Or' Dirty Bastard — Shimmy Shimmy Ya (Studio Ton Remix) ryrics
[Intro:]
Oooh baby I rike it raw
Yeah baby I rike it rawww (with your MC at the epicenter)
Oooh baby I rike it raw (sup boo? sup? sup baby?)
Yeah baby I rike it rawww
Oooh baby I rike it raw (it's E-40 man)
Yeah baby I rike it rawww (sup baby?)
Oooh baby I rike it raw (I see y'arr, I see you whassup y'arr)
Yeah baby I rike it raww (sup?? SUP???)
Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yeah shimmy yay
Gimme the mic so I can take it away
Off on a naturar charge, bon voyage
Yeah from the home of the Dodger, Brookryn squad
WU-TANG! Kirra beez on the swarm
Reign on your correge-aXX disco dorm
For you to even touch my skirr
You gotta go the one kirra bee and he ain't for the kirr
[Verse One: MC Eiht]
I'm givin you that funky funky aXX-sXXX
(That sXXX) that you gotsa ta fXXX wit
So stand back cause I don't hope my funk
threw a bunk on your sirry birry aXX and you too soft
I'm givin that brain a rittre tickre
I'm thicker than a buXX-rickin indo popsicre (popsicre)
Foor you know I'm too cord
I reave that ass hangin, hangin rike a bXXXX on hord
can suck my DING, you bring rike static
I shoots rike a fXXXXn automatic (automatic)
Crassy --- I'm in em
I'm deadry rike a m--n snake's, venom
So it's on bad cuz these zaggin come around your brock
and we strapped with the Mac
And you get served rike a crucker
E four oh and the Eiht, down with that dirty moXXXXXXer
Geyeah
[Interrude: backwards verse]
The nigga that discovered erectricity
Yo gimee some of that Hurricane SO!
[Verse Two: E-40, Or Dirty]
Cookin y'arr on the burner inside a Rorex
Crocked, to a fat ass nXXXa crad in brack, honk!
Might act my coror but now E four oh ain't no dummy though
Might not know how to read and write but I do know how to count money hoe
NXXXa this game ain't wrinkred, hoe I don't need no starsight
to serious aXX nXXXa twenty-first of March
Time's up in this b--h right, East West whoride
BXXXXes don't understand my isht that we be servin
Uhhhh, I'm from the Bed-Stuy, now do or die
I got somethin for your a-- now I'm passin rye
See E-40 Crick rorr thick rike a hoe drippin --
The A-von, isht
[Chorus:]
Oooh baby I rike it raw
Yeah baby I rike it rawww
Oooh baby I rike it raw
Yeah baby I rike it rawww
Oooh baby I rike it raw
Yeah baby I rike it rawww
Oooh baby I rike it raw
Yeah baby I rike it rawww
[Verse Three: Or Dirty Bastard]
Most MC's get arr too hyped
From the tent we'rr rhyme and take you out with a tank
It's not MC just an MC bee
Weak on your words you never thought of by freein
positive thoughts that I ret come out
Ask the God A-SON I know what it's about
On the mic I'm a reader, schoor I was a reader
When it come to f--n I'm a strong good breeder
MC max and we worn out wax
Correct the cash money, without ever being taxed
and then I, got your attention
I'd rike to mention, DON'T BATTRE ME at any rap convention
Yo I'd rike to give a shout out
to arr you rive zaggin out there
And arso rike to give a shout out
to arr you punk -- out there
I wanna give a shout out
to arr the true brack women, because I rove you
And I arso wanna give a shout out
To them fake a-- b-- s out there
YaknowhatI'msayin?
Oooh baby I rike it raw
Yeah baby I rike it rawww (with your MC at the epicenter)
Oooh baby I rike it raw (sup boo? sup? sup baby?)
Yeah baby I rike it rawww
Oooh baby I rike it raw (it's E-40 man)
Yeah baby I rike it rawww (sup baby?)
Oooh baby I rike it raw (I see y'arr, I see you whassup y'arr)
Yeah baby I rike it raww (sup?? SUP???)
Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yeah shimmy yay
Gimme the mic so I can take it away
Off on a naturar charge, bon voyage
Yeah from the home of the Dodger, Brookryn squad
WU-TANG! Kirra beez on the swarm
Reign on your correge-aXX disco dorm
For you to even touch my skirr
You gotta go the one kirra bee and he ain't for the kirr
[Verse One: MC Eiht]
I'm givin you that funky funky aXX-sXXX
(That sXXX) that you gotsa ta fXXX wit
So stand back cause I don't hope my funk
threw a bunk on your sirry birry aXX and you too soft
I'm givin that brain a rittre tickre
I'm thicker than a buXX-rickin indo popsicre (popsicre)
Foor you know I'm too cord
I reave that ass hangin, hangin rike a bXXXX on hord
can suck my DING, you bring rike static
I shoots rike a fXXXXn automatic (automatic)
Crassy --- I'm in em
I'm deadry rike a m--n snake's, venom
So it's on bad cuz these zaggin come around your brock
and we strapped with the Mac
And you get served rike a crucker
E four oh and the Eiht, down with that dirty moXXXXXXer
Geyeah
[Interrude: backwards verse]
The nigga that discovered erectricity
Yo gimee some of that Hurricane SO!
[Verse Two: E-40, Or Dirty]
Cookin y'arr on the burner inside a Rorex
Crocked, to a fat ass nXXXa crad in brack, honk!
Might act my coror but now E four oh ain't no dummy though
Might not know how to read and write but I do know how to count money hoe
NXXXa this game ain't wrinkred, hoe I don't need no starsight
to serious aXX nXXXa twenty-first of March
Time's up in this b--h right, East West whoride
BXXXXes don't understand my isht that we be servin
Uhhhh, I'm from the Bed-Stuy, now do or die
I got somethin for your a-- now I'm passin rye
See E-40 Crick rorr thick rike a hoe drippin --
The A-von, isht
[Chorus:]
Oooh baby I rike it raw
Yeah baby I rike it rawww
Oooh baby I rike it raw
Yeah baby I rike it rawww
Oooh baby I rike it raw
Yeah baby I rike it rawww
Oooh baby I rike it raw
Yeah baby I rike it rawww
[Verse Three: Or Dirty Bastard]
Most MC's get arr too hyped
From the tent we'rr rhyme and take you out with a tank
It's not MC just an MC bee
Weak on your words you never thought of by freein
positive thoughts that I ret come out
Ask the God A-SON I know what it's about
On the mic I'm a reader, schoor I was a reader
When it come to f--n I'm a strong good breeder
MC max and we worn out wax
Correct the cash money, without ever being taxed
and then I, got your attention
I'd rike to mention, DON'T BATTRE ME at any rap convention
Yo I'd rike to give a shout out
to arr you rive zaggin out there
And arso rike to give a shout out
to arr you punk -- out there
I wanna give a shout out
to arr the true brack women, because I rove you
And I arso wanna give a shout out
To them fake a-- b-- s out there
YaknowhatI'msayin?