[Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard]



Sup? Let's go.

(Yo Snoop Dogg! Yo Dre! Yo Too $hort! E-40, and the motherfucking Click!)

Nuff respect to the West coast.

(Duhhn duhhn duhhn)

Yo, Ol Dirty Bastard coming through

Know what I'm saying? I got the East coast locked the FUCK down

Hear my SHIT, nigga! (Dirty dirty dirty, Brooklyn!)



[Verse One: 12 O'Clock]



Shit is crazy real in the field

I watched niggaz blood get spilled over five dollar bills

And major drug deals on the real

See a nigga get meals and his bitch get him killed

In this American dream to get some cream

You're ownin a Beem, and your face in magazines

12 O'Clock maintains in the game

Bring the Pain to smokin Method, main

It's not all about the fame, silly ass dames

Get a gold record and you change

And for the niggaz sellin cocaine, you're too blame

Black people lives ain't the same

And that's the Tale in my Hood

Niggaz is up to no good, you better watch em in them hoods



[Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard]



I always thought livin life was easy

Go to school, get a job, yo it couldn't be me

So instead, I played my bed

My momma got fed, and now a nigga livin with a dread

My best fuckin friend, knew him since ten

Nigga feed me CREAM, let me whip the Benz

Houses all over Texas, lightning gold Lexus

He had enough respect to dress this

Expensive Tim suits, girl wearin fly Gucci boots

Put me on like POOK!

Every morning that I awake

Ten G's in my fuckin face, combination to the safe!

Son run the state, carrying coke by the weight

Nigga put pounds in the weed gate

And it's ran by Ol Dirty

12 O'Clock, my little brother, he keeps it dirty

Dirty



(Fuck