[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard {Buddha Monk}]

I was drivin' an Accord cart, nominated at awards

Back in the days drivin' an Accord

Run-uhhn-uuhhn-uhhn, nominated at awards

Back in the days drivin' an Accord

Everybody rise (Wu-Tang)

(This slang) You know (this rhyme) you came to America

(that's our thang)

(I hang) And took over the black woman (and her reply)

(Is slang) The black woman wanted the Judge

They runnin' from the cops

They run, runnin', run, runnin', runnin', runnin'

Here Comes the Judge [x8]

{Give it to me now}



[Ol' Dirty Bastard (girl)]

Here comes my Mac

I don't need this shit owned by stack

I don't need you to monitor my perimeter (I wanna car for mine)

Got me Accord, take me to judge

[sniff] Sittin' broke

Nominated at awards

Back in the days drivin' Accords

I didn't have nothing to give

I didn't have no life to live

Bastard C'Mon

Aaahhhhhhhhaahhhhhhh



[Break: Buddha Monk (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]

Hey hey excuse me Russell Jones

Will you please calm down and tell the story?

Just the story (heh heh)

We want nothing else, just the story

(No disrespect Judge)

(Police-police-police)

(Police-police-police)

(Dirty ass, Dirty ass, Dirty ass)

"I come camoflauged" --> [Zoo Keeper]

(Dirty scorpian)

"Uh uh Judge you oughta peep me, sir don't you remember me"

"No who are you boy?"

"Well I'm the baller that introduced you to your wife"

"To my wife? Get a life you son of a bitch"



[Buddha Monk]

Yo, start the attack with dirt up cats thats wack

Wants to be a gun blazer but jacks the flavor tracks

I numb out frames, don't blame it on the coccaine

What is sure to be