| Lyrics: | featuring Ghostface Killer
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 niggaz 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 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 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 Panana!!
I asked
you how you get so fuckin dark, you said suntama
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 Two:
Ghostface Killer
Ninety-five niggaz 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 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 |
