(featuring Master Fool) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] This recordin is Dirty and it's Stinkin Funkier than Peppi Le Pew so I was thinkin, about droppin this single
I wanna, rape that bitch that told a lie on 'Pac I wanna right some wrongs before I put my coast on lock So when you see the glock bastard don't you
funk, pop the lock But only if you feel this shit We got, we got, they got (GUNS!) Crazy ill, man rowdy I gots it locked Bringin the noise, bringin the funk
, you can feel yo Kickin in you do', like a steel toe, for real doe Y'all gon' learn, I spit germs When you come short on Big Worm, you get burned Punks
the sun! It's comin' back around! Of the sun People Of The Sun (Original, as on Bombs & Bullets) Bastard son is in, swimin' in a sea of funk Clear the
might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true So much death in the Oakland streets Am I gonna live till next week? Will I get shot by a
points, no commas we bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring my enemies to they knees Coppin' pleas a Degenario Big
(feat. Big Punisher, Fat Joe & Freeway) But I would've loved to hear A Big Pun and B.I.G. collabo That shit would've been incredible [Big Pun talking
now, the funk soul brother Check it out now, the funk soul brother (Handsome boys!) Right about now, the funk soul brother Check it out now, the funk
I wanna, rape that bitch that told a lie on 'Pac I wanna right some wrongs before I put my coast on lock So when you see the glock bastard don't you go
the funk, pop the lock But only if you feel this shit We got, we got, they got (GUNS!) Crazy ill, man rowdy I gots it locked Bringin the noise, bringin the funk
bottle of momma's God Damn Hot Chili. Smooth tender chunks with chili beans filled with momma's hot bastard bacon bits, and drizzled with just the right
catch it Talkin quick and then I vic just tryin to keep from gettin blasted I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards Boo-yaa! Turned a snitch into
to not mentioned at all Face it E, you will never have a plack on your wall You did Maan with Big Moe, then you left the label You ain't get shit, Big
Treach.. Bastards blunts, buddhas bullets black gats is the lingo! Fuck a jolly jingle, old bitches break for Bingo Christmas time I crack yak and Kris with Kringle Gettin funk
say I'ma bastard of a swift bitch negro, funkin it with the style in your ear bro To make you _Fear_ me like _Cape_ without Robert DeNiro You big pussy
next on the mic is Ice so let it flow It's the incredible party rocker The heart stopper hit dropper Hypnotize you all like Big Poppa Gettin everybody blazed with the funk