Ol' Dirty Bastard - Goin' Down lyrics

Goin' Down

Ol' Dirty Bastard

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[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Hell
Remember when we was young
And we used to go
(ahhhhhhhhhh) *repeated*
Ah, Punch Call!
No no, remember when we used to say who could do this the longest
(ahhhhhhhhh) *repeated*
*breaks down*
Ahhhh!!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!
All right, I'm about to put it
Goin down, down

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I am the U-N-I, The Q-U-E, the G to the O-D
I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man called Unique G
Well, my name is known all over the world
To the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I go down in history
As the baddest brother that ever could be

Y'all crazy and shit
I mean y'all get high, and y'all get drunk
And y'all come mouthing around to see Ol' Dirty Bastard Perform
I like your motherfucking style
Yo, I'd like to thank all the DJs across the country for playing my shit, and I'd also like to thank all you underground motherfuckas
For keeping it real
But I'd like to know who's in the motherfucking house
There's Queens in the house, there's uptown in the house
Boogiedown rocks are you in the house, are you in the house?
Brooklyn, you in the house? Stylin Al, are you in the house
To the west coast are you in the house?
To the east coast are you in the house?
You couldn't show me
Didn't know me
How to be a true MC

My advantage on the M-I-C is the slang
That I manifest so you could never hang
Obviously you know my name by now
I done thrown stupid parties all through your town
Dirt McGirt...that's my motherfucking name
Love to flirt...that's my motherfucking game
They said "Who wanna be an MC?"
I am the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream's my specialty
See my style, different from yours
Make young bitch wanna drop the drawers

[Interlude: Icelene Jones]
Fuck that bullshit Unique
You my motherfucking husband
I ain't got no motherfucking time for them bitches
You better come home with me
You better bring your motherfucking ass home tonight, motherfucker
I ain't got no motherfucking time for no bitches calling my motherfucking house with that bullshit
You got three fucking babies to take care of
Fuck that shit
[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Matter of fact, I gotta song for you all:
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
WHERE BLUEBIRDS FLY
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
WHY OH WHY

HEAR ME NOW!

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Style funky, you know dat's me
Fear no evilllll whohoho one man army
Down for mine when I go on tour
Throw your hands in the air if you want more
Style is evil is like an wicked witch
With the mi-ca-phone spliggh! Funky as a bitch
Which is which, makes me nasty nasty
Next on the mic is the rappin NUH
You want some of the Ason's gun
Shoot the nigga, BLAAOW, reaches no one
Then you KNOW not to touch my HOE
I like livin my own fuckin show

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Ol' Dirty Bastard - Don't U Know lyrics

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[Intro]
Oh, cutie, got it goin' one
Cute? What? That dirty motherfucker?
You buggin'
Ain't no buggin', he's some ugly motherfucker
You buggin', yo, look at his disposition, shorty got a stride
What stride? Bummy motherfucker, he ain't shit
See, that's my flavor, rough, you don't know nothin' about that
You got mad sour flavor on, girl, 'cause that ain't shit at all
I'm, yo, G, I don't think he really realize, look at him
Look at what? Dirty motherfucker, he ain't shit
Hahaha, you don't see what I see, B
I don't see nothing. You wear glasses so
Hahaha, true, true, just look at him, personally
(I like that mothafucker)
Just look at him, homie's just dispositioned

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Approach the school nine thirty, you're late
The time happy the solution was my date
Get in your class, walk to your chair
Pop is all you see and then occasionally stare
At thе teacher, or students who wеre clockin' you
Lean back at this girl who kept clockin' you
Stimulated from a sensimilla blunt
Tell the young girl "Baby, you're the one I want."
She doesn't respond, pretends to ignore
So you say to yourself, it be her cold and sore mentally
Visualize the aim on the board
As how to buy pussy you cannot afford
This girl who, was slim and trim
Whispered in her friend’s ear quietly, "I want him"
I took out my books to write the notes for my class
But I kept fantasizing my dick in that ass
So I turned around to arrange a date
Swinging episode, baby number one's gotta say it
She popped her gum, cold twist her curl
I said, "Baby, how you feel?", She said, "Shirl"
Then I said, "Shirl", I just found my thrill
Where? In the classroom? No, on Blueberry Hill
But also said, "Just bottle your hate"
She put her face on the chest, this is what the bitch said
"Because of you I ain't hurting, but within my within my heart
'Cause no, I'm not right to be flirtin', but our relationship has to start
You're the one that I'm clocking, time for you could stop mockin'
Don't want you to see me cry, this is why, this is why, this is why"
[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
I met a girl named Chandra, from way down yonder
The apple of my eye had a Snapple and some fries
Forgot the ketchup, that's when I pressed up
"I've been watching you mowing your lawn"
The thoughts were flowin', while I'm holding her palm
"Hey, what's that on your menu?", from there we continued
And talk about this and that we chit and chat
Sipped on the Coke then I stroked her back
As she giggled and I wiggled to the bra
She said, "Nah", that's when I noticed her Pa
Big Tank, who did nothing but the spank
At parties, drink Bacardi and didn't think
Just act silly, with his brother Willy
Another hillbilly gettin' ill with the Philly
And moonshine, but it's a new time of day
On the stoop doing the Patty Duke
Okay, it's like that old flip flaps through the shower caps
The platform shoes to Apple Jacks
Chub chub

[Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, you niggas, niggas be actin' like
They be lovin' them, them, them fancy bitches
I, I likes me a nasty bitch
Bitch that's willing to do anything at any given time
Bitch gotta be nasty 'cause I'm a nasty nigga
I do anything, baby, I wouldn't give a fuck what it was
I'll, ah, anything, I'm a nasty motherfucker, girl
[Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm just sittin' right, in my class at a quarter to ten right?
Waiting patiently for the class to begin right? Teacher says
"Open up your texts and read the first paragraph on oral sex"
I said, "Oral sex, what kind of class is this?"
The girl next to me said, "What's wrong with you miss?
This is a lesson that makes you feel fine
Kinda ease your nerves and relax your mind"
I said, "Don't try to use no hypnotic spell"
She said, "Be my assistant, I'd sure rather tell"
My knees buckled, heart started to drop
My dick grew to a size that my nerves couldn't stop
I tried to run, she yelled out, "Freeze"
Pulled down my drawers, dropped to her knees
Ripped off my draws as if she had claws
Broke the rules that defined sex laws
She responded quick, with a slick, welcoming kiss and a ice cream lick
Oh, I begged, I begged, "Easy on my balls, they're fragile as eggs"
Part 2 coming up

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[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah
I wanna let all y'all niggas know in here tonight
That this is that Wu-Tang shit
This that shit that's gonna get you high
See when you stimulate your own mind for one common cause
You see who's the real motherfuckers
See what you see is you what you see
(You nuh see it? Wu-Tang a-run tings!)
Be the original G
Rhymin' on timin' in the place to be
(Run blood claat tings!)
Ladies love seein' me!

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
You're a crossbreed, I'm a knowledge seed
I want action! That's what I need
I never put doubt on my mind
'Cause I know when I touch the mic it's the rhyme
See murder which is caused
When you fuck with the negative and positive charge
Then they came up out my garage
With the hit that's gonna be large
Tired of sittin' on my fuckin ass
Niggas I know be runnin' around with mad fuckin' cash
Who the fuck wanna be an emcee
If you can't get paid to be a fuckin' emcee?
I came out my momma pussy, I'm on welfare
Twenty-six years old – still on welfare
So I gotta get paid fully
Whether it's truthfully or untruthfully
With my Boston bloodthirsty posse
P-E-A-C-E
[Chorus: Method Man]
Move 'em in, move 'em in
Move 'em out, move 'em out
Stick it up {*whip sound*} raw hide!

[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, gotta come back to attack
Killin' niggas who said they got stacks, 'cause I don't give a fuck
{*inhales*} I wanna see blood, whether it's period blood
Or bustin' your fuckin face some blood!!
I'm goin' out my fuckin' mind!
Everytime I get around devils {*breathing hard*}
Let me calm down, you niggas better start runnin'
'Cause I'm comin', I'm dope like fuckin' heroin
Wu-Tang Bloodkin, a goblin, who come tough like lambskin
Imagine, gettin' shot up with Ol' Dirty insulin {*sucks air*}
You bound to catch AIDS or somethin'
Not sayin I got it, but nigga if I got it you got it!!
What!?

[Verse 3: Raekwon the Chef]
Yo, check the bulletproof fly shit, strong like Thai Stick
Then I'll remain to tear your frame while I freaks it
Like some fly new sneaks and shit
Now eat my shit, bitch tried to creep and got hit
Now regulate, and I'll be out to set up a date
Wu-Tang is bangin' like a Ron G tape
RZA pump the shit just like a shotty
Watch me run it like John Gotti
Collidin' on the track like gin and watty
Check the calendar, I warn any challenger
To step up {*whoosh*} feel the blast from the silencer
[Chorus: Method Man]
Move 'em in, move 'em in
Move 'em out, move 'em out
Stick it up {*whip sound*} raw hide!

[Verse 4: Method Man]
Comin' soon to a theatre near you it be the Wu
Yeah, find yourself in the square and see it's true
Actual facts to snack on and chew
My positive energy sounds peace to you
A wise man killed one horse and made glue
Wicked women puttin' period blood in stew
Don't that make the stew witches brew?
I fear for the eighty-five that don't got a clue
How could he know what the fuck he never knew?
God-Cypher-Divine come to show and come to prove
A mystery god that's the work of Yacub
The Holy Ghost got you scared to death kid boo!!

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, we always gotta keep it fly
Fly for you to feel what you wants to feel
See Wu-Tang'd like to thank, all the people across the country
All the people in America, all the people outside of America
For listenin' to our music
We gotta keep it fly for ya!
See this ain't somethin' new
That's just gonna come out of nowhere, no!
This is somethin' old! And dirty!
And dirty!
Yeah

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Ol' Dirty Bastard - Drunk Game [2020 Remaster] lyrics

Drunk Game [2020 Remaster]

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[Intro]
Yo, imagine, imagine the shit
Drunk as hell and shit
And you going into a fuckin bar and shit
You stumbling over bitches and everything
Falling over everywhere, throwing up and shit
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Come on, come on
I want all y'all people to feel what I feel
See, my mama taught me this shit
And my daddy learned from my mama
Which is good, which is good

[Verse]
Sweet sugar pie, oh, I wish you were mine
Lookin' so good, like you know you should, yeah
And I, ayy, yeah, love you down, down, baby
Oh my girlie, sweet my honey
You look so good to me
Love you down, all night long
Yeah, yeah, ahh!
Yeah, all night long
Yeah, yeah, ahh, all night long, girl
Sugar pie
Sweet oh-my-oh-my there's no lie
I love you girl, love you, girl
Love you sweet pie
Yeah, yeah, ah

[Hook]
Do you love me? Do you love me like this?
(Do you love this, girl?) I know you love me
I love you too
Ah, ha, ha
(I'll let you know) I'm serious
I need to know that
I needs you to let me really know that
I said I'm serious, very, very serious
Aight, let's go

[Outro]
Yeah, all night long
Yeah, yeah, ah
Ah, ha, ha, yeah
It's other groups that's better than me like the Temptations
And you other, groups
From the Motown, Philadelphia, Atlanta
(This is dedicated to you)
And you others, better than me
Mrs. Jones, don't feel disgraced baby
Because I love your soul your got it together type thing
Diana Ross
(See, I don't say these things for myself)
Michael Jazzy-Jackson!
(Please understand or something)
No, I'm the baddest, hip-hop man, across the world!
I don't care, what you care, I just give, what you receive

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The Queers - Granola Head [demo] lyrics

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I don't wanna be a granola head!

Eating magic mushrooms ain't for me
Or getting all screwed up on LSD
Or eating bean sprouts all day long
And smoking pot out of a bong
Wearing flowers in my hair
And having dirty underwear

I don't wanna be a granola head
I don't wanna be a granola head

Whacked-out hippies' brains are scrambled eggs
Ugly chicks with very hairy legs
I think I'd rather be at home
Listening to the Ramones
Or hanging out and gettin' drunk
With a buncha useless punks

I don't wanna be a granola head
I don't wanna be a granola head

Oh, can't you see?
It's not for me
Eating bean sprouts all day long
Smoking pot out of a bong
Wearing flowers in my hair
And having dirty underwear

I don't wanna bе a granola head
I don't wanna be a granola head
I don't wanna bе a granola head
I don't wanna be a granola head

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