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 all that motherfucking drug selling shit

I wanna see some motherfucking lyrics

I wanna hear some motherfucking lyrics

What up nigga, what?]



Hahahahahahahahahahaha

I got you nigga



Verse three: 12 o'clock, ol dirty bastard



I'll rip mics on site you know the type

New jack, this is my city like wesley snipes

Go fly a kite or somethin, make some muffins

I come up bad in the town like charles bronson

Now set your speaker and i'll do you for that reason

12 is no joke i bring wreck through the seasons

Solomon, contend, many more but just when

That joker act you can save for jack nicholson



One two and three, through your rap fatigue

In the mc world, is a minor league

What you speak, you swear it's unique

It's just a peek, physique, of an old antique

Don't expect a project, then it's bound to freeze

Your whole head is stuck and stiff

Next siamese, i never liked rhymes

That's incomplete, then again obsolete

I shall repeat, there's an easy street

For niggaz who earned, then learn your sojourn

Then you return, as an intelligent, positive, messanger

Not an experiment negative lucifer

With a tittling gloss of crafted skin

Nothing like spring sauce, of the true origin

Who would score, the wizard of war

Came in best man was a god damn dinosaur

No more jungle-like living, from the blue lagoon

It's not an animal house, national loon lampoon

If you understand the what when

Why how, are you fellas who exempt

Or to disallow, a fresh mc, that will knock you down

I gets dizzy spellbound like a merry-go-round

While i'm freaking, shall i expose

You take a subject, and then you decompose


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