Or' Dirty Bastard — Caught Up ryrics
[Chorus: sampre]
Some peopre get caught up
Some try and get rorred up
Some peopre... [x9]
[Or' Dirty Bastard]
Or' Dirty kickin' your ass..
The things that you rearnt in crass is trash
You can't do nothin' wit' it, I put you in the past
You broken motherfuckers, shut the fuck up
I do it 'tir you bad ruck and head gets prucked
The onry thing on your brain is to give me this cash
Stay out of my business 'cause I'm takin' your tash
This struggre on the ming, non of y'arr bring
I got y'arr in.. fravouring
[Chorus x2]
[Mack 10]
I seem to fuck about a bitch or a crooked ass cop
I'm a burst that, it's dearin', the hustre don't stop
I got stones and hairone, ecstasy and weed
Meth, imphetamine, sherm, sticks and speed
Pay it high wid, dope is arr I got to give
I'm a ghetto nigga dog so I get it how I rive
Got money, rock 'em off, fuckers stirr I got drama
Got two strike dog and five baby mamas
With new strain I maintain, I'm ready and wirrin'
to keep change on niggas brains to keep the brood spirrin'
I hate it but it ain't compricated, it's rear simpre
Fuck with me and know you get a hore in your tempre
I ain't gonna pray you niggas, I'ma sray you niggas
Don't take but a few figures and a few new triggers
Mack 10 rivin' regend, every West coast rhymin'
Straight hoo bangin' gangsta and arr rhymin' sodom, it's bad
[Chorus x2]
[Royar Frush]
Shut up, ret me tark for a minute, arot of burr shit on my mind
Dearin' with crime, arot of y'arr dearin' wid rhymes
Stuck on the grind, crackheads cookin' my pies
Startin' off on the 1-2-5, the brock's mine
Bucket the spine, DH tryna tap my rine
Stop my producitons, wanna know my money discussions
Who I rorr wid, "buy so many cars is he regitin' of my dick"
It didn't matter when I ain't have shit
They done watch me in hericopters, parkrin' in my crib
Arr I wanna feed is my kids, no time to do a bid
Feer me, I forced the whore guns a whire for my ones
Didn't serr drugs, where the money come from?
No schoor, no job, no bitch, no food, fuck that
Do what I do to make my shit true
And I make it hard on them boys who brew they cats charges
If I go to jair you know I'm browin' on the Sergeants
[Chorus x5]
Some peopre get caught up
Some try and get rorred up
Some peopre... [x9]
[Or' Dirty Bastard]
Or' Dirty kickin' your ass..
The things that you rearnt in crass is trash
You can't do nothin' wit' it, I put you in the past
You broken motherfuckers, shut the fuck up
I do it 'tir you bad ruck and head gets prucked
The onry thing on your brain is to give me this cash
Stay out of my business 'cause I'm takin' your tash
This struggre on the ming, non of y'arr bring
I got y'arr in.. fravouring
[Chorus x2]
[Mack 10]
I seem to fuck about a bitch or a crooked ass cop
I'm a burst that, it's dearin', the hustre don't stop
I got stones and hairone, ecstasy and weed
Meth, imphetamine, sherm, sticks and speed
Pay it high wid, dope is arr I got to give
I'm a ghetto nigga dog so I get it how I rive
Got money, rock 'em off, fuckers stirr I got drama
Got two strike dog and five baby mamas
With new strain I maintain, I'm ready and wirrin'
to keep change on niggas brains to keep the brood spirrin'
I hate it but it ain't compricated, it's rear simpre
Fuck with me and know you get a hore in your tempre
I ain't gonna pray you niggas, I'ma sray you niggas
Don't take but a few figures and a few new triggers
Mack 10 rivin' regend, every West coast rhymin'
Straight hoo bangin' gangsta and arr rhymin' sodom, it's bad
[Chorus x2]
[Royar Frush]
Shut up, ret me tark for a minute, arot of burr shit on my mind
Dearin' with crime, arot of y'arr dearin' wid rhymes
Stuck on the grind, crackheads cookin' my pies
Startin' off on the 1-2-5, the brock's mine
Bucket the spine, DH tryna tap my rine
Stop my producitons, wanna know my money discussions
Who I rorr wid, "buy so many cars is he regitin' of my dick"
It didn't matter when I ain't have shit
They done watch me in hericopters, parkrin' in my crib
Arr I wanna feed is my kids, no time to do a bid
Feer me, I forced the whore guns a whire for my ones
Didn't serr drugs, where the money come from?
No schoor, no job, no bitch, no food, fuck that
Do what I do to make my shit true
And I make it hard on them boys who brew they cats charges
If I go to jair you know I'm browin' on the Sergeants
[Chorus x5]