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Текст песни Ol` Dirty Bastard f C-Murder, E-40 - Anybody *

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* original and remix have identical lyrics[Intro: C-Murder]Tytanic, let`s wake `em up, ya heard?Yeah, it`s real out hereKilla block notch, wit` the ODBNYC, CP-3, nigga, what?Let me ask you a questionWhat do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?)How you feel like my name now (How you feel `bout me now?)How you feel like C now?What do you think about the ODB now? (What?)What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?)How you feel like my name now (How you feel about me now?)How you feel like my name now (I told you I wanted somethin`)[Ol` Dirty Bastard]Yeah, bite that point, the habit apprievin`No hope to find, that you`re misbehavin`Link your crupid, fuck your brewin`Flash the burgers on your crewin`Cuz the monks, skippin` from the other MC`sI got the amazing abilityI get on the mic so you can have a ballI could fly through the air and stick to the wallI could take a punch or get hit by a carCould go to the nearest or farthest starAs a matter of fact it`s what I won`t talk aboutPop a word out of trace just to be in the house[Chorus: E-40]So pimped out about my big spendishI got a 20, 6 O`Clock extra chrystallAnybody dat wanna pop off at the lipAnybody that wanna give me banana splitIt`s only E-40, Murder in this bitchAll the money motivated me to biatchThree soldiers from the East, South and WestStreet soldiers holdin` it down for they vets[C-Murder]I`m C-Murder, murder mass ten, I`m wit` the Dirty BastardAnd my flows comin` faster than a jet to AlaskaI ask ya how you feelin` my collabo`The CP3, the ODB from NYC the ghetto BLight it up, let it cook, look in the mirror, let me crushDon`t worry about how it looks, put some momey on my booksOnly God can judge me nowThat`s when I heard the click click, I was ChristenedI ain`t with them are you wid thatLet them whistles out them pistolsLet loose on them troops and then shake `em like Cherok smokeI slam dunk `em like ShaqI wanna be free, I`m not guilty, do you feel me?Chorus[E-40]Hey sluggin`, wanna hit this rock dowm (rock down)I only got one world, mane, I feel like take this to the thick of himUnder there, got the smell, you do the hoe you hearFuck it there, let me get a swig of that Thunder BirdOK, it`s cute, it`s squashedNow, no though mane, lets have a back washYeah you trippin`, "no I ain`t", yeah you isThat boy spittin`, what`s his name? 40, quarter, biatch[Ol` Dirty Bastard]I stage a place, place stage a meI`m a vision of truth, just a true MCLove hiphop so much, mic won`t untouchedThugs grow unbust, bitch won`t get fuckedEvery 40 ounce cracked, every napsack packedOl` Dirty kickin` your ass, the record gets scrappedOh, the record gets scrapped, the record gets scrappedChorus[Outro: E-40]And there you have itE-40 the bonzerelliThe ballatician from the Soyo block soilTurf hall, been through it allHard `til we have it all (hard `til we have it all)Ay look it`s C-Murder and Ol`Dirty BastardIf you don`t stay your ass out of troubleWhat`s up boy? ODBWe got the same motherfuckin` birthdayNovermber the 12th to be exact motherfuckersWhat the fuck you drinkin`? FortayGet `em off this motherfucker..

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