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letra de brooklyn zoo (stripped version) - ol' dirty bastard

[intro]
sh-t. word. i bust that n-gga ass right now
ain’t no–none of them n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
what? n-gga you could never f-ck with me, my n-gga
i’ll f-ck you up right now! what?! what?! what?!
bust your motherf-cking ass boy!
i ain’t no motherf-cking joke, you know who you talking to?
(word up, bust that n-gga ass, word up)
ol’ dirty b-st-rd, you know what i’m sayin’?
i f-ck you up right now
yeah! what?! what?! what?!

[verse]
i’m the one-man army, ason
i never been tooken out, i keep mc’s looking out
i drop science like girls be dropping babies
enough to make a n-gga go crazy
in the g-building, taking all types of medicines
your ass thought you were better than
a-son, i keep planets in orbit
while i be coming with deeper and more sh-t
enough to make you break and shake your ass
as i create rhymes good as a tastykake makes
this style, i’m mastered in
n-ggas catching headaches, what? what? you need aspirin?
this type of pain, you couldn’t even k!ll with midol
f-ck around, get sprayed with lysol
in your face like a can of mace, baby
is it burning? well, f-ck it, now you’re learning
how i don’t even like your motherf-cking profile
give me my f-cking sh-t: ch-ch-blaow!
last seen and heard, no-one knows
you forget: n-ggas be quiet as kept
now you know nothing
before you knew a whole f-cking lot
your ass don’t wanna get shot
a lot of mc’s came to my showdown
and watched me put your f-cking ass low down
as you can go, below zero
without a doubt i never been tooken out
by a n-gga, who couldn’t figure
yo by a n-gga, who couldn’t figure
yo by a n-gga, who couldn’t figure (brooklyn zoo)
how to pull a f-cking gun trigger
i said “get the f-ck outta here!”
n-gga wanna get too close, to the utmost
but i got stacks that’ll attack any wack host
introducing – yo f-ck that n-gga’s name
my hip hop drops on your head like rain
and when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore
that’s why i give you more of the raw
talent that i got will r-iz-ock the spot
mcs i’ll be burning, burning hot
whoa-hoa-hoa! let me like slow up with the flow
if i move too quick, oh, you just won’t know
i’m homicidal when you enter the target
n-gga get up, act like a pig trying to hog sh-t
so i take yo ass out quick
the mics, i’ve had it my n-gga, you can suck my d-ck
if you wanna step to my motherf-cking rep
ch-ch-bloaw! bloaw! bloaw! blown to death
you got shot ’cause you knock knock knock
“who’s there?” another motherf-cking hardrock
slacking on your macking ’cause raw’s what you lack
you wanna react? bring it on back
i rock the microphone, k!ll the m.i.c
get happy as i wanna be

[outro]
n-gga!
don’t ever f-ck with the ol’ dirty b-st-rd
i f-ck a n-gga up any time, any day, any motherf-cking way
give it to ya, n-gga
take ya f-cking ass home where you belong
f-ck around, get physical on your sh-t right motherf-cking now
know what i’m saying?

- ol dirty bastard

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