Ol' Dirty Bastard — Brooklyn Zoo II Tiger Crane 2020 Remaster

[Intro] One, two, one, two, you taping this? All types of shit, yo, let that shit ride Word to mother, turn up the microphone Get all that good shit, get all that good shit (One, two, one, two) One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two Now niggas know Shit, yo, yo, check this out, check this joint This is strictly for the radio, yo I just want all y'all to know The reason why I curse is because my mama and my daddy They grew up cursin' So please respect my style, please [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-ooh Oh, shit, nah I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole stamina Here comes the medical examiner One verse then you out for the count Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount Yeah, yo, I'm sorry (Come on) I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamina Here comes the medical examiner One verse then you're out for the count Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount Wake you up and then I ask you How do you intend this Competition to get an ass kickin' so tremendous? You shouldn't bother this Leave me alone like a son, he'll be fatherless I got the Asiatic flow mixed with disco Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco And MC's start to vanish I rolled up on a jet black kid, the nigga started speakin' Spanish Yo, you wasn't from Panama I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said, "Suntanima" He responded so fast, you made me laugh Hahaha, scared your ass Kick the hundred strongest rhymes Then I brought out the punk in him Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms Told him enter the Wu-Tang Witness the Shaolin slang that crush any shit you bring I watch your ass take a big fall, why? My Main Source is like a friendly game of stickball And as you step up to bat, man, I play the Riddler You try to do me for my nigga, I'll change to Hitler I'll go out like Nazi, wish your fuckin' ass stayed Home and play Yahtzee Or watchin' Happy Days sweatin' Potsie With Ralph and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi [Verse 2: Ghostface Killer] Yo, Unique, yo, kid Check this shit out, yo, yo Ninety-five niggas is wasted Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted Foamin' out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease It's not magic, gaming is the gadget World classic big national high attracts dear graphics Lampin' in my own zone, my physical show Inhale bones Tony Stark, for the diamond in Rome He's convincin', labelled one man rap convention The nigga that'll gun down eighty Frenchmen Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist I deal with sharpness plus spark the hardest individual I plant crimes inside vocals My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof Hit the sun roof, be out like a wanderin' dream Shuttle and get startled off the verbal hygiene, my nigga (Yeah) [Interlude: Samples] Back but forgot the chainsaw And when I perform a massacre Better be comin' with some motherfuckin' shit that's spectacular Come on, can I get a Wu-Tang? Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, it's on your brain (Say what?) I'm the one man army, Ason I never been tooken out My mama taught me this shit And my daddy learned from my mama Which is good, which is good (Sweet sugar pie) I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop Chamber number nine, verse thirty-two Only speaks about Brooklyn Zoo That a— [Outro] Shame on you when you step through to Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo What? My nuh Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo To the West coast To the East coast To the North coast To the South When you take North, East, West, South Put it all together and it spell news Then you got the ol' rhythm, bastard blues And you don't stop So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker [Spoken] Listen up Represent How do we do? Everybody, you know, number one is the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfuckin' hangout, yeah Man, come on, man, with that bullshit It's the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfucking house Fuck is going on? Niggas from Brooklyn know what the fuck is... like that Niggas don't yell like that Motherfuckers, it's the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherfucking house Shit, and uptown in the motherfucking house Yo, fuck that shit Shit is live... But yo, I, what I can't understand, man A nigga's gotta get drunk... Ol' Dirty, I got my Brooklyn Zoo niggas here tonight, know what I'm sayin'? And these niggas ain't no motherfuckin' joke... What the fuck do you think... Give me some love, nigga Yo, check it out, yo I will get busy for y'all niggas and leave the rest to Matt, know what I'm sayin'? But a nigga is sober as a priest and a nigga gotta get drunk first So y'all keep continuing this bat shit Yo, I wanna give enough respect to everyone that's coming here doing this shit, you know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause yo, my man Brandon over here He gon' have shit goin' for y'all... Niggas gotta go, keep it real Niggas gon' get drunk, niggas gotta go Why the fuck you like it when you fuck a nigga up sometimes and shit when you, when you drunk All you can see is fucking light, man, that's all I know and that's all I see And you move the fuck over there Yo, yo Yo, I been... thank God I'm here, man But yo, I been around here for fifteen fucking years, man, know what I'm sayin'? Niggas come into this rap game and shit And motherfuckers actually think this fucking rap game is a fucking joke Let me explain to y'all about how the fuck rap is See, rap to me Is like my bitch, right, my bitch She fuck another nigga And I get mad and I wanna kill her, the bitch And I wanna kill the nigga See, this is how you must step up to the motherfuckin' microphone