Brooklyn Zoo II (Tiger Crane) [2020 Remaster] lyrics

by

Ol’ Dirty Bastard


[Intro]
One, two, one, two, you taping this?
All types of sh*t, yo, let that sh*t ride
Word to mother, turn up the microphone
Get all that good sh*t, get all that good sh*t (One, two, one, two)
One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two
Now n*ggas know
sh*t, yo, yo, check this out, check this joint
This is strictly for the radio, yo
I just want all y'all to know
The reason why I curse is because my mama and my daddy
They grew up cursin'
So please respect my style, please

[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-ooh
Oh, sh*t, nah
I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiner
One verse then you out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount
Yeah, yo, I'm sorry (Come on)
I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiner
One verse then you're out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount
Wake you up and then I ask you
How do you intend this
Competition to get an ass kickin' so tremendous?
You shouldn't bother this
Leave me alone like a son, he'll be fatherless
I got the Asiatic flow mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco
And MC's start to vanish
I rolled up on a jet black kid, the n*gga started speakin' Spanish
Yo, you wasn't from Panama
I asked you how you get so f*ckin dark, you said, "Suntanima"
He responded so fast, you made me laugh
Hahaha, scared your ass
Kick the hundred strongest rhymes
Then I brought out the punk in him
Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms
Told him enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang that crush any sh*t you bring
I watch your ass take a big fall, why?
My Main Source is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat, man, I play the Riddler
You try to do me for my n*gga, I'll change to Hitler
I'll go out like Nazi, wish your f*ckin' ass stayed
Home and play Yahtzee
Or watchin' Happy Days sweatin' Potsie
With Ralph and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killer]
Yo, Unique, yo, kid
Check this sh*t out, yo, yo
Ninety-five n*ggas is wasted
Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted
Foamin' out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese
Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease
It's not magic, gaming is the gadget
World classic big national high attracts dear graphics
Lampin' in my own zone, my physical show
Inhale bones Tony Stark, for the diamond in Rome
He's convincin', labelled one man rap convention
The n*gga that'll gun down eighty Frenchmen
Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist
I deal with sharpness plus spark the hardest individual
I plant crimes inside vocals
My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof
Hit the sun roof, be out like a wanderin' dream
Shuttle and get startled off the verbal hygiene, my n*gga (Yeah)

[Interlude: Samples]
Back but forgot the chainsaw
And when I perform a massacre
Better be comin' with some motherf*ckin' sh*t that's spectacular
Come on, can I get a Wu-Tang?
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, it's on your brain (Say what?)
I'm the one man army, Ason
I never been tooken out
My mama taught me this sh*t
And my daddy learned from my mama
Which is good, which is good (Sweet sugar pie)
I admire true n*ggas like Dre and Snoop
Chamber number nine, verse thirty-two
Only speaks about Brooklyn Zoo
That a—

[Outro]
Shame on you when you step through to
Ol' Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
Ol' Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
What? My nuh
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
To the West coast
To the East coast
To the North coast
To the South
When you take North, East, West, South
Put it all together and it spell news
Then you got the ol' rhythm, bast*rd blues
And you don't stop
So keep your sh*t, motherf*cker, f*cker, f*cker

[Spoken]
Listen up
Represent
How do we do?
Everybody, you know, number one is the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherf*ckin' hangout, yeah
Man, come on, man, with that bullsh*t
It's the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherf*cking house
f*ck is going on? n*ggas from Brooklyn know what the f*ck is... like that
n*ggas don't yell like that
Motherf*ckers, it's the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherf*cking house
sh*t, and uptown in the motherf*cking house
Yo, f*ck that sh*t
sh*t is live...
But yo, I, what I can't understand, man
A n*gga's gotta get drunk...
Ol' Dirty, I got my Brooklyn Zoo n*ggas here tonight, know what I'm sayin'?
And these n*ggas ain't no motherf*ckin' joke...
What the f*ck do you think...
Give me some love, n*gga
Yo, check it out, yo
I will get busy for y'all n*ggas and leave the rest to Matt, know what I'm sayin'?
But a n*gga is sober as a priest and a n*gga gotta get drunk first
So y'all keep continuing this bat sh*t
Yo, I wanna give enough respect to everyone that's coming here doing this sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, my man Brandon over here
He gon' have sh*t goin' for y'all...
n*ggas gotta go, keep it real
n*ggas gon' get drunk, n*ggas gotta go
Why the f*ck you like it when you f*ck a n*gga up sometimes and sh*t when you, when you drunk
All you can see is f*cking light, man, that's all I know and that's all I see
And you move the f*ck over there
Yo, yo
Yo, I been... thank God I'm here, man
But yo, I been around here for fifteen f*cking years, man, know what I'm sayin'?
n*ggas come into this rap game and sh*t
And motherf*ckers actually think this f*cking rap game is a f*cking joke
Let me explain to y'all about how the f*ck rap is
See, rap to me
Is like my b*tch, right, my b*tch
She f*ck another n*gga
And I get mad and I wanna kill her, the b*tch
And I wanna kill the n*gga
See, this is how you must step up to the motherf*ckin' microphone
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