| RELEASE DATE: | 2005-06-21 |
| DURATION: | - |
| # OF TRACKS: | 20 |
| ALBUM TYPE: | 컴필레이션, studio |
| GENRE/STYLE: | 팝
랩/힙합
이스트 코스트 랩
하드코어 랩 |
| ALSO KNOWN AS: | - |
| INDEX: | 1375 |
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INTRODUCTION
2004년 11월 13일, 뉴욕의 스튜디오에서 가슴의 아픔을 호소하고 넘어져 생을 마감한 ODB 의 풀 스토리가 담긴 베스트 앨범. 1968년 뉴욕에서 태어나 개성적인 힙합 집단으로 90년대를 대표하는 Wu-Tang Clan 의 멤버로서 독특한 래핑과 거친 스타일로 특히 높은 인기를 누렸다. Mariah Carey 의 Fantasy, Lil' Mo, P ras, Mya 등과 함께 한 트랙들과 그의 생전 인터뷰 등이 담긴 보너스 DVD 가 있다. ....  .... 
TRACKS
| Disc 1
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1. |
| 3:49 |
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I'm the one-man army Ason,
I've never been tooken out,
I keep M.C.'s lookin' out,
I drop science like girls be droppin' babies,
Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy,
Energy building,
Takin' all types of medicine,
Your ass thought you were better than,
Ason, I keep planets in orbit,
While I be comin' with deeper and more shit,
Enough to make and bake
and shake your ass and clock and take,
Rhymes good as a tasty cake,
mix, this style, I'm masterin',
Niggas catchin' headaches,
what, what?You need Aspirin,
This type of pain,
you couldn't even kill with Midol,
Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol,
In your face like a can of mace, baby,
Is it burnin? Well, fuck, now you're learnin',
How, I don't even like your motherfuckin' profile,
Give me my fuckin' shit, (Ch-ch...plow!)
Not seen and heard, no one knows, you forget,
Niggas be quiet as kept,
Now you know nuthin',
before you knew a whole fuckin' lot,
Your ass don't wanna get shot,
Alot of M.C.'s came through my showdown,
To watch me put your fuckin'
ass lo-o-ow down,
As you can go, below zero,
without a doubt I've never been tooken out,
By a nigga, who couldn't figure,
yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure,
Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure,
how to pull a fuckin' gun triger,
Get the fuck outta here!
Nigga wanna get too close, to the upmost,
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host,
"Introducin', yo fuck that nigga's name,"
My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain,
And when it rains it pours,
cause my rhymes hardcore,
That's why I give you more of the raw,
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot,
M.C.'s I be bur-r-rnin', bur-r-rnin' hot,
Woah ho ho! Hit me like slow-mo with the flow,
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know,
I'm homicidal when you enter the target,
Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit,
So I take yo ass out quick,
the mics I had my nigga,
You can suck my dick,
If you wanna step to my motherfuckin' wreck,
(Ch-ch plow! plow! plow!) blown to death,
You got shot cause you knock knock knock,
"Who's there?"
Another motherfuckin' hardrock,
Slackin' on your back
cause raw's what you lack,
You wanna react? Bring it on back...
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
What?My nigga...
Shame on You...
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
What?My nigga...
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2. |
| 2:43 |
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Oh, fuck, you can't even sing.
Hey, baby, I like it rawww...
Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!
Ooh, baby, I like it raww...
Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!
Sh...
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay,
Gimme the mic so I can take it away.
Off on a natural charge, bon voyage
Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm!
Rain on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm!
For you to even touch my skill,
You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now
My producer slam, my flow is like bam!
Chop that down, pass it all around!
Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground!
For any MC in any 52 states,
I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates!
My producer slam, sharp like bam!
Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah!
I like the way you come
Hey, baby, I like it rawww...
Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!
Ooh, baby, I like it raww...
Yeah baby, I like it RAWWW!!!
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3. |
| 4:00 |
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Ohhh baby
I dedicate this to all the pretty girls
All the pretty girls
Its on (echo)
All the pretty girls, in the world
And the ugly girls too
Cause to me your pretty anyways baby
You give me your number, I call you up
you act like ur pussy dont interrupt
I don't have no problem with you fucking me
But I have a little problem wit you not fucking me
Baby you know ima take care of you
Cause you say you got my baby, and I know it ain't true
Is it a good thing? no its bad bitch
For good or worse, makes you switch
So I walk on over with my crystal
Bitches, niggaz put away your pistols
Dirty wont be having it in this house
Cause bitch I'll cripple your style
Now that you heard my calm voice
You couldn't get another nigga, hoochie wont get moist
If you wana look good and not be bummy, girl you better give me that money
Aooow...
Hey, dirty, baby I got your money
Don't your worry, I said hey.
Baby I got your money
Yo! so I glanced at the girls, girls glanced at me
I whispered in their ear, wana be with me?
You wana look pretty though, in my video
Ol' dirty on the hat and I let you all know
Just dance! if you caught up in the holy ghost trance
If you stop! ima put the killer ants in your pants
I'm the O-D-B as you can see
Every eye, don't you be watching me
I don't want no problems cause I put you down
In the ground where you can not be found
I'm just dirt dog trying to make sum bunny
So give me my streaks and give me my honey
Radio, yes all day, everyday
Recognize I'm a fool and ya luuuuuuuuuuv me!
None of you nmph better look at me funny
Nmph you know my name now give me my money!
Dirty: sing it, sing it girls! (during hook)
Just shake it right now!
Somebody else: if dirty want his money
I think ya'll should give him his money
Dirty: that's how I like giiiiiiiirlllll
Sexy, sexy, sexy!
Sexy, sexy, sexy!
Sexy, sexy, sexy!
Sexy, sexy, sexy!
Yo, yo!
Nigga playing in the club like this all night
Bitches put your ass out let me hold it tight
You looking at my wrist saying "its so nice"
The price bitch is diamonds shining disco light
You better help me solve this problem
Or ima get this money and rob them
Lucky dig when I won the lotto
Ran up on my car for carrying (ryllos?)
You can call me dirty, and then lift up your skirt
And you want some of this dirty, god made dirt and dirt bust yo ass
Stop annoying me, yeah! I play my music loud
It takes the bastard ol' dirty, to move the crowd
They say he had his dick in his mouth
Eddie Murphy told me that back in the house
But give me my money!
hook till fade with odb sayin shit
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4. |
| 4:14 |
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Yo, yo, this is Chris Rock
You heard my man
He ain't on no commercial shit
The O.D.B.
It ain't the Young D.B.
It's the Ol' D.B.
That old shit
This ain't the Embry-O.D.B.
This is the Ol' mothafuckin D.B.
I'm Chris Rock, I'm chillin with the O.D.B.
So I'm the wrong place, at the wrong mothafuckin time
With the wrong mothafuckin man
The O.D.B., baby
All y'all niggas talkin bout commercial song
This ain't no commercial song
Straight up, nigga, what?
Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
All y'all niggas lovin me
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize
Yo, what's my name? (You need to recognize)
Shut the fuck up! (You need to recognize)
I bring the mothafuckin ruckus
(You need to recognize) C'mon punk ass niggas
Uh, nah, nah, I'm just fuckin wit'chall
(Uh-huh)
Who get drunk at night till the early morn'?
Tap dances at the party like it's goin on
Bitches and niggas all around scopin eachother down
I'm takin pictures at y'all at the fuckin lounge
Mad niggas was, gettin drunk at the bar
I'm throwin Moet bottles, HA HA HA HA HA HA
It's rowdy outside, I ain't signin shit
Don't flow bitch, I take your microphone
You party bitches fallin in line
With your fat ass stinkin behind
You don't know who the fuck is here
I back smack your ass, make pressure appear
Cuz cold Lucky knockin at your door
I dedicate that to your source
Cuz this (Nigga please) is dirty and it's stinkin
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5. |
| 4:01 |
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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!!
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
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
(This is, Brooklyn, Zoo!!)
Za-za-za, za-za-za
Zuh-za-zah, z-zz-zz-z-z-zz-zz-z-dah-duh-dnn-duh
I get down I get down I crack your fuckin crown
Lay around and watch some real niggaz break ground
I can't shop cuz every bro blowin up the sp
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6. |
| 3:53 |
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You can't imitate me on this fuckin tape
You ain't ringing the bell I'm ready when you are
(You ain't ringing the bell
You ain't busting the grape
You ain't imitating me on this fuckin tape) [x10]
I'm tellin you bitch ass niggas
If y'all don't fuckin
If
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7. |
| 3:37 |
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I wanna thank Rick James 4 lettin' me do this song.-- Thank you very much!
yeeeaaah!
Who are you (echo)
Girl who do u belong 2
my point of veiw is
girl i think your hot
if we talk, what words will i describe
theres no (diction?)to explain how u look, cuz i think your hot
sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy
Cold blooded,
girl i think your hot
sexy, sexy, sexy
Cold blooded,
who are u? girl whats your name and number?!
Is it true? girl u think i'm hot?!
If we try, 2 get 2 know each other, u might find, u couldn't trade me for another. Cuz i think your so
sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy (sexy babe)
Cold blooded, and i think u know
sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy
Cold blooded
Swing hard baby
touch me girl wherei wanna be touched
dont ever complain cobra cutz, love me tender, love me sweet. I wanna bust this nut in a super freak... oh u's a supa freak
queen skip anotha doin' doin' a dare
i wanna undress and hold ya loosy tight
and i wont cum alll niiight
Cold blooded, cuz i think ur hot
cold blooded--yeaah, cuz i think your hot (sexy, sexy, sexy) Cold (uh-hu) blooded babe, cuz i think your hotttt
(hot) cold blooded
cold blooded cuz i think your hot
sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, ooh babe
sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy, ooh baby
hisssssssssss oooh babe
cold blooded (hot hot)
till fade
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8. |
| 2:50 |
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[ODB]
I ain't no nigga
My words can't be held against me
I'm not caught up in your law
All music must obey me
All pain must obey me
I cripple my enemies
Got that careful 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!
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
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 my slide my hands up your skirt
Nigga please!Nigga please! (You could never fuck with the dog)
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 spazola type
Naw mean
Straight up!
For born in on
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9. |
| 4:21 |
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Ladies and gentlemen, huh
This a song.. that dedicated..
(wee kah boo boo doo doo boo dah boh dah bah dah boh doh goh doh doh..)
.. to me.. (dah boh goh ding.. ah, lalalalalalalah)
MmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMmmmmmmmmmmmm..
Doo be doo boo boo be doo boo woo boo BEE booweeoooohhh
Weayeahhhhhhhhhhhgirrrrll
Whoahhhh-woaAHH-woahhoahhohhh
Ah zooby dooby dooby
Whoahhoooooohwhoahhhooooooh
It's on me girl, to stop fightin and work this out, knahmsayin? F'real
[from here out, ODB not in (), Lil' Mo in (), both in {}'s]
(Good morning heartache) Good morning heartache, good morning
(You always by my side)
{Good morning heartache} Good morning heartache
{Thought we said goodbye last night}
{I tossed and turned til it seemed} that {you had gone}
{But here you are.. with the dawn} Ooooohooooohhh
{Oooh wish I'd forget you} Wish I'd forget you, proper state of mind
Wish I'd forget you bayyyybe, {but you're here to stay}
Stop thinkin about bein so harsh all the time
{It's seems I met you} Stop bein prejudiced to each other
{when my love had gone away} Stop bein jealous, of one another
{Iaahahahahahhhhhhhhh} ahahahahahhhhhhh
(Start each day out) {just by.. saying to you..} hello
{Good morning heartache, what's new} newwwwwwwwww
{Stop holding me now..} nowwwowowowowwwwwwwwwwwwww
(Can't shake you, no howww) No howwwwwwwwww
(Why don't you) why don't you, why don't you
{leave meeeeee alone} aloneeeeeahhhhhhhhhhIahhhhhh got
(I got those, Monday blues) Monday bluesss
(go straight through) straight through (Sunday blues)
Sunday blueeees
(Oahahaoohhhhhhhhh good morning heartache)
Good morning heartache
(H
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10. |
| 4:43 |
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Yeah youknowhatI'msayin? It's all I'm sayin
Knahmsayin? Yo I'ma tell all y'all motherfuckers somethin,
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
Mo
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11. |
| 4:00 |
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Yo, Yo Miami
Yo Cali-Fornia
North East West and South motherfucka
Yo Check this out
This is Dirt Dog
I'm here to make you scream
Big Baby Jesus
I can't wait
Nigga fuck that!
I can't wait!
I ain't no actor my shit's for real
Thighmaster
If I don't get paid 2 or 3 million dollars on Monday
I'm a bring on the ARMAGEDDON! (It's Monday)
Fuck that feeling, this fo reeling
Nigga I want my Noalin
Make it rain, hail, storm and earthquake
UHHHH! That's what I'm saving!
Play that music in your trunk
The cocaine got my ?? stuck
Nigga I'm from the ghetto
How many celebrities from the ghetto?
(Dirty your crazy, I'm crazy about your music
Dirty your crazy, you're a nutcase you're a fucking nutcase)
A to the Pox doing Night Fever
Cancer, herpes, mumps, seizures
Diabetes, TV if your against me
You die easier!
Cops don't have a show whatsoever
Ain't no more doctors, ministers
Nurses can't give us searches
There won't be electric, won't be churches
Cause your body go against you
Whether it's a lie or whether it's true
You can't use violent mentalities anymore
It ain't lambskin
You can't use the word napkin
Nigga ya sleeping
Hold on Hold on Hold on
HAHAHAHAH
I'm diplomatic playing pen and pad
Ratatat you're a scaredy-cat
Cause I have a tat put you up like that
You can't stand that, cause you gotta scat
You couldn't even move
Don't know how to groove
BITCH TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES
Take up the brew
Motherfucker you knew!
Fucking with the doo
Dirt Dog don
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12. |
| 3:51 |
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I'm the one-man army Ason,
I've never been tooken out,
I keep M.C.'s lookin' out,
I drop science like girls be droppin' babies,
Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy,
Energy building,
Takin' all types of medicine,
Your ass thought you were better than,
Ason, I keep planets in orbit,
While I be comin' with deeper and more shit,
Enough to make and bake
and shake your ass and clock and take,
Rhymes good as a tasty cake,
mix, this style, I'm masterin',
Niggas catchin' headaches,
what, what?You need Aspirin,
This type of pain,
you couldn't even kill with Midol,
Fuck around get sprayed with Lysol,
In your face like a can of mace, baby,
Is it burnin? Well, fuck, now you're learnin',
How, I don't even like your motherfuckin' profile,
Give me my fuckin' shit, (Ch-ch...plow!)
Not seen and heard, no one knows, you forget,
Niggas be quiet as kept,
Now you know nuthin',
before you knew a whole fuckin' lot,
Your ass don't wanna get shot,
Alot of M.C.'s came through my showdown,
To watch me put your fuckin'
ass lo-o-ow down,
As you can go, below zero,
without a doubt I've never been tooken out,
By a nigga, who couldn't figure,
yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure,
Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure,
how to pull a fuckin' gun triger,
Get the fuck outta here!
Nigga wanna get too close, to the upmost,
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host,
"Introducin', yo fuck that nigga's name,"
My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain,
And when it rains it pours,
cause my rhymes hardcore,
That's why I give you more of the raw,
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot,
M.C.'s I be bur-r-rnin', bur-r-rnin' hot,
Woah ho ho! Hit me like slow-mo with the flow,
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know,
I'm homicidal when you enter the target,
Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit,
So I take yo ass out quick,
the mics I had my nigga,
You can suck my dick,
If you wanna step to my motherfuckin' wreck,
(Ch-ch plow! plow! plow!) blown to death,
You got shot cause you knock knock knock,
"Who's there?"
Another motherfuckin' hardrock,
Slackin' on your back
cause raw's what you lack,
You wanna react? Bring it on back...
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
What?My nigga...
Shame on You...
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
Shame on You, when you step through to,
the Ol' Dirty Bastard,
Brooklyn Zoo!
What?My nigga...
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13. |
| 4:05 |
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Give it to ya raw!
Yo it's that old school shit
About 12 years old
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
Dippin low on an MC like you and doin you
Somethin so step to the shit right now
Kickin on erything in my god damn town
Doin expressure, a jam it to deadly
Daredevil doin, cause I am the U-N
I-Q-U-E funky fresh
Funky do he get hype?
You're motherfuckin right I do
Ason, break it down sure anytime
A serious outstandin never end it clever in the rhyme
Break down your shit, wherever you come
There's no one who can fuck with Ason
I paralyze you make you realize who
Lost concern with my god damn crew
Quiet as kept when I start any fuckin riots
Even before you do in my nigga? Don't try it!
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
At what you find in the Brooklyn Zoo
Raw exit, killin the beat with all your might
You love a hip hop song baby, I don't wanna be right
Wake up, what, what, losin your head
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Juvenile faction of hard, you say you're livin large
You're the head nigga in charge
I give it to ya raw!
I said I give it to ya raaaawww!!
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
These lovely rhyme
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14. |
| 4:03 |
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Yeah!
I wanna let allllll y'all niggaz know in here tonight
that this is that Wu Tang shit
This that shit that's gonna get you high... {*echoes*}
See when you stimulate your own mind for one common cause
You see who's the real motherfuckers
See what you see is you what you see
(Can I say it? Wu-Tang a-run tings!)
Be the original G
Rhymin on timin and in the place to be
(Run blood claat tings!)
they love see meeeeeeee!
You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed
I want ACTION, that's what I need
I never put doubt in my mind
cause I know when I touch the mic there's the rhyme
see murder which is caused
when you fuck with the negative and positive charge
Then they came up, out my garage
with the hit that's gonna be LARGE
Tired of sittin on my fuckin ass
Niggaz I know, be runnin around with mad fuckin cash
Who the FUCK wanna be an emcee
if you can't get paid, to be a fuckin emcee?
I came out my momma pussy -- I'm on welfare
Twenty-six years old -- still on welfare!
so I gotta get paid fully
Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully
With my Boston bloodthirsty process
P-E-A-C-E
Move em in move em in
Move em out move em out
Stick it up raw hide!
Yea, gotta come back to attack
Killin niggaz 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!!
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15. |
| 4:50 |
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[Mariah] {Ol' Dirty Bastard}
Oh...yeah...yeah...yeah...
{Keepin' it real, son, that's right}
Ho...ooh...yeah...oh...oh...
{The shining star, you're my shining star, girl}
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo New York in the house
Is Brooklyn in the house
Uptown in the house
Shaolin are you in the house
Boogie Down are you in the house
Sacramento in the house
Atlanta Georgia are you in the house
West Coast are you in the house
Japan are you in the house
Everybody are you in the house
Baby baby come on
Baby come on baby come on
[Mariah]
Oh, when you walk by every night
Talkin' sweet and lookin' fine
I get kinda hectic inside
Mmm, baby, I'm so into you
Darlin', if you only knew
All the things that flow through my mind
1- But it's such a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby
When I close my eyes you come and take me on and on and on
It's so deep in my daydreams
But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, baby (Fantasy)
2- 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
Ooh, fantasy (You're so sweet, you're my fantasy)
Sweet fantasy (Sweet, sweet fantasy)
[Mariah]
Images of rapture creep into me slowly
As you're goin' to my head
And my heart beats faster
When you take me over
Time and time and time again
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
Sweet fantasy (Yeah, yeah, yeah...)
Sweet fantasy (Yeah...yeah...oh, oh, it's just a sweet)
Repeat 2
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
Ladies and Gentlemen
Introducing the Old, Dirty, Doggy
Here we go now
Me and Mariah
Go back like babies and pacifiers
Old Dirt Dog's no liar
Keep your fantasy hot like fire
Jump, jump, let me see you do the stump
Girls, let me see you shake your rump
Brothers hit from the back and front
And let's do it do it do it uh-huh
I'm a little bit of Country I'm a little bit of Rock & Roll
And I'm soul to soul
Big letters all big and bold
Old Dirty Bastard bask and blow
Repeat 2
[Mariah] {Puff Daddy}
What you gonna do when you get out of jail
{I'm gonna do a remix}
What you gonna do when you get out of jail
{I'm gon' do a remix}
What you gonna do when you get out of jail
{I'm gon' have some fun}
What you gonna do when you get out of jail
{I'm gon' have some fun} (You're my fantasy)
Repeat 2 (X2)
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