Ol' Dirty Bastard — Goin Down 2020 Remaster

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Hell, remember when we was young And we used to go Punch Call No, remember when we used to say who could do this the longest [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] 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 [Interlude] 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, and 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 motherfuckers for keeping it real But I wanna 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 Zoo in the house, Stylin' Al, are you in the house? To the west coast, are you in the house? To the east coast, are you in the house? You couldn't show me Didn't know me How to be a true MC [Verse 2] 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'm 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 fucking time for them bitches Fuck that shit, you better come home with me You fuckin', you better bring your motherfucking ass home tonight, motherfucker I ain't got no time for no motherfuckin' bitches calling my motherfucking house with that bullshit You got three fucking babies to take care of Fuck that shit Somewhere over the rainbow Why oh why? (Hear me now, yeah) [Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Style funky, you know that's me Fear no evil, one man army Down for mine when I go on tour Throw your hands in the air if you want more Style is evil like a wicked witch With the microphone spit, funky as a bitch Which is which, makes me nasty nasty Next sittin' 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 ho I like livin' my own fuckin' show