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(feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard) [Intro: ODB] 1-2, 1-2, 1-2 (guess who's raw?) Yeah mothafucker, you know who it is Ol' Dirty Bastard a.k.a. Dirt McGirt Killin' anything that moves [x2] You know what time it is Neptunes mothafucker.. The Neptunes Yo 1-2, 1-2 (yeah this shit don't stop!) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Plug it up, cocaine make ya speakers blow Party amps gettin' sniffed up now wit it too When there's somethin' in my camp, a wireless amp High as a ramp, speak to Wu like stamp The wet got me damp, pussy darker than lamp Moses you don't wanna 'ttempt, I see all fans I'm too drunk too, now you like "Move!" Coked out in Peru, in hair/here like shampoo Small like snubs, camera to you scrubs Kinda like stubs, confidential at the club Sniff buds like Rule, I fast Ghost like Wu Get CREAM like tube, burn ya fast food Appeared in rude, we'll take ya panties off nude Yes and renewed, big guns and clued Letras de cancionesBitch I'm loose like Lugz, Dirty to the litter bug Girls you like hugs? I don't like thugs [Chorus: Pharrell (ODB)] Pop shit, bitch what's wrong? Pop shit, nigga what's wrong? (Take my drink it's about to get..) OOH! (Take my drink it's about to get..) OOH! (Me and my niggaz about to get...) SUED! (Me and my niggaz about to stop..) YOU! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Aiyo all this shit is from the ghetto Smoke Palmetto, sing like Peno Carry the Heathrows, scared of police though They tried to kill O. in prison yo! Had me turned out, drunk is all about I got this money pourin' out the stout I'm a loud mouth, drunk party is out Play this music on every route Follow Dirty, I'm the WhiteOut Catch bitches like trout, get drunk, won't stop I'm gettin' this money, called gettin' honey Streets of Brooklyn and ain't a damn thing funny Have a day sunny, bitches put me in ya tummy I'm the nigga on the cross burnin' about 20 Go me a bunny lookin' good and funny All you niggaz, is straight crash dummies [Chorus] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I was checkin' out my melody before The Blueprint Felony, a nuisance, huggin' me and my two cents Don't double the six takes, never did a mixtape But rather a chick take but waste any weather we get cake I let rats have it, fuck these rap faggots! Everybody want the kid dead like Pat Garrett I'm a goon, speak with a mellow tone Rock yellow stones, gun longer than a broom! Cuz felon on the ride is long due and soon Out again like boom, government comin' soon Anything less is uncivilized like it tastes mad I'm a shoot a youth's Sajak, cooler than a mayback Arubu known to collect, twistin' up that haze black And Backwood on that, hoodrat, I stay strapped P.P., don't carry that weight Nigga redhead, fuck with chicks if their head straight [Chorus] [Outro: ODB] Yeah you know what time it is It's that new shit Dirt McGirt, Neptunes From Letras Mania