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Ol' Dirty Bastard - Ol Dirty's Back Lyrics

  • Intro: ol dirty bastard
  • Sup? let's go.
  • (yo snoop dogg! yo dre! yo too $hort! e-40, and the mother*****ing click!)
  • Nuff respect to the west coast.
  • (duhhn duhhn duhhn)
  • Yo, ol dirty bastard coming through
  • Know what i'm saying? i got the east coast locked the ***** down
  • Hear my shit, nigga! (dirty dirty dirty, brooklyn!)
  • Verse one: 12 o'clock
  • Shit is crazy real in the field
  • I watched niggaz blood get spilled over five dollar bills
  • And major drug deals on the real
  • See a nigga get meals and his ***** get him killed
  • In this american dream to get some cream
  • You're ownin a beem, and your face in magazines
  • 12 o'clock maintains in the game
  • Bring the pain to smokin method, main
  • It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames
  • Get a gold record and you change
  • And for the niggaz sellin cocaine, you're too blame
  • Black people lives ain't the same
  • And that's the tale in my hood
  • Niggaz is up to no good, you better watch em in them hoods
  • Verse two: ol dirty bastard
  • I always thought livin life was easy
  • Go to school, get a job, yo it couldn't be me
  • So instead, i played my bed
  • My momma got fed, and now a nigga livin with a dread
  • My best *****in friend, knew him since ten
  • Nigga feed me cream, let me whip the benz
  • Houses all over texas, lightning gold lexus
  • He had enough respect to dress this
  • Expensive tim suits, girl wearin fly gucci boots
  • Put me on like pook!
  • Every morning that i awake
  • Ten g's in my *****in face, combination to the safe!
  • Son run the state, carrying coke by the weight
  • Nigga put pounds in the weed gate
  • And it's ran by ol dirty
  • 12 o'clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty
  • Dirty
  • [***** all that mother*****ing drug selling shit
  • I wanna see some mother*****ing lyrics
  • I wanna hear some mother*****ing lyrics
  • What up nigga, what?]
  • Hahahahahahahahahahaha
  • I got you nigga
  • Verse three: 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 come up bad in the town like charles bronson
  • Now set your speaker and i'll do you for that reason
  • 12 is no joke i bring wreck through the seasons
  • Solomon, contend, many more but just when
  • That joker act you can save for jack nicholson
  • One two and three, through your rap fatigue
  • In the mc world, is a minor league
  • What you speak, you swear it's unique
  • It's just a peek, physique, of an old antique
  • Don't expect a project, then it's bound to freeze
  • Your whole head is stuck and stiff
  • Next siamese, i never liked rhymes
  • That's incomplete, then again obsolete
  • I shall repeat, there's an easy street
  • For niggaz who earned, then learn your sojourn
  • Then you return, as an intelligent, positive, messanger
  • Not an experiment negative lucifer
  • With a tittling gloss of crafted skin
  • Nothing like spring sauce, of the true origin
  • Who would score, the wizard of war
  • Came in best man was a god damn dinosaur
  • No more jungle-like living, from the blue lagoon
  • It's not an animal house, national loon 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 gets dizzy spellbound like a merry-go-round
  • While i'm freaking, shall i expose
  • You take a subject, and then you decompose

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