Tytuł: Dirty the moocher

• Wykonawca: Ol' Dirty Bastard
• Wyświetleń: 296

  
   [Ol' Dirty Bastard]
  Ladies and gentlemen introducing Cab Calloway
  Featuring the Dirt Dog
  First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
  I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse
  I'll attack any nigga who slack in his mack
  Come fully packed with the fat rugged stack
  The heat is on, I'm about to blow up the spot
  All I wanna see is fire cause I'm makin shit hot
  Like the blow between glocks, mad niggas I shot
  Give a fuck on a cop, conversate with a lock
  Down at the chop-chop, 600th and Rock
  Crazy as a fox tryin to rob Fort Knox
  The DeNiro-Al Pachino war
  Tryin to score mad dough like a million or more
  For the illegal war that's all I saw
  It's all about that knot in ya
  I'm alone, I roll with 6 niggas with stones
  Every hour tap my phone with embezzlement stones
  Get a loan from the stocks because of my pops
  Fifty bills in the pocks, Wu-Gambino got props
  
  [Cab Calloway]
  But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale
  Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi (Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi)
  Hoooooooooooooooooooooo (Hoooooooooooooooooooooo)
  He-de-he-de-he-de-he (He-de-he-de-he-de-he)
  Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy (Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy)
  
  [Ol' Dirty Bastard]
  Elevator scheme with the scheme to catch CREAM
  Some diamond rings, jewels all types of priceless things
  Just in case you don't make it to the safe
  Don't talk to Jakes or your whole shit be laced
  Got a bomb bout ready to blow up shit
  The White House nuh be quiet as a mouse
  My job is hundred proof, better know the scoop
  Got niggas undergrounds, in your walls, in your roofs
  About made zoo, 6-6-6-6-2
  Cause I'm goin all out with the supplies of Balu
  I'm unstoppable, my six man team is unstoppable
  Stickin my middle fuckin finger at you
  Livin in America's fuckin fucked up
  When I was young some say I had no sense
  I rhymed all day until my throat got tense
  And bought em by the cage from my lungs to my knees
  In the winter I cough, all summer I sneeze
  Ah-choo! Then I was sore, there was only one cure
  Original rhymes wholesome in thought
  Democratics are debatin wanna be the imitatin
  But the knowledge that I'm givin positively stimulatin
  I acknowledge any MC in a South Bronx town
  South Proof Projects, did they really go down
  Shit, I remember when I was 12 years old
  I didn't know about frontin or playin a role
  I thought I was slick, I fell harder than bricks
  With my best lyrics and my uptown ticks
  Prince start jackin in my baseball cap
  I'm tellin many chit-chats step off my jockstrap
  Approach this party other known as a jam
  Lookin for my cousin Bam-Bam Sleepingham
  >From front to back the jam was packed
  Over there some dance, over there I just macked
  I looked around then I started to walk
  Heard an older woman's voice and a silly slang talk
  The kid was nice for payin the price
  And give weak MCs beneficial advice
  Yes, beneficial meaning good for more
  Frontin cause with the mamas would have loved to explore
  Studied MC and changed lyrics around
  Before I became a member of the lost and sound
  My words I strung, I bettered my voice
  Rollin over people known to be top choice
  Ch-ch - BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW
  Hoodlum
  
  Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi (Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi)
  Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho (Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho)
  He-de-he-de-hee-de-heeee (He-de-he-de-hee-de-heeee)
  Hooooohhhoooooooooooooooooooooooo (Hooooohhhoooooooooooooooooooooooo)