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letra de ol dirty's back - ol' dirty bastard

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sup? let’s go
(yo snoop dogg, yo dre, yo too $hort
e-40 and the motherf-cking click)
nuff respect to the west coast
(duh, duh, duh)

yo, ol’ dirty b-st-rd coming through
know what i’m saying? i got the east coast
locked the f-ck down, hear my sh-t, n-gg-
(dirty, dirty, dirty, brooklyn)

sh-t is crazy real in the field
i watched n-gg-z blood get spilled over five dollar bills
and major drug deals on the real
see a n-gg- get meals and his b-tch 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 -ss dames
get a gold record and you change
and for the n-gg-z sellin’ cocaine
you’re too blame

black people lives ain’t the same
and that’s the tale in my hood
n-gg-z 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 n-gg- livin’ with a dread

my best f-ckin’ friend, knew him since ten
n-gg- 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 f-ckin’ face, combination to the safe

son run the state, carrying c-ke by the weight
n-gg- put pounds in the weed gate
and it’s ran by ol’ dirty
12 o’clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty, dirty

f-ck all that motherf-cking drug selling sh-t
i wanna see some motherf-cking lyrics
i wanna hear some motherf-cking lyrics
what up n-gg-, what?

ha ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha
i got you n-gg-

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 m-ffins
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 n-gg-z who earned, then learn your sojourn
then you return, as an intelligent, positive, messenger
not an experiment negative lucifer

with a t-ttling 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 d-mn 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

- ol dirty bastard

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