(featuring Goldy Hawn)
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[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Goldy Hawn)]
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Every horror movie they can attack ya ass
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If you fuckin' wit the Ol' Dirt Dog
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Bitch what's his name... in Wu-Tang
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Bitch, if you didn't hear it muthafuckin'
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You heard it now, on radio 98.7
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"Time to go to sleep"
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(Aight, it's time for ya bitch ass muthafuckas to go to sleep, then
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Big Bad Wolves, niggaz
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Yo son, aiyo Dirt you ready, ready?) I'm ready, I'm ready
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All you bitches ready to go steady
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(Yo, hit them niggaz wit that shit, son)
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To the girls over there (to the bitches)
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To the niggaz over there (to my niggaz)
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From the front, to the back, packed everywhere
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Wanna get smacked out the atmosphere (you wanna get smacked?)
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My name is Dirt Dog, bitch, I don't know where and how
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My name is Dirt Dog, and in pilgrim, you smile
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Bitch you get murdered from the first start
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(Aiyo, God, you gotta fuck the shit up iller than
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The that shit son, right there, man, for real man?)
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Turn it up, turn it up, turn the headphones up
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(Word?) One-two, one-two (one-two ya'll)
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It don't stop ya'll (it don't, ya'll)
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Won't stop ya'll
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[Chorus 6X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Goldy Hawn]
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Children sik 'em (children sik 'em)
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Murder was the first artwork obtained
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A nigga didn't know the seven half ounces of brain
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You try to maintain, you didn't know the slang
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My name is from the Wu-Tang, nigga, I kill a buttfucka up to slain
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Nigga, Wu-Tang, you could never ever hang
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I said it again and again and again
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Nigga you fooled cuz you didn't know this
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Cuz I'm the specialist
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[Chorus 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (sampled kids)]
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Children sik 'em (when they're gonna get you)
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Children sik' 'em (when they're gonna get you)
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Children sik 'em (I'm not asleep)
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Children sik 'em (it's time to go to sleep)
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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You didn't have no power to predict in them
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The Dirt Dog came wit the natural handsome and slim
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Style that came wit the buckwild
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Nigga, I taught 'em, nigga I treat 'em
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Nigga, don't know how to reach them
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My name is Dirt Dog I keep those speeches in
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From down down Martin Luther King to Malcolm X
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I make the niggaz come up and give recess
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Blaow! She don't know my Elijah Muhammed style
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Fuck a nigga up wild, I am up on the couch
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The Dirt Dog nigga, never foul
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Fuck a nigga up, a spirit attack ya wild
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How? Cuz hip hop don't stop the groove, ya'll
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I make a nigga caution at the smooth yard
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Styles that make you wanna roll up in the streets
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And go up in ya house, because ya streets and ya house is talkin' to you
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You want to get a haunted house Amittyville
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What you, what you say, and do
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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I grew up, in the L.P. crew
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Muthafucka, me, Ro' and Johnny Q
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Nigga Johnny, attackin' on ya analog ass niggaz
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Cuz you was on the dick and you wasn't fuckin' lookin' at me
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Master Born, and on top of them niggaz, you was rollin' wit me
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Shit, RZA came through and Popa Wu
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Muthafucka, we ran ya whole muthafuckin' crew
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Don't act like we didn't know what the fuck to do
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Muthafucka, we taught ya bitch ass kung fu, too
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What, what, you wanna talk about?
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You won't know know no kung fu if I'm not in ya house
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Dirt Dog, yo' Busta Rhymes I ain't got nothin' against you
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But ya fucked my boo, it's all good, nigga, true
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Dirt Dog, do it for you, hip hop don't fuck wit me, who
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How, when, what, where, gonna get you
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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And if you ever go against the nigga, you die
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Enough dyin', enough unmultiplyin'
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White boys, white girls, when you hear this noise
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Go crazy, attack a nigga like a muthafuckin'
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Muthafuckin', animal, savage, beast
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Comin' through ya muthafuckin' house
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Bitch, you couldn't reach
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This style that's fuckin' you up
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Children Sik 'Em
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| Ol' Dirty Bastard |
