Spice 1

"Ol' Dirty's Back"

Intro: Ol Dirty bast*rd

Sup? Let's go
(Yo Snoop Dogg! Yo Dre! Yo Too $hort! E-40, and the motherf*cking Click!)
Nuff respect to the West coast
(Duhhn duhhn duhhn)
Yo, Ol Dirty bast*rd coming through
Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast locked the f*ck down
Hear my sh*t, n*gga! (Dirty dirty dirty, Brooklyn!)

Verse One: 12 O'Clock

sh*t is crazy real in the field
I watched n*ggas blood get spilled over five dollar bills
And major drug deals on the real
See a n*gga get meals and his b*tch 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' meth in Maine
It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames
Get a gold record and you change
And for the n*ggas sellin cocaine, you're too blame
Black people lives ain't the same
And that's the Tale in my Hood
n*ggas is up to no good, you better watch em in them hoods

Verse Two: Ol Dirty bast*rd

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*gga livin with a dread
My best f*ckin friend, knew him since ten
n*gga 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*ckin face, combination to the safe!
Son run the state, carrying coke by the weight
n*gga put pounds in the weed gate
And it's ran by Ol Dirty
12 O'Clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty

[f*ck all that motherf*cking drug selling sh*t
I wanna see some motherf*cking lyrics
I wanna hear some motherf*cking lyrics
What up n*gga, what?]

I got you n*gga

Verse Three: 12 O'Clock, Ol Dirty bast*rd

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 muffins
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*ggas who earned, then learn your sojourn
Then you return, as an intelligent, positive, messanger
Not an experiment negative Lucifer
With a tittling 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 damn 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...

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