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| 4:55 | ||||
Yo, yo, this is Chris Rock
You heard my man He ain't on no commercial shit The O.D.B. It ain't the Young D.B. It's the Ol' D.B. That old shit This ain't the Embry-O.D.B. This is the Ol' mothafuckin D.B. I'm Chris Rock, I'm chillin with the O.D.B. So I'm the wrong place, at the wrong mothafuckin time With the wrong mothafuckin man The O.D.B., baby [Ol' Dirty Bastard] All y'all niggas talkin bout commercial song This ain't no commercial song Straight up, nigga, what? Y'all niggas can't fuck with me All y'all niggas lovin me [The Neptunes] Mister courageous O.D.B. You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P You need to recognize [Ol' Dirty Bastard (Neptunes)] Yo, what's my name? (You need to recognize) Shut the fuck up! (You need to recognize) I bring the mothafuckin ruckus (You need to recognize) C'mon punk ass niggas Uh, nah, nah, I'm just fuckin wit'chall (Uh-huh) [Ol' Dirty Bastard (Zu Keeper)] Who get drunk at night till the early morn'? Tap dances at the party like it's goin on Bitches and niggas all around scopin eachother down I'm takin pictures at y'all at the fuckin lounge Mad niggas was, gettin drunk at the bar I'm throwin Moet bottles, HA HA HA HA HA HA It's rowdy outside, I ain't signin shit Don't flow bitch, I take your microphone You party bitches fallin in line With your fat ass stinkin behind You don't know who the fuck is here I back smack your ass, make pressure appear Cuz cold Lucky knockin at your d |
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| 3:58 | ||||
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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| 3:33 | ||||
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| 4:06 | ||||
Ohhh baby
I dedicate this to all the pretty girls All the pretty girls Its on (echo) All the pretty girls, in the world And the ugly girls too Cause to me your pretty anyways baby verse 1: You give me your number, I call you up you act like ur pussy dont interrupt I don't have no problem with you fucking me But I have a little problem wit you not fucking me Baby you know ima take care of you Cause you say you got my baby, and I know it ain't true Is it a good thing? no its bad bitch For good or worse, makes you switch So I walk on over with my crystal Bitches, niggaz put away your pistols Dirty wont be having it in this house Cause bitch I'll cripple your style Now that you heard my calm voice You couldn't get another nigga, hoochie wont get moist If you wana look good and not be bummy, girl you better give me that money Aooow... hook: Hey, dirty, baby I got your money Don't your worry, I said hey. Baby I got your money X2 verse2: Yo! so I glanced at the girls, girls glanced at me I whispered in their ear, wana be with me? You wana look pretty though, in my video Ol' dirty on the hat and I let you all know Just dance! if you caught up in the holy ghost trance If you stop! ima put the killer ants in your pants I'm the O-D-B as you can see Every eye, don't you be watching me I don't want no problems cause I put you down In the ground where you can not be found I'm just dirt dog trying to make sum bunny So give me my streaks and give me my honey Radio, yes all day, everyday Recognize I'm a fool and ya luuuuuuuuuuv me! None of you nmph better look at me funny Nmph you know my name now give me my money! hook X2 Dirty: sing it, sing it girls! (during hook) Just shake it right now! Somebody else: if dirty want his money I think ya'll should give him his money Dirty: that's how I like giiiiiiiirlllll Sexy, sexy, sexy! Sexy, sexy, sexy! Sexy, sexy, sexy! Sexy, sexy, sexy! verse3: Yo, yo! Nigga playing in the club like this all night Bitches put your ass out let me hold it tight You looking at my wrist saying "its so nice" The price bitch is diamonds shining disco light You better help me solve this problem Or ima get this money and rob them Lucky dig when I won the lotto Ran up on my car for carrying (ryllos?) You can call me dirty, and then lift up your skirt And you want some of this dirty, god made dirt and dirt bust yo ass Stop annoying me, yeah! I play my music loud It takes the bastard ol' dirty, to move the crowd They say he had his dick in his mouth Eddie Murphy told me that back in the house But give me my money! hook till fade with odb sayin shit |
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| 3:52 | ||||
You can't imitate me on this fuckin tape
You ain't ringing the bell I'm ready when you are (You ain't ringing the bell You ain't busting the grape You ain't imitating me on this fuckin tape) [x10] I'm tellin you bitch ass niggas If y'all don't fuckin If y'all coloured bitch ass faggot punk ass motherfuckers Don't see that these white people are trying to take over your shit Don't worry, your baby's happy the Ol' Dirty Bastard is here Your baby happy I'm here To beat the shit out of all you faggot punk ass motherfuckers Bitch ass niggas! I shut whole fuckin' world down You white motherfuckers could never, ever take over You can't ever take over! [x2] You shut the fuck up and you shut the fuck up That's what the fuck you do! (Could I get a beer, yo I need some beer) You ain't using your phone, you ain't callin the cops Cause nigga I'm the only king of the block I'm the only black god, motherfucker! And I came to rock the spot When I throw at football pass at a bitch she miss Ain't trying to be funny gonna use my fist You can't use the family feud You can't run it on a cuckoooo!!!! You bring shame, I'll keep Ol' Dirty safe Not locked up, cause I'll have your fuckin ass locked up! I'll stash you, lickin you down, light that blunt! You ain't gettin one,two I do what I want! If I got a problem, a problems got a problem til it's gone I'm the only Unique Ason You reap what you sew Fuckin with the O I got the precinct locked down You ain't using the po-po Fuck you Soso I got the keys to your hoe I'll stop your whole flow, all you bitches roll Wo |
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| 2:14 | ||||
Ah-yo what's up nigga?
Roll up that shit. Yo where you comin' from nigga? The fuck you talkin' 'bout? I'm comin' from Franklin. Nigga Brooklyn Zu. Yo I got a badge. You got a badge? Nigga just give me $5. Alright. You know I'm sayin' do'? Word up. Now which one of you niggaz really got dough? None o' us. Yo yo, yo. [Chorus: x3] We some GQ, get fresh, lamp a lot niggaz Lettin' all the world know, we be gettin' high What's up, nigga? Look how you strong, workin' 'em off Got that hoe-ass bitch tellin' you you ain't worth it no more She fuckin' while you on tour, the nigga next dor Y'all even played basketball, should've punched ya in ya jaw Now nigga need to stay on tour, 10 g's is worth more She's a chickenhead whore, tryin' to score I knew a bitch like that before, named Mo' What a mink in the snow, a rink on the toe 12 O'Clock know, a bitch never want a bitch Bitch! Yo 12, this bitch Sky livin' in Bed-stuy Used to be a hon' until she started gettin' high The high school prom queen, now she prom fiend Her man was 85, so he sold her a dream Told her he was rich, so she sucked his dick Swallowed all his cum and she didn't even spit Suckin' him off in the whip, he loved that bitch He loved that bitch.. he loved that bitch [Chorus: x3] I know this nigga on the Hill who got mad mils Some masses, got credit cards, I mean this nigga got big bills Well, anyway, I'ma sick him 'Cause his girl Dawn put me on to the whole ? She say he don't be home to caress her So I undressed her and made her feel better He got the safe in the basement under the cemented floor So what more, could you ask for? Producer. Representer. RZA. 12 O'Clock. Rayson. Zu Keeper. Shorty Shit Stain. Yo... yeah. One time. |
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| 4:06 | ||||
Yo, when I say you don't want to fuck with me
I'm not talking to you girl (and woman) Yo, 'cause y'all want to fuck... y'all want to fuck me [Verse:] I stay away from danger, danger stay away from me I kind of react on y'all niggas and then I flee Whatever you say is a mirage And on top of that, huh, nigga fuck y'all I'm the law of the land, got girls Uncle Nuggah I gagagaga got girls on the command I got the government lost on Gilligan Island (Nigga Please!) By December, CIA gettin' paid taxes back >From the Candy Cane, Santa came, back in the big hurricane You ain't shaggy anymore D8, I ain't in your ballgame I became, ain't your doggy bag ho same You gotta make Ol' Dirty a better man In the world if you wanna live Fuck y'all, God don't forgive I don't answer phones I'll never reveal the Wu-Tang secret, and if you don't believe I'll kill your shit [Chorus: 2x] You don't want You don't want fuck with me ('Cause my name is Ol' Dirty) [Verse:] Please Nigga! You couldn't jump jump jump You couldn't punk, you couldn't funk funk funk the shit up My name is Dirt Dog the 18 Millimeter, shoot you up, bust you up (Fuck fuck, What?) I drop an ambulance on a nigga Mad trucks, runnin' over niggas I love bitches, when they front on they pussycat You ain't gettin' over like a fat rat Hate is the method, killin' all you savages You won't be sendin' me messages I put your nigga on pause, I keep that shit on Destroy you through your whores 'Cause you ain't never had clout You niggas on a rat drought I never get tired |
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| 2:49 | ||||
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| 3:08 | ||||
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| 2:28 | ||||
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| 4:18 | ||||
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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| 4:43 | ||||
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| 4:04 | ||||