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  • 作词 : Ghostface Killah/Ol' Dirty Bastard
    作曲 : Ghostface Killah/Ol' Dirty Bastard
    Intro:
    One two, one two -- you taping this?
    All types of **** yo let that **** ride
    Word to mother, turn up the microphone!
    Get all that good ****, get all that good **** [one two, one two]
    One two, one two, one two... one two
    Now *****z know
    Ssssshhhit, 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 momma and my daddy
    They grew up cursin
    So please respect my style, please!
    Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard
    I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-u
    Ohh, sss****, nahh
    I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole staminuh
    Here comes the medical examinuh
    One verse then you out for the count
    Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs... the right amount
    Ya yo, I'm sorry, un-gah-e-gas-e-ya
    I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamiNUH
    Here comes the medical examiNUH
    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 asssss kickin sooooo tremendous, RARRH!
    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 ***** started speakin spanish
    Yo! You wasn't from Panana!!
    I asked you how you get so ****in dark, you said suntama
    He responded so fast, you made me laugh
    Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH scared-his 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 **** 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 ***** I'll change to ******
    I'll go out like ****, wish your ****in ass stayed
    home and play Yahtzee!
    Or watchin Happy Days sweatin Poxie
    with Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and Chachi
    [Yo Unique, yo kid
    Check this **** out! Yo, yo]
    Verse Two: Ghostface Killer
    Ninety-five *****z 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 stuck, for the diamond in Rome
    He's convincin, labelled one man rap convention
    The ***** 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 *****
    [sample of Stamina]
    [sample of Baby C'mon]
    [sample of Brooklyn Zoo]
    [sample of Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie]
    [sample of The Stomp]
    Shame on you when you step through to
    Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
    Shame on you when you step through to
    Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
    What?!! My nuh
    Shame on you when you step through to
    The Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
    Shame on you when you step through to
    THe Ol Dirty Bastard, 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, bastard blues
    and ya don't stop
    So keep your ****, ************, ******, ******!
    [live concert]
  • 作词 : Ghostface Killah/Ol' Dirty Bastard
    作曲 : Ghostface Killah/Ol' Dirty Bastard
    Intro:
    One two, one two -- you taping this?
    All types of **** yo let that **** ride
    Word to mother, turn up the microphone!
    Get all that good ****, get all that good **** [one two, one two]
    One two, one two, one two... one two
    Now *****z know
    Ssssshhhit, 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 momma and my daddy
    They grew up cursin
    So please respect my style, please!
    Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard
    I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-u
    Ohh, sss****, nahh
    I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole staminuh
    Here comes the medical examinuh
    One verse then you out for the count
    Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs... the right amount
    Ya yo, I'm sorry, un-gah-e-gas-e-ya
    I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamiNUH
    Here comes the medical examiNUH
    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 asssss kickin sooooo tremendous, RARRH!
    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 ***** started speakin spanish
    Yo! You wasn't from Panana!!
    I asked you how you get so ****in dark, you said suntama
    He responded so fast, you made me laugh
    Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH scared-his 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 **** 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 ***** I'll change to ******
    I'll go out like ****, wish your ****in ass stayed
    home and play Yahtzee!
    Or watchin Happy Days sweatin Poxie
    with Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and Chachi
    [Yo Unique, yo kid
    Check this **** out! Yo, yo]
    Verse Two: Ghostface Killer
    Ninety-five *****z 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 stuck, for the diamond in Rome
    He's convincin, labelled one man rap convention
    The ***** 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 *****
    [sample of Stamina]
    [sample of Baby C'mon]
    [sample of Brooklyn Zoo]
    [sample of Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie]
    [sample of The Stomp]
    Shame on you when you step through to
    Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
    Shame on you when you step through to
    Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!
    What?!! My nuh
    Shame on you when you step through to
    The Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo
    Shame on you when you step through to
    THe Ol Dirty Bastard, 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, bastard blues
    and ya don't stop
    So keep your ****, ************, ******, ******!
    [live concert]