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]