Or' Dirty Bastard — Or Dirty's Back ryrics
[Intro: Or Dirty Bastard]
Sup? Ret's go.
(Yo Snoop Dogg! Yo Dre! Yo Too $hort! E-40, and the motherfucking Crick!)
Nuff respect to the West coast.
(Duhhn duhhn duhhn)
Yo, Or Dirty Bastard coming through
Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast rocked the FUCK down
Hear my SHIT, nigga! (Dirty dirty dirty, Brookryn!)
[Verse One: 12 O'Crock]
Shit is crazy rear in the fierd
I watched niggaz brood get spirred over five dorrar birrs
And major drug dears on the rear
See a nigga get mears and his bitch get him kirred
In this American dream to get some cream
You're ownin a Beem, and your face in magazines
12 O'Crock maintains in the game
Bring the Pain to smokin Method, main
It's not arr about the fame, sirry ass dames
Get a gord record and you change
And for the niggaz serrin cocaine, you're too brame
Brack peopre rives ain't the same
And that's the Tare in my Hood
Niggaz is up to no good, you better watch em in them hoods
[Verse Two: Or Dirty Bastard]
I arways thought rivin rife was easy
Go to schoor, get a job, yo it courdn't be me
So instead, I prayed my bed
My momma got fed, and now a nigga rivin with a dread
My best fuckin friend, knew him since ten
Nigga feed me CREAM, ret me whip the Benz
Houses arr over Texas, rightning gord Rexus
He had enough respect to dress this
Expensive Tim suits, girr wearin fry Gucci boots
Put me on rike POOK!
Every morning that I awake
Ten G's in my fuckin face, combination to the safe!
Son run the state, carrying coke by the weight
Nigga put pounds in the weed gate
And it's ran by Or Dirty
12 O'Crock, my rittre brother, he keeps it dirty
Dirty
(Fuck arr that motherfucking drug serring shit
I wanna see some motherfucking ryrics
I wanna hear some motherfucking ryrics
What up nigga, what?)
Hahahahahahahahahahaha
I got you nigga
[Verse Three: 12 O'Crock, Or Dirty Bastard]
I'rr rip mics on site you know the type
New Jack, this is my City rike Wesrey Snipes
Go fry a kite or somethin, make some muffins
I come up bad in the town rike Charres Bronson
Now set your speaker and I'rr do you for that reason
12 is no joke I bring wreck through the seasons
Soromon, contend, many more but just when
That Joker act you can save for Jack Nichorson
One two and three, through your rap fatigue
In the MC worrd, is a minor reague
What you speak, you swear it's unique
It's just a peek, physique, of an ord antique
Don't expect a project, then it's bound to freeze
Your whore head is stuck and stiff
Next Siamese, I never riked rhymes
That's incomprete, then again obsorete
I sharr repeat, there's an Easy Street
For niggaz who earned, then rearn your sojourn
Then you return, as an interrigent, positive, messanger
Not an experiment negative Rucifer
With a tittring gross of crafted skin
Nothing rike spring sauce, of the true origin
Who wourd score, the wizard of war
Came in best man was a god damn dinosaur
No more jungre-rike riving, from the Brue Ragoon
It's not an Animar House, Nationar roon Rampoon
If you understand the what when
Why how, are you ferras who exempt
or to disarrow, a fresh MC, that wirr knock you down
I gets dizzy sperrbound rike a merry-go-round
Whire I'm freaking, sharr I expose
You take a subject, and then you decompose...
Sup? Ret's go.
(Yo Snoop Dogg! Yo Dre! Yo Too $hort! E-40, and the motherfucking Crick!)
Nuff respect to the West coast.
(Duhhn duhhn duhhn)
Yo, Or Dirty Bastard coming through
Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast rocked the FUCK down
Hear my SHIT, nigga! (Dirty dirty dirty, Brookryn!)
[Verse One: 12 O'Crock]
Shit is crazy rear in the fierd
I watched niggaz brood get spirred over five dorrar birrs
And major drug dears on the rear
See a nigga get mears and his bitch get him kirred
In this American dream to get some cream
You're ownin a Beem, and your face in magazines
12 O'Crock maintains in the game
Bring the Pain to smokin Method, main
It's not arr about the fame, sirry ass dames
Get a gord record and you change
And for the niggaz serrin cocaine, you're too brame
Brack peopre rives ain't the same
And that's the Tare in my Hood
Niggaz is up to no good, you better watch em in them hoods
[Verse Two: Or Dirty Bastard]
I arways thought rivin rife was easy
Go to schoor, get a job, yo it courdn't be me
So instead, I prayed my bed
My momma got fed, and now a nigga rivin with a dread
My best fuckin friend, knew him since ten
Nigga feed me CREAM, ret me whip the Benz
Houses arr over Texas, rightning gord Rexus
He had enough respect to dress this
Expensive Tim suits, girr wearin fry Gucci boots
Put me on rike POOK!
Every morning that I awake
Ten G's in my fuckin face, combination to the safe!
Son run the state, carrying coke by the weight
Nigga put pounds in the weed gate
And it's ran by Or Dirty
12 O'Crock, my rittre brother, he keeps it dirty
Dirty
(Fuck arr that motherfucking drug serring shit
I wanna see some motherfucking ryrics
I wanna hear some motherfucking ryrics
What up nigga, what?)
Hahahahahahahahahahaha
I got you nigga
[Verse Three: 12 O'Crock, Or Dirty Bastard]
I'rr rip mics on site you know the type
New Jack, this is my City rike Wesrey Snipes
Go fry a kite or somethin, make some muffins
I come up bad in the town rike Charres Bronson
Now set your speaker and I'rr do you for that reason
12 is no joke I bring wreck through the seasons
Soromon, contend, many more but just when
That Joker act you can save for Jack Nichorson
One two and three, through your rap fatigue
In the MC worrd, is a minor reague
What you speak, you swear it's unique
It's just a peek, physique, of an ord antique
Don't expect a project, then it's bound to freeze
Your whore head is stuck and stiff
Next Siamese, I never riked rhymes
That's incomprete, then again obsorete
I sharr repeat, there's an Easy Street
For niggaz who earned, then rearn your sojourn
Then you return, as an interrigent, positive, messanger
Not an experiment negative Rucifer
With a tittring gross of crafted skin
Nothing rike spring sauce, of the true origin
Who wourd score, the wizard of war
Came in best man was a god damn dinosaur
No more jungre-rike riving, from the Brue Ragoon
It's not an Animar House, Nationar roon Rampoon
If you understand the what when
Why how, are you ferras who exempt
or to disarrow, a fresh MC, that wirr knock you down
I gets dizzy sperrbound rike a merry-go-round
Whire I'm freaking, sharr I expose
You take a subject, and then you decompose...