Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Recognize, artist - Ol' Dirty Bastard. Album song The Dirty Story: The Best Of ODB, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Elektra, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Recognize |
Yo, yo, this is Chris Rock |
You heard my man |
He ain’t on no commercial shit |
The O.D.B. |
It ain’t the Young D.B. |
It’s the Ol’D.B. |
That old shit |
This ain’t the Embry-O D.B. |
This is the Ol’mothafuckin D.B. |
I’m Chris Rock, I’m chillin with the O.D.B. |
So I’m the wrong place, at the wrong mothafuckin time |
with the wrong mothafuckin man |
The O.D.B., baby |
All y’all niggas talkin bout commercial song |
This ain’t no commercial song |
Straight up, nigga, what? |
Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me All y’all niggas lovin me Mister courageous O.D.B. |
You need to recognize he’s a P-I-M-P |
You need to recognize |
Yo, what’s my name? |
(You need to recognize) |
Shut the fuck up! |
(You need to recognize) |
I bring the mothafuckin ruckus |
(You need to recognize) C’mon punk ass niggas |
Uh, nah, nah, I’m just fuckin wit’chall |
(Uh-huh) |
Who get drunk at night till the early morn'? |
Tap dances at the party like it’s goin on Bitches and niggas all around scopin eachother down |
I’m takin pictures at y’all at the fuckin lounge |
Mad niggas was, gettin drunk at the bar |
I’m throwin Moet bottles, HA HA HA HA HA HA |
It’s rowdy outside, I ain’t signin shit |
Don’t flow bitch, I take your microphone |
You party bitches fallin in line |
with your fat ass stinkin behind |
You don’t know who the fuck is here |
I back smack your ass, make pressure appear |
Cuz cold Lucky knockin at your door |
I dedicate that to your source |
Cuz this (Nigga please) is dirty and it’s stinkin |
Funkier than (Peppi Le Pew, so I was thinkin) |
I drop you mothafuckin niggas on the (weekend) |
(Lettin you know that) bitch nigga don’t start |
You thought that I was weak? |
Huh, let me speak |
My rhymes come funkier than your grandfather’s feet |
So listen mister, don’t you ever forget |
Rhyme dirty, you couldn’t even clean it with Comet |
or even Worex, some tried Ajax |
Only mix wit, the back get this track |
Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me All y’all niggas lovin me Mister courageous O.D.B. |
You need to recognize he’s a P-I-M-P |
You need to recognize, you need to recognize |
You need to recognize, niggas need to recognize |
Uh-huh, uh-huh |
Uh-huh, uh-huh |
Sweet girl, sweet girl |
Each and every day-a, each and every way-a |
See you niggas, most of your strayers |
Stray off from a thing, civilization-a |
Don’t understand the true nation-a |
Go back like cold ovens and ice boxes |
(Murder Avenue L trains, Broadway blackouts |
Brooklyn Zu keep history, fam shake the trends |
Five years of workin bodies, voice box hits the shotty |
I move in parties, stickin hotties |
And all you fake mob Gotti’s, I push your skirt up My shit’s so bad I wipe my ass with a burner) |
I said, y’all niggas can’t fuck with me All y’all niggas lovin me Mister courageous O.D.B. |
You need to recognize he’s a P-I-M-P |
You need to recognize, you need to recognize |
You niggas need to recognize, uh-huh, uh-huh |
Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me All y’all niggas lovin me Mister courageous O.D.B. |
You need to recognize he’s a P-I-M-P |
You need to recognize, you need to recognize |
Bitches and niggas’ll recognize |
Look, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh |
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh |