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Tytuł: Reunited

  • Wykonawca: Ol' Dirty Bastard
  • Wy¶wietleń: 295

  
   [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard *singin*]
  Reunited cuz it feels so good
  Reunited cuz we're understood
  There's one perfect thing
  and children this one is it
  We both we're so excited cuz
  we're reunited, hey! hey!
  
  [Ol' Dirty Bastard]
  I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor
  Casual dresser, you may dress fresher
  The way that I speak this shit is energetic
  My physique of meat is quick atheletic
  Remove all MC's who disapprove
  that my funky fresh particle always have the groove
  You're jealous over me because you're not a competitor
  You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor
  Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite
  All negative on the mic, I dislike
  Try to rock the mic but only will reduce
  Try to get loose, you juice as a youth
  Not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen
  I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen
  to rock and shock beats, polite when I recite
  Sulfur MC's, you are down right, out right
  Try to be talkative, there's no alternative
  Hide until I forgive, this motive
  I am unique with the perfected physique
  The objective of my rhyme is my own technique
  I maintain the paradise on this Earth
  with the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth
  Watch a nigga catch a purse
  Super-hero niggaz die
  Do my dirt, get away and multiply
  You bitches, ya nice guys
  Always want bitch, because ya need mine
  I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show
  Cuz nobody can't fuck with me!
  You bootleggin buyin motherfuckers, don't do that with me
  with all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money!
  Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground
  The best kept secret, how does it feel to be
  boxin in like a skeleton, growin back ya skin?
  When I was young, I was taught how to produce
  the science of babies gettin loose
  I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce
  Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce
  I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie
  Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie
  Bicthes, you're walkin on my dirt
  We ain't sayin nuthin
  I whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert
  Love potion, plenty bones I put up
  What!? What!? What!? What!?
  You know what time it is,
  mothefuckers!
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
  I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan
  We holdin it down. YouknowI'msayin?
  I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down
  Master P, you holdin it down
  KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin it down
  Give Snoop my love, E-40
  MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond
  This is family, I don't give a fuck!
  Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga!
  Y'all niggaz know how the fuck I get down!
  knowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit!
  KnowImean? I love y'all niggaz!
  Motherfucker, my stomach hurts!
  Bitch, I got to go!
  (ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers...)