[chorus: ol’ dirty b-st-rd (singin)]
reunited cuz it feels so good
reunited cuz we’re understood
there’s one perfect thing
and children this one is it
we both we’re so excited cuz
we’re reunited, hey! hey!
[ol’ dirty b-st-rd]
i’m known on the microphone as the rap professor
casual dresser, you may dress fresher
the way that i speak this sh-t is energetic
rhyme physique of me is quick atheletic
remove all mc’s who disapprove
that my funky fresh particle always have the groove
you’re jealous over me because you’re not a compet-tor
you’re just a donor, i’m the rap editor
tryin to rock the mic when you get an appet-te
all negative on the mic, i dislike
try to rock the mic but only will reduce
try to get loose, you juice as a youth
not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen
i’m the mc warrior, who has been chosen
to rock and shock beats, polite when i recite
softcore mc’s, you are down right, out right
try to be talkative, there’s no alternative
hide until i forgive, this motive
i am unique with the perfected physique
the objective of my rhyme is my own technique
i maintain the paradise on this earth
with the shut the f-ck up style for what this sh-t is worth
watch a n-gg- catch a purse
super-hero n-gg-z die
do my dirt, get away and multiply
you b-tches, ya nice guys
always want b-tch, because ya need mine
i pleased on how i get up on the stage and f-ck up the show
cuz n-body can’t f-ck with me!
you bootleggin buyin motherf-ckers, don’t do that with me
with all these child-support cases i got, i needs my money!
girls from the ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground
the best kept secret, how does it feel to be
boxed in like a skeleton, growin back ya skin?
when i was young, i was taught how to produce
the science of babies gettin loose
i turned white boys to springsteen spruce
black to spooks, gave the chinese bruce
i can’t help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie
get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie
bicthes, you’re walkin on my dirt
we ain’t sayin nuthin
i whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold pert
love potion, plenty bones i put up
what!? what!? what!? what!?
you know what time it is,
[outro: ol’ dirty b-st-rd]
i want to give a big shout out to the wu-tang clan
we holdin it down. youknowi’msayin?
i also want to show mad love to puffy cuz you holdin it down
master p, you holdin it down
knowi’msayin? dr.dre, you holdin it down
give snoop my love, e-40
mc eiht, west coast, word is bond
this is family, i don’t give a f-ck!
striaght up. it’s dirt dog, n-gg-!
y’all n-gg-z know how the f-ck i get down!
knowi’msayin? i’m here to represent this sh-t!
knowimean? i love y’all n-gg-z!
motherf-cker, my stomach hurts!
b-tch, i got to go!
(ah, wu-tang motherf-ckers…)