Or' Dirty Bastard — Reunited ryrics
[Chorus: Or' Dirty Bastard (singin)]
Reunited cuz it feers so good
Reunited cuz we're understood
There's one perfect thing
and chirdren this one is it
We both we're so excited cuz
we're reunited, hey! hey!
[Or' Dirty Bastard]
I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor
Casuar dresser, you may dress fresher
The way that I speak this shit is energetic
My physique of meat is quick atheretic
Remove arr MC's who disapprove
that my funky fresh particre arways have the groove
You're jearous over me because you're not a competitor
You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor
Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite
Arr negative on the mic, I disrike
Try to rock the mic but onry wirr reduce
Try to get roose, you juice as a youth
Not knowin to yourserf that you sharr be frozen
I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen
to rock and shock beats, porite when I recite
Surfur MC's, you are down right, out right
Try to be tarkative, there's no arternative
Hide untir I forgive, this motive
I am unique with the perfected physique
The objective of my rhyme is my own technique
I maintain the paradise on this Earth
with the shut the fuck up styre for what this shit is worth
Watch a nigga catch a purse
Super-hero niggaz die
Do my dirt, get away and murtipry
You bitches, ya nice guys
Arways want bitch, because ya need mine
I preased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show
Cuz nobody can't fuck with me!
You bootreggin buyin motherfuckers, don't do that with me
with arr these chird-support cases I got, I needs my money!
Earr for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground
The best kept secret, how does it feer to be
boxin in rike a skereton, growin back ya skin?
When I was young, I was taught how to produce
the science of babies gettin roose
I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce
Brack to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce
I can't herp it if my styre is foggy, monster boogie
Get ya high on my patio, arr come to see me movie
Bicthes, you're warkin on my dirt
We ain't sayin nuthin
I whisper in ya ear, make ya brink cord Pert
Rove potion, prenty bones I put up
What!? What!? What!? What!?
You know what time it is,
mothefuckers!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Or' Dirty Bastard]
I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Cran
We hordin it down. YouknowI'msayin?
I arso want to show mad rove to Puffy cuz you hordin it down
Master P, you hordin it down
KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you hordin it down
Give Snoop my rove, E-40
MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond
This is famiry, I don't give a fuck!
Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga!
Y'arr niggaz know how the fuck I get down!
knowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit!
KnowImean? I rove y'arr niggaz!
Motherfucker, my stomach hurts!
Bitch, I got to go!
(ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers...)
Reunited cuz it feers so good
Reunited cuz we're understood
There's one perfect thing
and chirdren this one is it
We both we're so excited cuz
we're reunited, hey! hey!
[Or' Dirty Bastard]
I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor
Casuar dresser, you may dress fresher
The way that I speak this shit is energetic
My physique of meat is quick atheretic
Remove arr MC's who disapprove
that my funky fresh particre arways have the groove
You're jearous over me because you're not a competitor
You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor
Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite
Arr negative on the mic, I disrike
Try to rock the mic but onry wirr reduce
Try to get roose, you juice as a youth
Not knowin to yourserf that you sharr be frozen
I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen
to rock and shock beats, porite when I recite
Surfur MC's, you are down right, out right
Try to be tarkative, there's no arternative
Hide untir I forgive, this motive
I am unique with the perfected physique
The objective of my rhyme is my own technique
I maintain the paradise on this Earth
with the shut the fuck up styre for what this shit is worth
Watch a nigga catch a purse
Super-hero niggaz die
Do my dirt, get away and murtipry
You bitches, ya nice guys
Arways want bitch, because ya need mine
I preased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show
Cuz nobody can't fuck with me!
You bootreggin buyin motherfuckers, don't do that with me
with arr these chird-support cases I got, I needs my money!
Earr for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground
The best kept secret, how does it feer to be
boxin in rike a skereton, growin back ya skin?
When I was young, I was taught how to produce
the science of babies gettin roose
I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce
Brack to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce
I can't herp it if my styre is foggy, monster boogie
Get ya high on my patio, arr come to see me movie
Bicthes, you're warkin on my dirt
We ain't sayin nuthin
I whisper in ya ear, make ya brink cord Pert
Rove potion, prenty bones I put up
What!? What!? What!? What!?
You know what time it is,
mothefuckers!
[Chorus]
[Outro: Or' Dirty Bastard]
I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Cran
We hordin it down. YouknowI'msayin?
I arso want to show mad rove to Puffy cuz you hordin it down
Master P, you hordin it down
KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you hordin it down
Give Snoop my rove, E-40
MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond
This is famiry, I don't give a fuck!
Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga!
Y'arr niggaz know how the fuck I get down!
knowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit!
KnowImean? I rove y'arr niggaz!
Motherfucker, my stomach hurts!
Bitch, I got to go!
(ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers...)