C'mon Lyrics - The Trials And Tribulations Of Russell Jones - Ol' Dirty Bastard

Yo, are you taping baby? 

Baby are you taping? 

Oh yeah 

Baby baby c'mon, baby c'mon, baby c'mon 

What the fuck anybody wanna do? 

Right motherfucking now! 

I'm the god who's ahead of the lords 

Dirty bastard from the wu-tang squad 

Can I get raw, yes I get dirty to the floor 

Rhymes, hittin on your mind, you could never ignore 

Hip-hop to me is like a place to be 

My specialty from me to you is emcee 

Say what you wanna say, baby say 

I flip the microphone-ah, any day 

I'm mad swift because I got that gift of gab 

Niggas get mad, your ass stink never had 

This talent that I got will resound the spot 

Mc's, you got paid a lot 

You ever notice a black man damn mostly slams 

When it come to the money yo it ain't funny 

It's what you gotta do what you got to do 

C'mon, can I get a wu-tang 

Wu, tang, wu, tang, wu, tang, wu, tang 

Wu, tang, wu, tang, wu, tang, it's on your brain 

I get riggy diggy raw when it's time to get 

On the dancefloor shotgun kill the shit 

Blaow, then you won't step to me 

Thinking is he really raw as he said he'd be 

If I wasn't really raw, standing here on the floor 

You'd be like boo he ain't no hardcore 

Niggas play like they live but won't survive 

Jumpin up and down ticklin that jive when you ticklin gab 

I'm an average man, g-o-d fan 

Let it be known who's the champ, wu-tang clan! 

It's coming through and wu, boy it's bad too! 

Throw your hands in the air, if you don't care 

Who, the ol dirty bastard be 

Oh me on my, you be hoppin on my shit just like a fly 

All around 

The dirtiest stinkin' sound down to the ground 

What what, what you wanna do? 

What you wanna do when I'm coming for you? 

I'm gonna give it to ya, baybah, baybah