Harlem World (2020 Remaster) lyrics


Ol’ Dirty Bastard

[Intro: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
sh*t, that makes me high (One, two, one, two)
Yo, we gon' bring it back to Harlem World
Motherf*ckin' jocks (British Knights)
Yo, I remember when n*ggas was walking down the street with bombers on
Goose goose
Motherf*ckers now walking 'round with broke hands (I was wearing 'em)
Gold tooth that was never shined (I was wearing 'em)
See, 'cause tonight is the night of all nights
Most people gather around to hear the show that is coming through your town (I was wearin' em)
See, my name (What, what?) is something that you won't know unless you're down with the Brooklyn Zu (I was wearing 'em)
Other brothеrs come, but never comе back (Introducing)
So, basically (One, two)
What the Ol' motherf*ckin Dirty bast*rd is sayin'
Is that if you f*ck around (One, two, one, two)
You gon' get your ass f*cked up (Dirty)
So don't f*ck around and get laid down (Blaow, yeah)

[Verse: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Yo, I remember, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na
Not too long ago, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na
I went to a city, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na
And I saw a Wu-Tang show, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na
Now, I always wanted, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na
To get with the band, da-na-na, dum, du-dum, dum, da-na-na
But n*ggas was singing they own songs, being in they own worlds
So I guess I, I guess I, ahh!
The terminology, the psychology, you still expect me to accept?
Do what I say off the TDK, put the button on record and the other on
Thus I press pause for a serious cause, to respect an intellect with this gratifying
Now that I'm ready let the music begin, as I detect what I wrote with my
Through the time that I spent, money that I lent, rap records went up just about
And then it came a new way to get paid, they said, "Rhymin' on the mic is the number one"
Then a brother get the feeling that he want to play cool, you discombobulated diabolical fool
Hog-flesh MC, go play in the mud
Another 20th century, modern day (Thug)
Cannibal Humanoid Underground (Dweller)
C.H.U.D. broke loose from the God damn (Cellar)
Dope fiend addict why you walk through?
Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome
When the MCs came to live out they name
Most rocked the rhymes that was all the same
When I elevated and mastered the time
You were stimulated from the high post (Rhyme)
You got shocked 'cause you knew you were rocked
You not the king of the diss, you's a queen of a b*tch
You're like a homosexual, your ass always switch
n*ggas wake up in the morning, your ugly-ass guise
Got slobber 'round your mouth, green coating your eye
You can't smile, your teeth too gritty
Can't even move, drawers too sh*tty (You know what's else?)
It's shaped like a missile
The holes in your drawers, when you fart, them sh*ts (Whistle)
You ducking sucking motherf*cking cold-hearted faggot
Sperm germ slimy worm disintegrated maggots
Repeat your rhymes all the time like a f*cking parrot
Phony gold chains, only rated two carats
You tell your friends that your home is like heaven
Livin' in the gutter, sewer seven, pipe eleven
You wear your socks twelve days in a row
Turn them on the other side so the dirt won't show
Go to school, take a sh*t, don't wipe your ass
Blame it on another sucker n*gga in your class
You wanna battle? Is it the pork on your fork, or the swine on your mind?
Make you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhyme
Swine on your mind, pork on your fork
Make you imitate a brother in the state of New York
Chain on your brain that drove you insane
When you tried to claim for the talent and the fame
Nothing to gain, yet, and still you came
Suffer the pain as I demolish your name
Not like Betty Crocker, Betty cake in the ove'
Saying this is dedicated to the one I love
Not a swine or dove, from the Heavens up above
When I rap, people clap, so they push and they shove
When I rhyme, I get loose, better than Mother Goose
Rock the mic day and night, so you see I'm the juice
Like the two-six-eight, politicians demonstrate
No, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
What y'all n*ggas don't seem to hear
Is y'all cannot f*ck with me
I said
Can't f*ck with me
I wanna give a shout out to my n*gga Dore, Dore, Dore, Dore, Dore
Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah Monk
Yo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
For the n*ggas who's here
And the girls who's out there
Throw your hands in the air
'Cause in this ones, it's more fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
Get your ass in the house, get your ass in the house, boy, I told you
Get your ass in the house
Get, get, in the God damn house, boy
Last f*cking time I'ma talk to you tonight, you hard-headed motherf*cker
I'm sorry, man
I-I didn't mean too much trouble by it
But when it come to f*cking with you MCs
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net