(featuring Rhymefest)
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Two steps from the border line
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Anything closer will kiss the nine
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Think I'm out the game? You out of your mind
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Cuz I stay on track, like transit line
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Keep it nappy or braided up
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Dirty in the cockpit, blazin' up
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Stop frontin' when you made it up
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Tellin' all my hoes, you can't spray it up
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Hah, huggin' nuts like tighty whites
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Still trickin' on hoes like Heidi Fleiss
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You know why niggas don't give you much respect
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Cuz they seen you gettin' slapped with the empty gat
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Know Dirt, like bow know death
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When I'm huntin' down, birds of rap
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Hate Dog, cuz I ate your cat
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And you can eat my ass and have a coke with that
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Use a spoon, unless you want a fork
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Pull my dick out, watch the room get dark
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Stay high with the zombie walk
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Gotta sit my ass down, like Rosa Parks
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[Chorus 2X: high pitched female (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
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Dirty Dirty, you tell me how you do it
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It look so easy, like there was nothin' to it
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But they don't understand, about the Dirty M.C.
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It's the.... (Ohhhhhhhhhh), new track by ODB
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[Rhymefest]
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They say dirt and sunshine make the flowers grow
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I say, fuck a bitch raw and drive your nut on the floor
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Call it what you want, you son of a hoe
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I was 5 percent til' white bitches came and dropped it down to four
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3, 2, 1, I can lick the sun with my tongue
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Pull it out and smack a nigga, just for thinkin' I'm done
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Shut your trap, razor blade cut your wrap
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Fat girls seen my comin', started tuckin' their flab
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Rhymefest and Dirt Dog, gon' spark this
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The day he got to heaven, track mud on the carpets
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Hot like the hot potato, you niggas ain't motto
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You hot as the spot, yo
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Go to the show, for hot dogs and nacho's
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This me and Dirt Dog's style, it's not yours
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[Chorus 2X}
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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What can make a hoe, look more cuter
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But, Hennessey shots, and smoke more Buddha
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[Rhymefest]
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I don't know Dirt, now she look like Zab Judah
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Test my manhood, go get my dick ruler
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Now you hungry, wanna eat right through her
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But you better first track for a noter
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Like does she have a best friend, or I taught her
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Has she ever tried fuckin' under water
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[Rhymefest]
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Down down with the fishes, deep sea dishes
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I ain't a genie, bitch, I don't respect your wishes
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This trick ain't fuckin' me though, god damn
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Something very wrong, I don't understand
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Misinterpetate, let me break it down
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Two pulls make the your merry go round
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Touch your toes, show me that rose
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Butt naked, in a Wu-Tang pose
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Wide open, girl, everything goes
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Real freaky, when you powder that nose
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[Rhymefest]
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Keep it and move, I sleep in the nude
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I'm keepin' it rude, pull out my dick and pee in the food
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On the way to the stars, don, where's the map?
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We fuckin' there, and we gonna fuck back
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Outro: Rhymefest]
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Yeah, Dirt Dog, Rhymefest, you want it, man
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Rest in peace, I know you heaven right now
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Trackin' mud on the carpet, so, we gon' let ya
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Do what you do it's the ohhhhhhh
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Don't forget the crew, it's the Wuuuuuu
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I thought you knew, it's the Ol' Dirt Dog
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Rhymefest, yeah yeah, from now to 3000, man
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What's rap with Dirty? What's the world without Dirt?
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Just a bunch of fuckin' water, ohhhhhhhhh
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We out....
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Dirty Dirty
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