Brooklyn Zoo Lyrics Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard - Brooklyn Zoo Songtext[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Word up, I bust that nigga ass right now!
Ain't none of them niggaz can't f**k with me!
What? Nigga you could never f**k with me, my nigga!
(Ol' Dirty!) I'll f**k you up right now! What? What? What?
Bust your motherf**kin ass boy! I ain't no motherf**kin joke
You know who you talkin to?
(Word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)
Ol' Dirty Bastard y'knahmsayin? I'll f**k you up right now!
Yeah, what? What? (Get that nigga yo!
He ain't sayin nothin, f**k him!)
I'm the one-man army, Ason
I've never been tooken out, I keep MC's lookin out
I drop science like Crosby droppin babies
Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy
Energy buildin, takin all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason, I keep planets in orbit
While I be comin with teeth, bitin more shit
Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass
Cause I create, rhymes good as a Tasty Cake, mix
This style, I'm master in
Niggas catchin headaches, what? What? You need aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol
F**k around get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a candlelace, baby
Is it burnin? Well f**k it, now you're learnin
How, I don't even like your motherf**kin profile
Give me my f**kin shit, CH-CH-BLAOW!
Not seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, niggaz be quiet as death
Now you know nothin; before you knew a whole f**kin lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot!
A lot of MC's came to my showdown
To watch me put your f**kin ass lo-o-ow down
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt I've never been tooken out
By a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
How to pull a f**kin gun trigger
I said, "Get the f**k outta here!"
Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
Introducin, yo F**K that nigga's name!
My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain
And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will rock the spot
MC's I'll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot
Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like snowww up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
I'm homicidal when you insert the target
Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit!
So I take yo ass out quick
The mics, I've had it my nigga, you can suck my dick
If you wanna step to my motherf**kin rep'
CH-CH-BLAOW! BLAOW! BLAOW! Blown to death
You got shot cause you knock knock knock
"Who's there?" Another motherf**kin hardrock
Slackin on your mackin 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back...
[Chorus (5x): Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
What? My nigga...
Shame on ya...
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Writer(s): Derrick R. L. Harris, Robert F. Diggs, Russell Jones Copyright: Wu Tang Publishing, Ramecca Publishing Inc., Russell Jones Pub Designee, Universal Music - Careers, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Wonderboy Publishing Lyrics powered by www.musiXmatch.com
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