OL' DIRTY BASTARD

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Dirty Dancin' Lyrics

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Ol' Dirty Bastard : Dirty Dancin' Lyrics

Songwriters: Diggs, Robert F.; Jones, Russell T.; Smith, Clifford;

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You know God damn well I don't smoke this shit Meth
Clean out my vocals, yeah, I said yeah
Know damn well I don't smoke this shit
I said zucka-zuh-zuh-zuh, zucka-zuh-zuh
Know damn well

I remember when we used to go down to the creek
Brooklyn, zucka-zoo
Member when we used to go down to the creek?
C'mon baby baby, baby, baby
And used to dip your head in the water?
Baby, baby, baby, c'mon

Superlogical this, superlogical that
I detect a nigga dialect by the way he rap
I elect myself President MC
My career so intelligent, unique physique
Doin' mathematics, not democratic
Static, topic, Asiatic
Them unique, never leak
Bring it on back

Superlogical this, superlogical that
I detect your dialect by the way you rap
I elect myself President MC
My career so intelligent, unique physique
Doin' mathematics and I'm not democratic
No static, topic, I'm Asiatic
See, I'm unique, never
Bring it on back

Be a crazy, lurkin' in the shadows, I'm shady, sheisty
Get your weight up, don't take me lightly
Blasted, dirty to the grain I be stained with the madness
It's the methtical with the bastard

MZA MZA, my name is the Ol' Dirty Bas
My game, to kick your ass

Flip and relax, take an ex-lax, I'm shaken
On the industry that was frontin' now they missin'
What everybody else is gettin'
'Cause they wasn't representin' the real

Appeal, like me and old time
When it comes to the microphone' who killed the swine
Be the original G
Do the rhymin' on time and in the place to be

You are now in my trance
You are getting sleepy
You are now getting sleepy
And sleepier
And sleepy, and sleepy

This one here's for my people, my people
Enter the thirty-six chambers, the sequel
Part two, for me and the cipher troop
With the teflon lyrics that you can't get through
With the twenty-two automatic rap you pack, what?

You ain't hittin' with that wack shit you kickin'
Straight from the beginnin', of the game
All the way to the ninth innin', I bring the pain
Dark like the midnight train on the track by the RZA
Diesel like Arnold Schwarzanegger

The hardware, choose the hardware
Ask you a question, test the ason
Extra-extra, read the drama and then another one
Which you intrigue, do your rap fatigue in the
Oh
Here I go
Yeah