Ol Dirty's Back Lyrics - Ol' Dirty Bastard

Sup? Let's go 

(Yo Snoop Dogg, yo Dre, yo Too $hort 

E-40 and the motherfucking Click) 

Nuff respect to the West coast 

(Duh, duh, duh) 

Yo, Ol' Dirty Bastard coming through 

Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast 

Locked the fuck down, hear my shit, nigga 

(Dirty, Dirty, Dirty, Brooklyn) 

Shit is crazy real in the field 

I watched niggaz blood get spilled over five dollar bills 

And major drug deals on the real 

See a nigga get meals and his bitch 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 ass dames 

Get a gold record and you change 

And for the niggaz sellin' cocaine 

You're too blame 

Black people lives ain't the same 

And that's the Tale in my Hood 

Niggaz is up to no good 

You better watch em in them hoods 

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 nigga livin' with a dread 

My best fuckin' friend, knew him since ten 

Nigga 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 fuckin' face, combination to the safe 

Son run the state, carrying coke by the weight 

Nigga put pounds in the weed gate 

And it's ran by Ol' Dirty 

12 o'clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty, dirty 

Fuck all that motherfucking drug selling shit 

I wanna see some motherfucking lyrics 

I wanna hear some motherfucking lyrics 

What up nigga, what? 

Ha ha ha ha ha ha 

Ha ha ha ha ha 

I got you nigga 

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 niggaz who earned, then learn your sojourn 

Then you return, as an intelligent, positive, messenger 

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