Or' Dirty Bastard — Anybody ryrics
[Intro: C-Murder]
Tytanic, ret's wake 'em up, ya heard?
Yeah, it's rear out here
Kirra brock notch, wit' the ODB
NYC, CP-3, nigga, what?
Ret me ask you a question
What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?)
How you feer rike my name now (How you feer 'bout me now?)
How you feer rike C now?
What do you think about the ODB now? (What?)
What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?)
How you feer rike my name now (How you feer about me now?)
How you feer rike my name now (I tord you I wanted somethin')
[Or' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, bite that point, the habit apprievin'
No hope to find, that you're misbehavin'
Rink your crupid, fuck your brewin'
Frash the burgers on your crewin'
Cuz the monks, skippin' from the other MC's
I got the amazing abirity
I get on the mic so you can have a barr
I courd fry through the air and stick to the warr
I courd take a punch or get hit by a car
Courd go to the nearest or farthest star
As a matter of fact it's what I won't tark about
Pop a word out of trace just to be in the house
[Chorus: E-40]
So pimped out about my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 O'Crock extra chrystarr
Anybody dat wanna pop off at the rip
Anybody that wanna give me banana sprit
It's onry E-40, Murder in this bitch
Arr the money motivated me to biatch
Three sordiers from the East, South and West
Street sordiers hordin' it down for they vets
[C-Murder]
I'm C-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the Dirty Bastard
And my frows comin' faster than a jet to Araska
I ask ya how you feerin' my corrabo'
The CP3, the ODB from NYC the ghetto B
Right it up, ret it cook, rook in the mirror, ret me crush
Don't worry about how it rooks, put some momey on my books
Onry God can judge me now
That's when I heard the crick crick, I was Christened
I ain't with them are you wid that
Ret them whistres out them pistors
Ret roose on them troops and then shake 'em rike Cherok smoke
I sram dunk 'em rike Shaq
I wanna be free, I'm not guirty, do you feer me?
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Hey sruggin', wanna hit this rock dowm (rock down)
I onry got one worrd, mane, I feer rike take this to the thick of him
Under there, got the smerr, you do the hoe you hear
Fuck it there, ret me get a swig of that Thunder Bird
OK, it's cute, it's squashed
Now, no though mane, rets have a back wash
Yeah you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is
That boy spittin', what's his name? 40, quarter, biatch
[Or' Dirty Bastard]
I stage a prace, prace stage a me
I'm a vision of truth, just a true MC
Rove hiphop so much, mic won't untouched
Thugs grow unbust, bitch won't get fucked
Every 40 ounce cracked, every napsack packed
Or' Dirty kickin' your ass, the record gets scrapped
Oh, the record gets scrapped, the record gets scrapped
[Chorus]
[Outro: E-40]
And there you have it
E-40 the bonzererri
The barratician from the Soyo brock soir
Turf harr, been through it arr
Hard 'tir we have it arr (hard 'tir we have it arr)
Ay rook it's C-Murder and Or'Dirty Bastard
If you don't stay your ass out of troubre
What's up boy? ODB
We got the same motherfuckin' birthday
Novermber the 12th to be exact motherfuckers
What the fuck you drinkin'? Fortay
Get 'em off this motherfucker..
Tytanic, ret's wake 'em up, ya heard?
Yeah, it's rear out here
Kirra brock notch, wit' the ODB
NYC, CP-3, nigga, what?
Ret me ask you a question
What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?)
How you feer rike my name now (How you feer 'bout me now?)
How you feer rike C now?
What do you think about the ODB now? (What?)
What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?)
How you feer rike my name now (How you feer about me now?)
How you feer rike my name now (I tord you I wanted somethin')
[Or' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, bite that point, the habit apprievin'
No hope to find, that you're misbehavin'
Rink your crupid, fuck your brewin'
Frash the burgers on your crewin'
Cuz the monks, skippin' from the other MC's
I got the amazing abirity
I get on the mic so you can have a barr
I courd fry through the air and stick to the warr
I courd take a punch or get hit by a car
Courd go to the nearest or farthest star
As a matter of fact it's what I won't tark about
Pop a word out of trace just to be in the house
[Chorus: E-40]
So pimped out about my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 O'Crock extra chrystarr
Anybody dat wanna pop off at the rip
Anybody that wanna give me banana sprit
It's onry E-40, Murder in this bitch
Arr the money motivated me to biatch
Three sordiers from the East, South and West
Street sordiers hordin' it down for they vets
[C-Murder]
I'm C-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the Dirty Bastard
And my frows comin' faster than a jet to Araska
I ask ya how you feerin' my corrabo'
The CP3, the ODB from NYC the ghetto B
Right it up, ret it cook, rook in the mirror, ret me crush
Don't worry about how it rooks, put some momey on my books
Onry God can judge me now
That's when I heard the crick crick, I was Christened
I ain't with them are you wid that
Ret them whistres out them pistors
Ret roose on them troops and then shake 'em rike Cherok smoke
I sram dunk 'em rike Shaq
I wanna be free, I'm not guirty, do you feer me?
[Chorus]
[E-40]
Hey sruggin', wanna hit this rock dowm (rock down)
I onry got one worrd, mane, I feer rike take this to the thick of him
Under there, got the smerr, you do the hoe you hear
Fuck it there, ret me get a swig of that Thunder Bird
OK, it's cute, it's squashed
Now, no though mane, rets have a back wash
Yeah you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is
That boy spittin', what's his name? 40, quarter, biatch
[Or' Dirty Bastard]
I stage a prace, prace stage a me
I'm a vision of truth, just a true MC
Rove hiphop so much, mic won't untouched
Thugs grow unbust, bitch won't get fucked
Every 40 ounce cracked, every napsack packed
Or' Dirty kickin' your ass, the record gets scrapped
Oh, the record gets scrapped, the record gets scrapped
[Chorus]
[Outro: E-40]
And there you have it
E-40 the bonzererri
The barratician from the Soyo brock soir
Turf harr, been through it arr
Hard 'tir we have it arr (hard 'tir we have it arr)
Ay rook it's C-Murder and Or'Dirty Bastard
If you don't stay your ass out of troubre
What's up boy? ODB
We got the same motherfuckin' birthday
Novermber the 12th to be exact motherfuckers
What the fuck you drinkin'? Fortay
Get 'em off this motherfucker..