Ol' Dirty Bastard — Goin Down

[Intro] Hell, remember when we was young And we used to go (ahhhhhhhhhh) Ah, Punch Call! No no Remember when we used to say who could do this the longest (ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Ahhhh!!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! All right, I'm about to put it Goin' down, down [Intro Verse] I am the U-N-I, The Q-U-E, the G to the O-D I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man called Unique G Well, my name is known all over the world To the foxy ladies and the pretty girls I go down in history As the baddest brother that ever could be [Break] Y'all crazy and shit I mean y'all get high, and y'all get drunk And y'all come mouthing around to see Ol' Dirty Bastard Perform I like your motherfucking style Yo, I'd like to thank all the DJs across the country for playing my shit, and I'd also like to thank all you underground motherfuckas For keeping it real But I'd like to know who's in the motherfucking house There's Queens in the house, there's uptown in the house Boogiedown rocks are you in the house, are you in the house? Brooklyn Zu in the house? Stylin Isle, are you in the house? To the west coast are you in the house? To the east coast are you in the house? [Bridge] You couldn't show me Didn't know me How to be a true MC [Verse 1] My advantage on the M-I-C is the slang That I manifest so you could never hang Obviously you know my name by now I done thrown stupid parties all through your town Dirt McGirt—that's my motherfucking name Love to flirt—that's my motherfucking game They said "Who wanna be an MC?" I am the original G-O-D Making young ladies scream's my specialty See my style, different from yours Make young bitch wanna drop the drawers [Interlude: Icelene Jones] Fuck that bullshit Unique You my motherfucking husband I ain't got no motherfucking time for them bitches You better come home with me You better bring your motherfucking ass home tonight, motherfucker I ain't got no motherfucking time for no bitches calling my motherfucking house with that bullshit You got three fucking babies to take care of Fuck that shit [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Matter of fact, I gotta song for you all: SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW WHERE BLUEBIRDS FLY SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW WHY OH WHY HEAR ME NOW! [Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Style funky, you notice me Fear no evil, one man army Down below, when I go, won't go Throw your hands in the air if you want more Style is evil like a wicked witch With the microphone spliggh! Funky as a bitch Which is which, makes me nasty nasty Next on the mic is the rappin, nuh! You want some of the Ason's gun Shoot the nigga, blaow!, reaches no one Then you know not to touch my hoe My life, living my own fuckin show