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OL DIRTY BASTARD lyrics : "Ol Dirty's Back"

(feat. 12 O'Clock)

[Intro: Ol Dirty [email protected]&!]


Sup? Let's go.
(Yo Snoop Dogg! Yo Dre! Yo Too $hort! E-40, and the mother$#[email protected] Click!)

Nuff respect to the West coast.
(Duhhn duhhn duhhn)
Yo, Ol Dirty [email protected]&! coming through

Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast locked the !#@* down
Hear my !#@(, ^!$$%! (Dirty dirty dirty, Brooklyn!)


[Verse One: 12 O'Clock]

%#@! is crazy real in the field

I watched ^!$$%z blood get spilled over five dollar bills
And major drug deals on the real
See a ^!$$% 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 $$# dames
Get a gold record and you change

And for the ^!$$%z sellin cocaine, you're too blame
Black people lives ain't the same
And that's the Tale in my Hood

^!$$%z is up to no good, you better watch em in them hoods

[Verse Two: Ol Dirty [email protected]&!]


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 ^!$$% livin with a dread
My best $#[email protected] friend, knew him since ten

^!$$% 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 $#[email protected] face, combination to the safe!
Son run the state, carrying [email protected]%!e by the weight
^!$$% put pounds in the weed gate

And it's ran by Ol Dirty
12 O'Clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty
Dirty


($#[email protected] all that mother$#[email protected] drug selling %#@!
I wanna see some mother$#[email protected] lyrics

I wanna hear some mother$#[email protected] lyrics
What up ^!$$%, what?)


Hahahahahahahahahahaha
I got you ^!$$%


[Verse Three: 12 O'Clock, Ol Dirty [email protected]&!]

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 ^!$$%z 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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