Ol Dirty Bastard lyrics
Ol Dirty Bastard lyrics
"Goin Down Lyrics"
Barrel Of Pain Lyrics
Words and music by Graham Nash I can see the writing on the wall I can hear the axe before it falls I can really feel it through me I can see
Words and music by Graham Nash I can see the writing on the wall I can hear the axe before it falls I can really feel it through me I can see
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
You couldn't show me
Didn't know me
How to be a true MC
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 Megirt...that's my motherfucking name
Love to flirt...that's my motherfucking name
They said "Who wanna be an MC?"
I am the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream (is) my special
Chop, Chop, Chop Lyrics
Some people call me the Creeper 'Cuz they don't know my name or face I got 'em running in circles Because a homicidal genius never leaves a trace I'm a lone
tySome people call me the Creeper 'Cuz they don't know my name or face I got 'em running in circles Because a homicidal genius never leaves a trace I'm a lone
See my style, different from yours
Make young bitch want to drop their drawers
I gotta song for you all:
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
WHERE BLUEBIRDS FLY
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
WHY OH WHY
HEAR ME NOW!
Style funky, you know dat's me
KILLER BEE whohoho ONE MAN ARMY
Down for mine when I go on tour
Work For Food Lyrics
Yeah well no one really understands, A shopping cart is filled with cans, And a top hat, and a snare drum, and a horn And a poster and some magazines With my
Throw your hands in the air if you want moreYeah well no one really understands, A shopping cart is filled with cans, And a top hat, and a snare drum, and a horn And a poster and some magazines With my
Style is evil is like an wicked witch
With the mi-ca-phone 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, BLAAOW, reaches no one
Then you KNOW not to touch my HOE
I like livin my own fuckin show