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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]
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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!
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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*
+**************************************************
+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!
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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....
+**************************************************
+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!
+**************************************************
+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.)
+**************************************************
+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]
+**************************************************
+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]
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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...
+**************************************************
+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..
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+**************************************************
+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!
+**************************************************
+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]
+**************************************************
+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]
+**************************************************
+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]
+**************************************************
+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]
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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 .......
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+**************************************************
+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]
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+Brooklyn Zoo song (remix)[Intro: ODB, Mickey Mouse]
+Shame on you when you step through the Old Dirty Bastard Brooklyn Zoo
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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]
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+Shimmy Ya SongShi  shimmy shimmy ya
+Shi-shi-shimmy shimmy ya
+**************************************************
+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—
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
+**************************************************
+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
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