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