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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Vocals
RZA
RZA
Vocals
DHS
DHS
Sampled Artist
Melvin Bliss
Melvin Bliss
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Russell T. Jones
Russell T. Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Mixing Engineer
RZA
RZA
Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Buddah Monk
Buddah Monk
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Here it is Where's it at? In the back Got a stack The Dirty Bastard Yo you Bastard flip the phat track Here I go, here I go whether friend, whether foe Let them know that I flow over the rainbow Hit the deck Aw, yep, ch-ch plow from the Tek Takin' heads, takin' necks What the fuck they expect? I don't know I don't care I won't fall I won't stare at a ho 'less I know that I'm going to the mo T-t-tel, cause I'm lousy, technique is drowsy Stop tryin' to foul me sayin' that we're lousy But I'm a tyrant, defiant, walkin New York Giant President of the Wu But I'm also a client It's the Wu, what, you knew what, you do what, what, who, what, what I don't give a flying fuck About a chump 'cause this heart only pumps Kool-Aid Snatch a kid by the braids and cut his head off Rhymes is rugged like burnt buildings in Harlem The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the Temple of Shaolin Dirty to the brain like drops of acid rain Clang, clang, clang, rhymes pluckin' at your brain So take a sip from the cup of death And when you're shaking my right hand, I'll stab you with the left Red alert! Red alert! Ason comin' straight from the dirt Once I go berserk, mad brothers got hurt Nothin' new in ninety-two, it's time to do the work Trails of vatos scream once I hop on the scene And fear the return of the fatal flying guillotine Mr. Milli, that means I'm also militant Don't wear no suit and tie, I'm no gentleman Gettin laid, takin heads, that's my hobby Punch a brother in the face who call me Robbie I be the RZA, call me that 'cuz I Never liked the name I recieved from my poppa Dirty deluxe, yo, I'm huntin' for ducks Snatchin' devils up by the hair then cut his head off Here it is Where's it at? In the back Gotta split Here it is Where's it at? In the back Gotta split Here it is Where's it at? In the back Gotta split Here it is Where's it at? In the back Gotta split Here it is Where's it at? In the back Gotta split Here it is Where's it at? In the back Gotta split Here it is Where's it at? In the back Gotta split
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Russell T. Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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