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Текст песни Ol Dirty Bastard f 12 O`Clock - Ol Dirty`s Back

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Intro: Ol Dirty BastardSup? 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 throughKnow what I`m saying? I got the East coast locked the FUCK downHear my SHIT, nigga! (Dirty dirty dirty, Brooklyn!)Verse One: 12 O`ClockShit is crazy real in the fieldI watched niggaz blood get spilled over five dollar billsAnd major drug deals on the realSee a nigga get meals and his bitch get him killedIn this American dream to get some creamYou`re ownin a Beem, and your face in magazines12 O`Clock maintains in the gameBring the Pain to smokin Method, mainIt`s not all about the fame, silly ass damesGet a gold record and you changeAnd for the niggaz sellin cocaine, you`re too blameBlack people lives ain`t the sameAnd that`s the Tale in my HoodNiggaz is up to no good, you better watch em in them hoodsVerse Two: Ol Dirty BastardI always thought livin life was easyGo to school, get a job, yo it couldn`t be meSo instead, I played my bedMy momma got fed, and now a nigga livin with a dreadMy best fuckin friend, knew him since tenNigga feed me CREAM, let me whip the BenzHouses all over Texas, lightning gold LexusHe had enough respect to dress thisExpensive Tim suits, girl wearin fly Gucci bootsPut me on like POOK!Every morning that I awakeTen G`s in my fuckin face, combination to the safe!Son run the state, carrying coke by the weightNigga put pounds in the weed gateAnd it`s ran by Ol Dirty12 O`Clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirtyDirty[Fuck all that motherfucking drug selling shit I wanna see some motherfucking lyrics I wanna hear some motherfucking lyrics What up nigga, what?]HahahahahahahahahahahaI got you niggaVerse Three: 12 O`Clock, Ol Dirty BastardI`ll rip mics on site you know the typeNew Jack, this is my City like Wesley SnipesGo fly a kite or somethin, make some muffinsI come up bad in the town like Charles BronsonNow set your speaker and I`ll do you for that reason12 is no joke I bring wreck through the seasonsSolomon, contend, many more but just whenThat Joker act you can save for Jack NicholsonOne two and three, through your rap fatigueIn the MC world, is a minor leagueWhat you speak, you swear it`s uniqueIt`s just a peek, physique, of an old antiqueDon`t expect a project, then it`s bound to freezeYour whole head is stuck and stiffNext Siamese, I never liked rhymesThat`s incomplete, then again obsoleteI shall repeat, there`s an Easy StreetFor niggaz who earned, then learn your sojournThen you return, as an intelligent, positive, messangerNot an experiment negative LuciferWith a tittling gloss of crafted skinNothing like spring sauce, of the true originWho would score, the wizard of warCame in best man was a god damn dinosaurNo more jungle-like living, from the Blue LagoonIt`s not an Animal House, National loon LampoonIf you understand the what whenWhy how, are you fellas who exemptor to disallow, a fresh MC, that will knock you downI gets dizzy spellbound like a merry-go-roundWhile I`m freaking, shall I exposeYou take a subject, and then you decompose...

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