Ol Dirty Bastard lyrics
Ol Dirty Bastard lyrics
"Ol Dirty's Back Lyrics"
Tip Van De Sluier Lyrics
Wanneer geef jij je bloot, laat jij jezelf eens zien Ben je bang voor anderen of voor jezelf misschien Ik probeer je scherp te volgen, toch blijf je vaag voor mij En voor ieder antwoord dat je geeft komt er weer een raadsel bij En je blijft jezelf verbergen achter de lach op jouw gezicht Je blijft jezelf verbergen achter de lach op jouw gezicht En nooit wordt er meer dan een tip van de sluier opgelicht Al dring ik bij je aan, zit ik op j
Wanneer geef jij je bloot, laat jij jezelf eens zien Ben je bang voor anderen of voor jezelf misschien Ik probeer je scherp te volgen, toch blijf je vaag voor mij En voor ieder antwoord dat je geeft komt er weer een raadsel bij En je blijft jezelf verbergen achter de lach op jouw gezicht Je blijft jezelf verbergen achter de lach op jouw gezicht En nooit wordt er meer dan een tip van de sluier opgelicht Al dring ik bij je aan, zit ik op j
featuring 12 O'Clock
Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard
Sup? Let's go.
(Yo Snoop Dogg! Yo Dre! Yo Too $hort! E 40 and the motherfucking Click!)
Nuff respect to the West coast.
(Duhhn duhhn duhhn)
Yo Ol Dirty Bastard coming through
Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast locked the FUCK down
Hear my SHIT nigga! (Dirty dirty dirty Brooklyn!)
Verse One: 12 O'Clock
Shit is crazy real in the field
I watched niggaz blood get spilled over five dollar bills
And major drug deals on the real
See a nigga get meals and his bitch get him killed
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 ass dames
Get a gold record and you change
And for the
Come Back To Me Lyrics
Hear my voice Where you are Take a train Steal a car Hop a freight Grab a star Come back to me Catch a plane Catch a breeze On your hands On your knees Swim or fly only please Come back to me On a mule In a jet With your hair in a net Or towel wringing wet I don't care This is where You should be From the hills From the shore Ride the wind to
niggaz sellin cocaine, you're too blame Hear my voice Where you are Take a train Steal a car Hop a freight Grab a star Come back to me Catch a plane Catch a breeze On your hands On your knees Swim or fly only please Come back to me On a mule In a jet With your hair in a net Or towel wringing wet I don't care This is where You should be From the hills From the shore Ride the wind to
Black people lives ain't the same
And that's the Tale in my Hood
Niggaz is up to no good, you better watch em in them hoods
Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard
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 nigga livin with a dread
My best fuckin friend, knew him since ten
Nigga 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 fuckin face, combination to the safe!
Son run the state, carrying coke by the weight
Nigga put pounds in the weed gate
And it's ran by Ol Dirty
12 O'Clock, my little brother, he kee
Into the Lungs of Hell Lyrics
Christ burned me with his eyes But I'm still alive Welcome to the lungs of hell Frost or fire, whatever you desire Collector of souls, captor of sin I'm not alone, I suck every soul Into the lungs of hell Collector of souls, captor of sin I'm not alone, I suck every soul Into the lungs of hell All you need is a graveyard of souls <
s it dirty Christ burned me with his eyes But I'm still alive Welcome to the lungs of hell Frost or fire, whatever you desire Collector of souls, captor of sin I'm not alone, I suck every soul Into the lungs of hell Collector of souls, captor of sin I'm not alone, I suck every soul Into the lungs of hell All you need is a graveyard of souls <
Dirty
[Fuck all that motherfucking drug selling shit
I wanna see some motherfucking lyrics
I wanna hear some motherfucking lyrics
What up nigga, what?]
Hahahahahahahahahahaha
I got you nigga
Verse Three: 12 O'Clock, Ol Dirty Bastard
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
Jar of Cardinals Lyrics
Droves of growers rolling by In the trees and way below Simple factors foiling time Never did we seem to know She was high and I was low Sitting in our bungalow Eating something wonderful Never ever getting full Nests of crows are hoarding coins In the competition zone Hush now seedling, don't you cry Maybe I'll be coming home quite soon f
Don't expect a project, then it's bound to freeze Droves of growers rolling by In the trees and way below Simple factors foiling time Never did we seem to know She was high and I was low Sitting in our bungalow Eating something wonderful Never ever getting full Nests of crows are hoarding coins In the competition zone Hush now seedling, don't you cry Maybe I'll be coming home quite soon f
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 niggaz 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