Ol' Dirty's Back

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

What's up? Let's go

Let's go, man (Yo, girl, you heard that Dirty shit?)

Yo, Snoop Dogg

Yo, Dre (Yeah, yeah, yeah, that nigga taking over)

Yo, Too $hort, E-40, and The motherfucking Click

Enough respect to the West coast

Dun, dun, dun

Yo, Ol' Dirty Bastard coming through

Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast locked the fuck down (He taking over, that's his shit)

Know what I'm saying? Hear my shit, nigga (Brooklyn Zu, Brooklyn Zu)

Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Brooklyn

[Verse 1: 12 O'Clock]

Shit is crazy real in the field

I watched niggas blood get spilled over five dollar bills

And major drug deals on the real

Seen a nigga get mills and his bitch get him killed

In this American dream to get some cream

You're owning a Beam, and your face in magazines

12 O'Clock maintains in the game

Bring the Pain, the smokin' method, mane

It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames

Get a gold record and you change

And for the niggas selling cocaine, you're to blame

Black people lives ain't the same

And that's the tale in my hood

Niggas is up to no good

You better watch 'em in them hoods

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

I always thought living life was easy

Go to school, get a job, yo, it couldn't be me (Be me)

So instead, I played my bed

My momma got fed

And now a nigga living with a dread (A dread)

My best fuckin friend, knew him since ten

Nigga fed me cream, let me whip the Benz (The Benz)

Houses all over Texas (Texas)

Lightning gold Lexus (Lexus)

He had enough respect to dress this (Dress this)

Expensive Tim suits

Girl wearing fly Gucci boots (Gucci boots)

Put me on like pook (Pook)

Every morning that I awake

Ten G's in my fuckin' face

Combination to the safe (Combination to the safe)

Son runs our state

Carrying coke by the weight (Weight)

Make 'em put pounds in the weed gate (Weed gate)

And it's ran by Ol' Dirty (Dirty)

12 O'Clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty (Dirty)

[Interlude: 12 O'Clock & Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Fuck all that motherfucking drug selling shit

I wanna see some motherfucking lyrics

I wanna hear some motherfucking lyrics

What up nigga, what?

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha

I got you, nigga

[Verse 3: 12 O'Clock & Ol' Dirty Bastard]

I'll rip mics on site, you know the type

New jack, this is my city like Wesley Snipes

Go fly a kite or somethin', make some muffins

I came up bad in the town like Charles Bronson

Knobs at your speaker and I'll do you for that reason (No you don't)

12 is no joke, I'll bring wreck through the seasons (No you don't, motherfucker)

All the men, killed ten, many more, but just when

That joker act, you can save for Jack Nicholson (What?)

[Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

One, two, and three, through your rap fatigue

And the MC world is a minor league

What you speak, you swear it's unique

Or just a peak physique of an old antique

Don't expect a project, then it's bound to freeze

Your whole head is stuck and stiff like Siamese

I never liked rhymes that's incomplete

Then again, obsolete

I shall repeat, there's an easy street

For niggas who earned

You learned, you sojourned

Then you returned

As an intelligent, positive messenger

Not an experiment negative Lucifer

With the jittling gloss of grafted skin

Nothing like spring sauce of the true origin

Who would score? The wizard of war

Caveman best friend was a god damn dinosaur

No more jungle-like living from the Blue Lagoon

It's not an Animal House, National Lampoon

If you understand the what, when, why, how

Are you fellas who exempt, or to disallow

A fresh MC that will knock you down

I get you dizzy, spellbound like a merry-go-round

While I'm freaking, shall I expose?

You take what they take, on some recompose

A fresh MC is totally unique

Even the Devil said I'm totally unique