Intro: Chops] You listening to a Chops production And MB's the click, ODB, Dirt McGirt, tell 'em
[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yeah, roof is on fire, bitch, put it out Out of control, flames spinnin' out When you get real deep, dig it out When you rollin' up the L, pig it out Pop the cork, respect, pour it out White Horse in the house, roll it out If it's goods on the wood, throw 'em out I'll be there, pop, you can dig it out
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Dirt Dog, want the red rug, roll it out You saw the grip, and I ain't ashamed to pull it out My fault, cuz you said you gonna bring it out And you know it ain't comin', til I'm singin' out Oh, don't stop ma, got my legs shakin' here, don't stop ma You'se a real freak girl, gotta give you props Cuz I feel the bam bam when my bed rock
[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Rollin' on your stair, bitch, pick her out Out of control, and can't slut her out Big girls, you can get it, no doubt You jumpin' off, with the pretty little mouth Don't expect to trip down south Uh-uh, and relay in my baby mama house Let's fuck, girl, time's running out Mama be home at five, on the dot
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Fuckin' up my party, bitch, throw 'em out Out of control, my name, wide 'em out Fill the arenas, the Roc, sell 'em out Get mad shit on the curb, and pout When I left the Billboards, what drought Serious thought, for those who wanna doubt Move with felony niggaz, that just came out And thunders that be spittin' in heavy, like four pounds