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Ol Dirty Bastard - Brooklyn Zoo Lyrics




[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Word up, I bust that nigga ass right now!
Ain't none of them niggaz can't f*ck with me!
What? Nigga you could never f*ck with me, my nigga!
(Ol' Dirty!) I'll f*ck you up right now! What? What? What?
Bust your motherf*ckin ass boy! I ain't no motherf*ckin joke
You know who you talkin to?
(Word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)
Ol' Dirty Bastard y'knahmsayin? I'll f*ck you up right now!
Yeah, what? What? (Get that nigga yo!
He ain't sayin nothin, f*ck him!)

I'm the one-man army, Ason
I've never been tooken out, I keep MC's lookin out
I drop science like girls be droppin babies
Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy
Energy buildin, takin all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason, I keep planets in orbit
While I be comin with teeth, bitin more shit
Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass
Cause I create, rhymes good as a Tasty Cake, mix
This style, I'm mastered in
Niggas catchin headaches, what? What? You need aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol
F*ck around get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a can of mace, baby
Is it burnin? Well f*ck it, now you're learnin
How, I don't even like your motherf*ckin profile
Give me my f*ckin shit, CH-CH-BLAOW!
Not seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, niggaz be quiet as kept
Now you know nothin; before you knew a whole f*ckin lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot!
A lot of MC's came to my showdown
To watch me put your f*ckin ass lo-o-ow down
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt I've never been tooken out
By a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
How to pull a f*ckin gun trigger
I said, "Get the f*ck outta here!"
Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
Introducin, yo F*CK that nigga's name!
My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain
And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MC's I'll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot
Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit!
So I take yo ass out quick
The mics, I've had it my nigga, you can suck my dick
If you wanna step to my motherf*ckin rep'
CH-CH-BLAOW! BLAOW! BLAOW! Blown to death
You got shot cause you knock knock knock
"Who's there?" Another motherf*ckin hardrock
Slackin on your mackin 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back...

[Chorus (5x): Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
What? My nigga...

Shame on ya...
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Word up, I bust that nigga ass right now!
Ain't none of them niggaz can't f*ck with me!
What? Nigga you could never f*ck with me, my nigga!
(Ol' Dirty!) I'll f*ck you up right now! What? What? What?
Bust your motherf*ckin ass boy! I ain't no motherf*ckin joke
You know who you talkin to?
(Word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)
Ol' Dirty Bastard y'knahmsayin? I'll f*ck you up right now!
Yeah, what? What? (Get that nigga yo!
He ain't sayin nothin, f*ck him!)

I'm the one-man army, Ason
I've never been tooken out, I keep MC's lookin out
I drop science like girls be droppin babies
Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy
Energy buildin, takin all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason, I keep planets in orbit
While I be comin with teeth, bitin more shit
Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass
Cause I create, rhymes good as a Tasty Cake, mix
This style, I'm mastered in
Niggas catchin headaches, what? What? You need aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol
F*ck around get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a can of mace, baby
Is it burnin? Well f*ck it, now you're learnin
How, I don't even like your motherf*ckin profile
Give me my f*ckin shit, CH-CH-BLAOW!
Not seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, niggaz be quiet as kept
Now you know nothin; before you knew a whole f*ckin lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot!
A lot of MC's came to my showdown
To watch me put your f*ckin ass lo-o-ow down
As you can go, below zero
Without a doubt I've never been tooken out
By a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
How to pull a f*ckin gun trigger
I said, "Get the f*ck outta here!"
Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
Introducin, yo F*CK that nigga's name!
My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain
And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
Talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MC's I'll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot
Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog shit!
So I take yo ass out quick
The mics, I've had it my nigga, you can suck my dick
If you wanna step to my motherf*ckin rep'
CH-CH-BLAOW! BLAOW! BLAOW! Blown to death
You got shot cause you knock knock knock
"Who's there?" Another motherf*ckin hardrock
Slackin on your mackin 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back...

[Chorus (5x): Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
What? My nigga...

Shame on ya...
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Writer: RUSSELL JONES, ROBERT DIGGS, DENNIS COLES
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group



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