna get too close to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll jack any wack host
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name
My hip-hop drops on your head like rain
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 rizzock the spot
MCs I'll be burning, burning hot
Woah-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up 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, try to hog shit
So I'll take your ass out quick
The mics, I'm had it, my nigga, you can suck my dick
If you wanna step to my motherfucking rep
Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death
You got shot 'cause you knock-knock-knock
"Who's there?" Another motherfucking hard rock
Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back (Back)

[Chorus]
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 (Brooklyn Zoo, what?)
Shame on you when you step through to (My nigga)
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

[Outro]
What? My nigga
Shame on you
Shame—
Shame on you when you step through to—
Shame on— Shame on—
Shame on you when you step through to—
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