Letra de Hip-hop Drunkies
What's yo' name? What's yo' name? My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and I'ma Alkaholik Yeah, me too niggaYou're now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in FrenchBut it's all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth 'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobody's tighterThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya So I know the three words sound familiar (Tash will kill ya) I filter out the weak every time I speak I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (Beep)I'm def-da-fyin', you rappin' like my client Tryin' to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant Be quiet, this is likwidation from the west Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guestYo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine 'Cause she thought she was fine She winked at me, I thought it was fineThis nigga poutin', this hoe was mine I had the alcohol in me, took my time Let a nigga ro Tate turn on the table Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your egoWhat, you the king in the chair on my ground The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit My ear can't digest itStop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water Let's take it to the land So I can Godzilla up your sheeit Mr. Tiny Tim ManNiggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts Motherfucker whatThe ro pimped the flow like a hoe So I should rap on the mack rap hone My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone I divide square MC's like math Bend you in half and drink a genuine draftI stop him, then I skied out with all wampum When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him I feels it's all about skills The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson Holy fieldYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners My style is wild, like g's or the pistol's No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask We can fight the power like this was P.E. ClassI bomb squads like hank shock Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block I drink more Brewster's than punky It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkiesYou bitches are hoes Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe Or in your butt hole, ear hole Where ever the fuck it goesYou bitches are hoes Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe Or in your butt hole, ear hole Where ever the fuck it goesYeah, yo, yo, yo No disrespect to any architect Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sectorIts the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin' What's happenin', so dope got the pope clappin' I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin' You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick inStep outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face 'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space 'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes So you betta when you hear the (Make room, boom, boom)Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler One on one at your rap seminar Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way At you fuckersSo aiyyo, my name is J-Ro And my style is so dope they call it ya, yo I don't rap fast, I love green grass Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean assExtra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha Extra extra bring the Da-Llama A better one, then slice a versa God acre, massacre murdered Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebelYou're just rhyme to survive streets True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic True God but my dick is my lightning rob Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumboSee this the type of shit niggaz don't try at home I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin' Niggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin'(Get drunk and I stumbled) But I didn't come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble Tumble all your plots and all your plans Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' manIt's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do? It's the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew So what y'all new, niggaz think you wanna do?