Goin' Down

Hell, remember when we was young and we used to go—

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Punch god

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Remember when we used to say who could do this the longest?

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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

Y'all crazy and shit

I mean, y'all get high and y'all get drunk

And y'all come miles around to see Ol' Dirty Bastard perform

I like your motherfucking style

Yo, I'd like to thank all the DJs across the country for playing my shit

And I'd also like to thank all you underground motherfuckers for keeping it real

But I wanna know who's in the motherfucking house

Is Queens in the house?

Is Uptown in the house?

Boogie Down rocks, are you in the house?

Uh, are you in the house?

Brooklyn Zu in the house?

Shaolin Isle, are you in the house?

To the West Coast, are you in the house?

To the East Coast, are you in the house?

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 McGirt

That's my motherfucking name

Love to flirt

That's my motherfucking game

They said, "Who wanna be an MC?"

I'm the original G-O-D

Making young ladies scream's my specialty

See, my style different from yours

Make young bitch wanna drop the drawers

Fuck that bullshit, Unique

Matter of fact, I got a song for y'all

You my motherfucking husband

I ain't got no fucking time for them bitches

Somewhere over the rainbow

Fuck that shit, you better come home with me

You fucking, you better bring your motherfucking ass home tonight, motherfucker

I don't got no time for no motherfucking bitches calling my motherfucking house with that bullshit

Where bluebirds fly

You got three fucking babies to take care of

Fuck that shit

Somewhere over the rainbow, why? Oh, why?

Style funky, you notice me

Fear no evil, one-man army

Down below when I go, won't go

Throw your hands in the air if you want more

Style is evil like a wicked witch

With the microphone spit, funky as a bitch

Which is which, makes me nasty, nasty

Next on the mic, he's the rapper

You want some of the Ason's gun

Shoot the ****, blaow, reaches no one

Then you know not to touch my ho

My life, living my own fuckin' show

Hip-hop to me is like a place to be

My specialty from me to you is MC

One, one, two, motherfucker

What? What? What?

If he rock, then we roll, **** better recognize

Word to my man

Motherfuckin' murder scene, bitch

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