[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] "It's the Ol' Dirty Bastard" - scratched up throughout Hold on, muthfuckas, ya'll know Dirty?
[Ol' Dirty Bastard] It's the Ol' Dirty Bast' Cut ya face, with a piece of old dirty glass Bitch, shake ya dirty ass Run up in your stash house, on a dirty mat It's the Dirt McGirt, a/k/a Osirus Spread my bullets around like a virus Nigga, from the Wu-Camp, nigga Slap ya face with a wet food stamp, nigga I'mma make the world, do my dance Try to lock me down, but I'm back in my stance Wave my gun around, like it's part of my hand Bout to take this game, like, 'pardon me, man' Dirt McGirt, I'm a family man But I still hold tools like a handyman Say my name three times like Candyman It's the what, what, what...
[Hook: Swizz Beatz (N.O.R.E.) w/ Ol' Dirty Bastard acting wild] Cuz we can do it like this (Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt) Cuz we can do it like this (Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt) Cuz we can do it like this
[N.O.R.E.] Who get drunker than, N.O.R.E., on a Sunday And on the way to Sunday school, intoxicated See ah, lord forgive me, I'm a ex-coke flipper And skipped on that good ol' bitch, she got a strip of these Niggas is bitch-made, I got a switchblade And I pack guns, shootin' niggas since the sixth grade Mac Milli, Millitainment, it's La Familia, now Guess it's niggas all in your rap, ain't gotta kill you now Nore never slack off, I smoke a pack soft And I run deep in this bitch, and let that mack off Bing, Nore got a whole lotta bitches Out of character, and eating out a whole lotta dishes In my lifetime, sippin' on white wine, caveza Nore ran twiz, get a whole lotta head Ching, simple like uno, dos, tres, ah' And I leave the crib, and grab the tech, cuz I'm the drastic
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard] Oh shit! Oh shit! Ya'll remember when me and Mariah I'm back with the kid, spit fire Dirt McGirt, I break up the earth My ice is white and blue, like Papa Smurf Stash niggas like crack, throw them under the earth Then past the dirt pound, and ask 'em "do it hurt, now?" Ya'll gonna make me back the truck To the Dash, O.D.B., that's what's up