Ol' Dirty Bastard Ol' Dirty's Back Lyrics

Intro: Ol Dirty b______

Sup? Let's go.
(Yo Snoop Dogg! Yo Dre! Yo Too $hort! E-40, and the m_________ing Click!)
Nuff respect to the West coast.
(Duhhn duhhn duhhn)
Yo, Ol Dirty b______ coming through
Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast locked the f___ down
Hear my s___, n____! (Dirty dirty dirty, Brooklyn!)

Verse One: 12 O'Clock

s___ is crazy real in the field
I watched n____z blood get spilled over five dollar bills
And major drug deals on the real
See a n____ get meals and his b____ get him killed
In this American dream to get some cream
You're ownin a Beem, and your face in magazines
12 O'Clock maintains in the game
Bring the Pain to smokin Method, main
It's not all about the fame, silly a__ dames
Get a gold record and you change
And for the n____z sellin cocaine, you're too blame
Black people lives ain't the same
And that's the Tale in my Hood
n____z is up to no good, you better watch em in them hoods

Verse Two: Ol Dirty b______

I always thought livin life was easy
Go to school, get a job, yo it couldn't be me
So instead, I played my bed
My momma got fed, and now a n____ livin with a dread
My best f___in friend, knew him since ten
n____ feed me CREAM, let me whip the Benz
Houses all over Texas, lightning gold Lexus
He had enough respect to dress this
Expensive Tim suits, girl wearin fly Gucci boots
Put me on like POOK!
Every morning that I awake
Ten G's in my f___in face, combination to the safe!
Son run the state, carrying c__e by the weight
n____ put pounds in the weed gate
And it's ran by Ol Dirty
12 O'Clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty
Dirty

[f___ all that m_________ing drug selling s___
What up n____, what?]

Hahahahahahahahahahaha
I got you n____

Verse Three: 12 O'Clock, Ol Dirty b______

I'll rip mics on site you know the type
New Jack, this is my City like Wesley Snipes
Go fly a kite or somethin, make some m___ins
I come up bad in the town like Charles Bronson
Now set your speaker and I'll do you for that reason
12 is no joke I bring wreck through the seasons
Solomon, contend, many more but just when
That Joker act you can save for Jack Nicholson

One two and three, through your rap fatigue
In the MC world, is a minor league
What you speak, you swear it's unique
It's just a peek, physique, of an old antique
Don't expect a project, then it's bound to freeze
Your whole head is stuck and stiff
Next Siamese, I never liked rhymes
That's incomplete, then again obsolete
I shall repeat, there's an Easy Street
For n____z who earned, then learn your sojourn
Then you return, as an intelligent, positive, messanger
Not an experiment negative Lucifer
With a t__tling gloss of crafted skin
Nothing like spring sauce, of the true origin
Who would score, the wizard of war
Came in best man was a god d___ dinosaur
No more jungle-like living, from the Blue Lagoon
It's not an Animal House, National loon Lampoon
If you understand the what when
Why how, are you fellas who exempt
or to disallow, a fresh MC, that will knock you down
I gets dizzy spellbound like a merry-go-round
While I'm freaking, shall I expose
You take a subject, and then you decompose