Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirty Dirty, artist - Ol' Dirty Bastard. Album song Osirus - The Official Mixtape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.07.2006
Record label: Sure Shot
Song language: English
Dirty Dirty |
| Two steps from the border line |
| Anything closer will kiss the nine |
| Think I’m out the game? |
| You out of your mind |
| Cuz I stay on track, like transit line |
| Keep it nappy or braided up |
| Dirty in the cockpit, blazin' up |
| Stop frontin' when you made it up |
| Tellin' all my hoes, you can’t spray it up |
| Hah, huggin' nuts like tighty whites |
| Still trickin' on hoes like Heidi Fleiss |
| You know why niggas don’t give you much respect |
| Cuz they seen you gettin' slapped with the empty gat |
| Know Dirt, like bow know death |
| When I’m huntin' down, birds of rap |
| Hate Dog, cuz I ate your cat |
| And you can eat my ass and have a coke with that |
| Use a spoon, unless you want a fork |
| Pull my dick out, watch the room get dark |
| Stay high with the zombie walk |
| Gotta sit my ass down, like Rosa Parks |
| Dirty Dirty, you tell me how you do it |
| It look so easy, like there was nothin' to it |
| But they don’t understand, about the Dirty M. C |
| It’s the… (Ohhhhhhhhhh), new track by ODB |
| They say dirt and sunshine make the flowers grow |
| I say, fuck a bitch raw and drive your nut on the floor |
| Call it what you want, you son of a ho |
| I was 5 percent til' white bitches came and dropped it down to four |
| 3, 2, 1, I can lick the sun with my tongue |
| Pull it out and smack a nigga, just for thinkin' I’m done |
| Shut your trap, razor blade cut your wrap |
| Fat girls seen me comin', started tuckin' their flab |
| Rhymefest and Dirt Dog, gon' spark this |
| The day he got to heaven, track mud on the carpets |
| Hot like the hot potato, you niggas ain’t macho |
| You hot as gazpacho |
| Go to the show, for hot dogs and nacho’s |
| This me and Dirt Dog’s style, it’s not yours |
| What can make a ho, look more cuter |
| Hennessey shots, or smoke more Buddha? |
| I don’t know Dirt, now she look like Zab Judah |
| Test my manhood, go get my dick ruler |
| Now you hungry, wanna eat right through her |
| But you better first track for a noter |
| Like does she have a best friend, or a daughter |
| Has she ever tried fuckin' under water |
| Down down with the fishes, deep sea dishes |
| I ain’t a genie, bitch, I don’t respect your wishes |
| This trick ain’t fuckin' me though, god damn |
| Something very wrong, I don’t understand |
| Misinterpetate, let me break it down |
| Two pulls make the your merry go round |
| Touch your toes, show me that rose |
| Butt naked, in a Wu-Tang pose |
| Wide open, girl, everything goes |
| Real freaky, when you powder that nose |
| Keep it and move, I sleep in the nude |
| I’m keepin' it rude, pull out my dick and pee in the food |
| On the way to the stars, don, where’s the map? |
| We fuckin' there, and we gonna fuck back |
| Yeah, Dirt Dog, Rhymefest, you want it, man |
| Rest in peace, I know you heaven right now |
| Trackin' mud on the carpet, so, we gon' let ya |
| Do what you do it’s the ohhhhhhh |
| Don’t forget the crew, it’s the Wuuuuuu |
| I thought you knew, it’s the Ol' Dirt Dog |
| Rhymefest, yeah yeah, from now to 3000, man |
| What’s rap with Dirty? |
| What’s the world without Dirt? |
| Just a bunch of fuckin' water, ohhhhhhhhh |
| We out… |