Goin' Down

[Intro]

Hell, remember when we was young and we used to go—

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Punch god

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Remember when we used to say who could do this the longest

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[Verse 1]

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 miles 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 motherfuckers for keeping it real

But I wanna know who's in the motherfucking house

Is Queens in the house?

Is Uptown in the house?

Boogie Down rocks, are you in the house?

Uh, are you in the house?

Brooklyn Zu in the house?

Shaolin Isle, 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]

Fuck that bullshit, Unique (Matter of fact, I got a song for y'all)

You my motherfucking husband

I ain't got no fucking time for them bitches (Somewhere over the rainbow where bluebirds fly)

Fuck that shit, you better come home with me

You fucking, you better bring your motherfucking ass home tonight, motherfucker

I don't got no time for no motherfucking 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?)

[Verse 3]

Style funky, you notice me

Fear no evil, one-man army

Down below when I go, won't go

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 on the mic, he's the rapper

You want some of the Ason's gun

Shoot the nigga, blaow, reaches no one

Then you know not to touch my ho

My life, living my own fuckin' show

[Outro]

Hip-hop to me is like a place to be

My specialty from me to you is MC (One, one, two, motherfucker)

What? What? What?

If he rock, then we roll, niggas better recognize

Word to my man

Motherfuckin' murder scene, bitch

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