Ol' Dirty Bastard - Ol Dirty's Back lyrics

(feat. 12 O'Clock) [Intro: Ol Dirty ba*tard] Sup? Let's go. (Yo Snoop Dogg! Yo Dre! Yo Too $hort! E-40, and the motherf**ing Click!) Nuff respect to the West coast. (Duhhn duhhn duhhn) Yo, Ol Dirty ba*tard coming through Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast locked the fu*k down Hear my sh*t, n***a! (Dirty dirty dirty, Brooklyn!) [Verse One: 12 O'Clock] sh** is crazy real in the field I watched n***az blood get spilled over five dollar bills And major drug deals on the real See a n***a get meals and his b**h get him k**ed In this American dream to get some cream You're ownin a Beem, and your face in magazines 12 O'Clock maintains in the game Bring the Pain to smokin Method, main It's not all about the fame, silly a** dames Get a gold record and you change And for the n***az sellin c**aine, you're too blame Black people lives ain't the same And that's the Tale in my Hood n***az is up to no good, you better watch em in them hoods [Verse Two: Ol Dirty ba*tard] I always thought livin life was easy Go to school, get a job, yo it couldn't be me So instead, I played my bed My momma got fed, and now a n***a livin with a dread My best f**in friend, knew him since ten n***a feed me CREAM, let me whip the Benz Houses all over Texas, lightning gold Lexus He had enough respect to dress this Expensive Tim suits, girl wearin fly Gucci boots Put me on like POOK! Every morning that I awake Ten G's in my f**in face, combination to the safe! Son run the state, carrying coke by the weight n***a put pounds in the weed gate And it's ran by Ol Dirty 12 O'Clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty Dirty (f** all that motherf**ing drug selling sh** I wanna see some motherf**ing lyrics I wanna hear some motherf**ing lyrics What up n***a, what?) Hahahahahahahahahahaha I got you n***a [Verse Three: 12 O'Clock, Ol Dirty ba*tard] I'll rip mics on site you know the type New Jack, this is my City like Wesley Snipes Go fly a kite or somethin, make some muffins I come up bad in the town like Charles Bronson Now set your speaker and I'll do you for that reason 12 is no joke I bring wreck through the seasons Solomon, contend, many more but just when That Joker act you can save for Jack Nicholson One two and three, through your rap fatigue In the MC world, is a minor league What you speak, you swear it's unique It's just a peek, physique, of an old antique Don't expect a project, then it's bound to freeze Your whole head is stuck and stiff Next Siamese, I never liked rhymes That's incomplete, then again obsolete I shall repeat, there's an Easy Street For n***az who earned, then learn your sojourn Then you return, as an intelligent, positive, messanger Not an experiment negative Lucifer With a tittling gloss of crafted skin Nothing like spring sauce, of the true origin Who would score, the wizard of war Came in best man was a god damn dinosaur No more jungle-like living, from the Blue Lagoon It's not an Animal House, National loon Lampoon If you understand the what when Why how, are you fellas who exempt or to disallow, a fresh MC, that will knock you down I gets dizzy spellbound like a merry-go-round While I'm freaking, shall I expose You take a subject, and then you decompose...