him" "Look at what, dirty motherfucker, he ain't shit" "You don't see what I see, B" "I don't see nothin', you ain't blind, sisso" "True, true, personally
Traduction: Ol 'Dirty Bastard. Vous ne savez pas.
Traduction: Ol 'Dirty Bastard. Ne sais-tu pas (feat. Killah Priest).
Look at what? Dirty motherfucker, he ain't shit. [Girl 1:] Hahaha, you don't see what I see, B. [Girl 2:] I don't see nothing, you ain't blind, sisso. [
get go Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo P-P-Politic with ghetto senators on the deelow Chorus [Ol' Dirty Bastard] One two, and you don't stop,
you know I love you, but now you gotta die (Now you gotta die, now you gotta die) Girl you know I love you, but now you gotta DIE (Never wanted it like
- " (Wack nigga - You wack nigga!) [Consequence] You know you wack when ya dawgs tell you That's how you know ya flow is weak Cuz you only got them
hope you don't get clap upon Who that kid, as dirty as that Ol' Dirty Bastard Who that kid, who pack a tool belt and dirty belt and dirty ratchet Set
[Big Boi] Ain't it funny how you're born and then your life begins Just like a baby all alone, that's if you wasn't a twin You must begin to fend for
Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I tell you, right, right, right, in ya muthafuckin' face Muthafucka, you know, well, you know muthafuckin' well When -- we don't play that shit, or, I don't
get rudie with the Hong Kong Phooey The Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style That I lay down like tile Gotta hit you up, one blaow, so you
rock when I strike target, ver-bal Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-bals got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time Check the
you enter, the winter Straight up and down that shit packed jam You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin
get rushed I don't give a god damn, on the shows you did How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid? Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you
nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
my raps'll get you slidapped Mix drink Cuban Link lizink, flip a to zinc Plus, expensive like a roman mink, now think [Ol Dirty Bastard] An ugly thirty-six chamber degree, what, you
You ain't shit) we're reunited, hey! hey! (Niggaz ain't shit Your momma ain't shit Your daddy ain't shit You ain't shit, you ain't shit Yo, yo) [GZA]
MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN [Verse One:] Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam
