Lirik Lagu Harlem World - Ol' Dirty Bastard
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Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard, and others
Shit that makes me high[one two, one two]Yo, we gonna bring it down, to Harlem WorldBust your fuckin chopsYo I remember when niggaz was lookin at themselveson Farmers, motherfuckers was wearin double gooseMotherfuckers actin all rowdyI'm sayin though[one two, one two]The whole trip that was never shownI'm sayin thoughSee cause the knife, is the knife, of all knivesMost people gather aroundTo hear the show, that is comin through your town(I was playin)See my name [what what?]Is somethin, that you won't knowUnless you're dowwwwwwwwn, with the Brooklyn ZooOther brothers comeBut never... come back(Introducing)
So basically, what the Ol motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayinis that if you fuck around [one two, one two]You're gonna get yo' ass fucked upSo don't fuck around just lay down
Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard
I remember (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)Not too long ago (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)I went to a city (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)And I saw a Wu-Tang show (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)Now I always wanted (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)To get, with, the band (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)
But niggaz was singin they own songsbein in they own worldsSo I guess I, I guess I, RARAARRRRAAHHH!!!The terminology, the psychologyyou still expect me to acceptDo what I say off of TV, kaywith the button on record and the other onthus I press pause for a serious causeto respect an intellect with this gratifyingnow that I'm ready let the music beginas I detect what I wrote with mythrough the time that I spent, money that I lentrap records went up just to bouncethen became a new way to get paidthey said "Rhymin on the mic is the number one"Then a brother get the feeling that he want to play coolyou discombumberated diabolical foolHog-flesh MC, go play in the mudAnother 20th century, modern dayCannibal, humanoid, undergroundchud broke loose from the god damndope-fiend addict why you walk withAcquired Immune Deficiency Syndromewhen the MC's came, to live out their nameroast rockin rhymes that was alwayswhen I elevated, and mastered the timeYou was stimulated from the high postYou got shot cause you knew you were rot
Verse Two:
You're not the king of the dissyouse a queen of a bitchAnd like a homosexualyour ass always switchNiggaz wake up in the morningyou're ugly-ass GodsGot slob around your mouthblue code in your eyeYou can't smile your teeth too grittyCan't even move, drawers too shitty(you know what else) You're shaped like a thistleThe holes in your drawers when you fuck been there sinceYOU DUCKIN SUCKIN MOTHERFUCKIN COLD-HEARTED FAGGOTSperm germs on your worm DISINTEGRATED MAGGOTSRepeat your rhymes all the time like a FUCKIN parrotPhony gold chains only rated two caratsYou tell your friends that your home is like heavenLivin in the gutter sewer seven pipe elevenYou wear your socks twelve days in a rowTurn them on the other side so the dirt won't showGo to school, take a shit, don't wipe your assClaimin on another sucka nigga in your classYOU WANNA BATTLE?Is it the pork on your fork, or the swine on your mindMake you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhymeSwine on your mind, pork on your forkMake you imitate the brother in the state of New YorkChain on your BRAIN, that drove you inSANEWhen you tried to CLAIM, for the talent and the FAMENot in the GAME, yet and still you CAMESuffer the PAIN, as I demolish your NAMENot like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OVSayin this is dedicated to the one I loveNot a swine or dove, from the heaven's up aboveWhen I rap, people CLAP, so the pushers they shoveWhen I rhyme I get LOOSE, better than Mother GooseRock the mic day and NIGHT, so you see I'm the JUICELike the two-six-EIGHT, politicians demonstrate
Outro:
Now hold up hold up hold up hold upWhat y'all niggaz don't seem to hearIs y'all can not FUCK with meI saiiiiiiiiiidALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLcan't FUCK with me
I wanna give a shout out to my nigga Door, Door, DoorBuddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah MonkYo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, JackFor the niggaz who's hereAnd the girls who's out thereThrow your hands in the airCause this one is more flyFly, flyFlyyyyy, flyyyyFlyyyyyyyyahhahayhahhhhaBZZZZTWooo!
Get your ass in the house boy, I told youGet your ass in the house!Get, get, in the god damn house boy!Last fuckin time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker
C'mon daddy?I didn't mean nothin by itbut when it come to... FUCKIN with you MC's
Shit that makes me high[one two, one two]Yo, we gonna bring it down, to Harlem WorldBust your fuckin chopsYo I remember when niggaz was lookin at themselveson Farmers, motherfuckers was wearin double gooseMotherfuckers actin all rowdyI'm sayin though[one two, one two]The whole trip that was never shownI'm sayin thoughSee cause the knife, is the knife, of all knivesMost people gather aroundTo hear the show, that is comin through your town(I was playin)See my name [what what?]Is somethin, that you won't knowUnless you're dowwwwwwwwn, with the Brooklyn ZooOther brothers comeBut never... come back(Introducing)
So basically, what the Ol motherfuckin Dirty Bastard is sayinis that if you fuck around [one two, one two]You're gonna get yo' ass fucked upSo don't fuck around just lay down
Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard
I remember (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)Not too long ago (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)I went to a city (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)And I saw a Wu-Tang show (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)Now I always wanted (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)To get, with, the band (dnnah-dah)(dnh, duh, dnh, dnnah-dah)
But niggaz was singin they own songsbein in they own worldsSo I guess I, I guess I, RARAARRRRAAHHH!!!The terminology, the psychologyyou still expect me to acceptDo what I say off of TV, kaywith the button on record and the other onthus I press pause for a serious causeto respect an intellect with this gratifyingnow that I'm ready let the music beginas I detect what I wrote with mythrough the time that I spent, money that I lentrap records went up just to bouncethen became a new way to get paidthey said "Rhymin on the mic is the number one"Then a brother get the feeling that he want to play coolyou discombumberated diabolical foolHog-flesh MC, go play in the mudAnother 20th century, modern dayCannibal, humanoid, undergroundchud broke loose from the god damndope-fiend addict why you walk withAcquired Immune Deficiency Syndromewhen the MC's came, to live out their nameroast rockin rhymes that was alwayswhen I elevated, and mastered the timeYou was stimulated from the high postYou got shot cause you knew you were rot
Verse Two:
You're not the king of the dissyouse a queen of a bitchAnd like a homosexualyour ass always switchNiggaz wake up in the morningyou're ugly-ass GodsGot slob around your mouthblue code in your eyeYou can't smile your teeth too grittyCan't even move, drawers too shitty(you know what else) You're shaped like a thistleThe holes in your drawers when you fuck been there sinceYOU DUCKIN SUCKIN MOTHERFUCKIN COLD-HEARTED FAGGOTSperm germs on your worm DISINTEGRATED MAGGOTSRepeat your rhymes all the time like a FUCKIN parrotPhony gold chains only rated two caratsYou tell your friends that your home is like heavenLivin in the gutter sewer seven pipe elevenYou wear your socks twelve days in a rowTurn them on the other side so the dirt won't showGo to school, take a shit, don't wipe your assClaimin on another sucka nigga in your classYOU WANNA BATTLE?Is it the pork on your fork, or the swine on your mindMake you rap against a brother with a weak-ass rhymeSwine on your mind, pork on your forkMake you imitate the brother in the state of New YorkChain on your BRAIN, that drove you inSANEWhen you tried to CLAIM, for the talent and the FAMENot in the GAME, yet and still you CAMESuffer the PAIN, as I demolish your NAMENot like Betty Crocker, baking cake in the OVSayin this is dedicated to the one I loveNot a swine or dove, from the heaven's up aboveWhen I rap, people CLAP, so the pushers they shoveWhen I rhyme I get LOOSE, better than Mother GooseRock the mic day and NIGHT, so you see I'm the JUICELike the two-six-EIGHT, politicians demonstrate
Outro:
Now hold up hold up hold up hold upWhat y'all niggaz don't seem to hearIs y'all can not FUCK with meI saiiiiiiiiiidALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLcan't FUCK with me
I wanna give a shout out to my nigga Door, Door, DoorBuddah Monk, Buddah Monk, Buddah MonkYo, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, JackFor the niggaz who's hereAnd the girls who's out thereThrow your hands in the airCause this one is more flyFly, flyFlyyyyy, flyyyyFlyyyyyyyyahhahayhahhhhaBZZZZTWooo!
Get your ass in the house boy, I told youGet your ass in the house!Get, get, in the god damn house boy!Last fuckin time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker
C'mon daddy?I didn't mean nothin by itbut when it come to... FUCKIN with you MC's
