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(Ol' Dirty Bastard) Ladies and gentlemen introducing Cab Calloway Featuring the Dirt Dog First things first man you're fuckin with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse I'll attack any nigga who slack in his mack Come fully packed with the fat rugged stack The heat is on, I'm about to blow up the spot All I wanna see is fire cause I'm makin shit hot Like the blow between glocks, mad niggas I shot Give a fuck on a cop, conversate with a lock Down at the chop-chop, 600th and Rock Crazy as a fox tryin to rob Fort Knox The DeNiro-Al Pachino war Tryin to score mad dough like a million or more For the illegal war that's all I saw It's all about that knot in ya I'm alone, I roll with 6 niggas with stones Every hour tap my phone with embezzlement stones Get a loan from the stocks because of my pops Fifty bills in the pocks, Wu-Gambino got props (Cab Calloway) But Minnie had a heart as big as a whale Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi (Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi) Hoooooooooooooooooooooo (Hoooooooooooooooooooooo) He-de-he-de-he-de-he (He-de-he-de-he-de-he) Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy (Heeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy) (Ol' Dirty Bastard) Elevator scheme with the scheme to catch CREAM Some diamond rings, jewels all types of priceless things Just in case you don't make it to the safe Don't talk to Jakes or your whole shit be laced Got a bomb bout ready to blow up shit The White House nuh be quiet as a mouse My job is hundred proof, better know the scoop Got niggas undergrounds, in your walls, in your roofs About made zoo, 6-6-6-6-2 Cause I'm goin all out with the supplies of Balu I'm unstoppable, my six man team is unstoppable Stickin my middle fuckin finger at you Livin in America's fuckin fucked up When I was young some say I had no sense I rhymed all day until my throat got tense And bought em by the cage from my lungs to my knees In the winter I cough, all summer I sneeze Ah-choo! Then I was sore, there was only one cure Original rhymes wholesome in thought Democratics are debatin wanna be the imitatin But the knowledge that I'm givin positively stimulatin I acknowledge any MC in a South Bronx town South Proof Projects, did they really go down Shit, I remember when I was 12 years old I didn't know about frontin or playin a role I thought I was slick, I fell harder than bricks With my best lyrics and my uptown ticks Prince start jackin in my baseball cap I'm tellin many chit-chats step off my jockstrap Approach this party other known as a jam Lookin for my cousin Bam-Bam Sleepingham From front to back the jam was packed Over there some dance, over there I just macked I looked around then I started to walk Heard an older woman's voice and a silly slang talk The kid was nice for payin the price And give weak MCs beneficial advice Yes, beneficial meaning good for more Frontin cause with the mamas would have loved to explore Studied MC and changed lyrics around Before I became a member of the lost and sound My words I strung, I bettered my voice Rollin over people known to be top choice Ch-ch - BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW Hoodlum Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi (Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi) Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho (Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho) He-de-he-de-hee-de-heeee (He-de-he-de-hee-de-heeee) Hooooohhhoooooooooooooooooooooooo (Hooooohhhoooooooooooooooooooooooo) ( ) |
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