Ol' Dirty Bastard — Shimmy Shimmy Ya Extended Version 2020 Remaster

[Intro] "Aw, I don't want to fuck, you can't even sing" You had to sing, or something, to get some pussy (I like the way you talk) [Chorus] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw (Yeah) Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem (That shit is banging, that shit is banging) [Verse 1] Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Give me the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm Rain on your college-ass disco dorm For you to even touch my skill You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill now (That shit is banging) Chop that down, pass it all around Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground For any MC in any fifty-two states I get psycho killer, Norman Bates My producer slam, my flow is like bam Jump on stage and then I dip down (That shit is banging) (I like the way you talk) [Chorus] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem [Backwards verse incorporating part of Verse Two] [Verse 2] See, when a nigga say that he likes it raw Keeping it dirty, down to the floor See, my name is the ODB And I'll beat your ass For the ladies who know me, tell them who the fuck I be For the niggas who know me, tell them who the fuck I be Huh, my style comes down on y'all like rock (Sitting on the dock of the bay) By the dock Come by the flock (But don't go) By the brick, by the block Got East coast locked down, padlock My Zu niggas be all O-ed down by the flock [Chorus] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem [Verse 3] Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Give me the mic so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm Rain on your college-ass disco dorm For you to even touch my skill You gotta go through one killer bee and he aim for the kill now Chop that down, pass it all around Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground For any MC in any fifty-two states I get psycho killer, Norman Bates My producer slam, my flow is like bam Jump on stage and then I dip down [Interlude] Yo, y'all know the lyrics Come on, sing with me [Chorus] Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shimmy shimmy ya, yeah) Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shi-shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay) Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay) Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw (Shi-shi-shimmy, shi-shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay) Yeah, baby, I like it raw, ahem (Shi-shimmy, shi-shi—) Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay Give me the mic so I can take it away Shimmy shimmy ya [Outro] "Aw, I don't want to fuck, you can't even sing" You had to sing, or something, to get some pussy (I like the way you talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk)