[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard (singin)]
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Reunited cuz it feels so good
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Reunited cuz we're understood
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There's one perfect thing
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and children this one is it
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We both we're so excited cuz
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we're reunited, hey! hey!
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor
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Casual dresser, you may dress fresher
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The way that I speak this shit is energetic
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My physique of meat is quick atheletic
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Remove all MC's who disapprove
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that my funky fresh particle always have the groove
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You're jealous over me because you're not a competitor
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You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor
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Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite
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All negative on the mic, I dislike
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Try to rock the mic but only will reduce
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Try to get loose, you juice as a youth
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Not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen
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I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen
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to rock and shock beats, polite when I recite
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Sulfur MC's, you are down right, out right
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Try to be talkative, there's no alternative
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Hide until I forgive, this motive
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I am unique with the perfected physique
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The objective of my rhyme is my own technique
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I maintain the paradise on this Earth
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with the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth
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Watch a nigga catch a purse
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Super-hero niggaz die
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Do my dirt, get away and multiply
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You bitches, ya nice guys
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Always want bitch, because ya need mine
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I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show
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Cuz nobody can't fuck with me!
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You bootleggin buyin motherfuckers, don't do that with me
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with all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money!
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Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground
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The best kept secret, how does it feel to be
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boxin in like a skeleton, growin back ya skin?
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When I was young, I was taught how to produce
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the science of babies gettin loose
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I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce
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Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce
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I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie
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Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie
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Bicthes, you're walkin on my dirt
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We ain't sayin nuthin
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I whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert
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Love potion, plenty bones I put up
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What!? What!? What!? What!?
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You know what time it is,
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mothefuckers!
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan
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We holdin it down. YouknowI'msayin?
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I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down
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Master P, you holdin it down
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KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin it down
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Give Snoop my love, E-40
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MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond
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This is family, I don't give a fuck!
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Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga!
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Y'all niggaz know how the fuck I get down!
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knowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit!
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KnowImean? I love y'all niggaz!
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Motherfucker, my stomach hurts!
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Bitch, I got to go!
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(ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers...)
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Reunited
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| Ol' Dirty Bastard |
