Ol’ Dirty Bastard - Zoo Two Lyrics

Ol’ Dirty Bastard - Zoo Two Lyrics

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiner
One verse then you're out for the count
(Bring the ammonia) make sure he sniffs the right amount
Wake him up and then I ask him
Why did he intend this --
competition to get an ass kickin so tremendous
Boy you shouldn't bother this
Leave me alone like the (son said G or he'll be fatherless!)
I got the asiatic flow mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco
and MC's start to vanish
(I stepped up to a jet black kid, started speakin spanish!
Yo he wasn't from Panama
I asked him how he get so dark, the nigga said suntama!
He responded so fast, you made me laugh)
Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH (then I scared-his ass!)
(Kick the hundred strongest rhymes
I brought out the punk in him
Caught him with a strong five deadly venom
Told him enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang, that'll crush the shit you bring)
I watch your ass take a big fall, why?!
My Main Source, is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat man (I play the riddler)
You try to do me for a rhyme (then I'll change to Hitler)
Go out like Nazi; you'll be wishin your fuckin ass
stayed home and played (Yahtzee!)
Or watchin Happy Days sweatin (Poxie)
with Ralphie and Richie Cunningham, Joni and (Chachi)
Wu, who? Me gettin wreck so I'm through
Like a ten and a half foot, gettin in a seven (shoe)
(Now picture THAT with a Minolta)
Have your ass doin some Night Fever shit like John Travolta



I come strong I make knowledge born, I flip the script
and rock on from P.M. (past the fucking Dawn)
Pass the Hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what what
Can't understand it here's the panaroma
(A complete view of how I defeat you)
Should of stepped to those fuckin kids who tried to (beat you)
Yeah I bust that ass before
(You ran to Texas and came back but forgot the chainsaw!)
And want to perform a massacre
Better be coming with some motherfucking shit that's spectacular
Crush the person who did em, well you just better
So I'm stepping to your (raggedy ass jetta)
Put the pedal to the metal
You and your DJ change your name to Ma and Pa Kettle
as I (pass the bone, kicks your every measure)
It's not a Newport but it's still live with pleasure
(C'mon don't be silly, just a bag of sensimilli
Rolled up in a) Motown Philly
(I used to write all the time when I smoked
Grab the mic, then I kinda like went for broke
With visually concepts strongest rhymes and biceps
Lyrically speakin, three to four rhymes then choke
Some think they be harmin this, claimin they be bombin this)
But they still remains a-nom-ynous
I pull strings like Jimi Hendrix
Ride more beats that go backs to the days of Eddie Kendricks
I teach the truth to the youth, I say (hey youth)
Here's the truth, better start wearing (bullet proof)
Arm yourself with a shield
(Before you get trapped up) just like the Children in the Cornfield

Ol’ Dirty Bastard - Proteck Ya Neck II In The Zoo Lyrics

Ol’ Dirty Bastard - Proteck Ya Neck II In The Zoo Lyrics

[Ol Dirty Bastard]

See let a nigga come through with that bullshit
Anytime you pop that shit nigga
I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy
I know, it'll come to what? Say what?
Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers know
See them knows that this is something you can't fuck
Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
Always
You from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker!
Where you reside... motherfucker! How you live? How you seeeeeeee...

Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout
Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaaow!!

[Buddah Monk - Brooklyn Zu]

Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'm inflicting this
It's that G type slang that makes this real sickening
Ignite my styles I got my hand pon the trigger
Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga

[Prodigal Sunn - Sunz of Man]

Yo, straight actin live about them hellfires
A known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terror
The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate water
Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order start the mission
Travel like the speed of wind
Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many man
Serving justice in my vicinity

[Zu Keeper - Brooklyn Zu]

(This is, Brooklyn, Zu!!)
Za-za-za, za-za-za
Zuh-za-zah, z-zz-zz-z-z-zz-zz-z-dah-duh-dnn-duh

[Murdoc - Brooklyn Zu]

I get down I get down I crack your fuckin crown
Lay around and watch some real niggaz break ground
I can't shop cuz every bro blowin up the spot
Hit rocks and niggaz know

[Killah Priest - Sunz of Man]

Yo! Niggaz grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion
Nervous, that's why the Zoo brought me in
Now bring em forth, like the tortures at the courts
Before the case begin, first break me in
His brain! And make sure he can't maintain the calmness
Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this
Stage like, mail, pre hands that be the move
Now your Posse is your fuckin Platoon
Stale cells, just flows through the air
I'm like a ninja, once I send ya down stairs
Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist
With the cleverest rhyme
Erupt to deduct your fuckin mind

[12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu]

Fuck shit up on the hurry-up
Known for burying ducks through more styles than a muck
Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch
Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump
Never fall victim to no bitch
Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp
And score more points than Shawn Kemp
Keepin powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!!
Ol Dirty Bastard live and uncut

(Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a...)

[Shorty Shit Stain - Brooklyn Zu]

Got more props than the President
My hardcore represent, blowin niggaz back who never had this
Cause I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped
The shit I'm kickin, send it to your MOMS for Christmas
And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it
Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant
Cuz niggaz rap styles just down is aspired
You shoulda stayed HOME instead of picking up a microphone
But if you wanna run on up, like you TOUGH
I call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore
Stuff, I shine like twenty-four carat

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Roll and stroll with the party scene
Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean
Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and
Test my skill niggaz, you're trippin
Drugged up from sniffin, you're the one who's riffin
I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith
Start to flip, slip, cuz you're slippin
While you sleep I be the God on point, with Scottie Pippen
As I, jump on stage, flip rip a show
Strip and rip a hoe, wayyy like Bo
Jackson while I'm still taxin maxin
Relaxin sittin back sellin good tracks and
Again and again when I rock the jam
WANNA SEE EM UP IN THE AIR! Throw up your hand
Introducin, one-man band in town
It's wild, with the style couldn't stand nigga
When the jump, stepped, to the center
Of the rhyme inventor, MC's come at the
You get dap slapped, across the MC map
Your ass that's your ass, on a whore shot
Come on through I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get Rudy with the Hong Kong Foo
Ol Dirty Bastard, MC killer
Money maker, Brooklyn, challenger
That I lay down like towel
Then I get higher!!

[60 Second Assassin - Sunz of Man]

Here comes the illlll, type ruffer
Style be untouched I'm leavin broken down grammars on the pen
Who who what? What brings it? Tighter than your anus
Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers
Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill
Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill
60 Second, nucleus, attack on your set
Hit you with the blast (yo close the door)
Shabazz!!
[gun blast]

Ol’ Dirty Bastard - Good Morning Heartache Lyrics

Ol’ Dirty Bastard - Good Morning Heartache Lyrics

[ODB]
Ladies and gentlemen, huh
This a song.. that dedicated..
(wee kah boo boo doo doo boo dah boh dah bah dah boh doh goh doh doh..)
.. to me.. (dah boh goh ding.. ah, lalalalalalalah)
MmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMmmmmmmmmmmmm..
Doo be doo boo boo be doo boo woo boo BEE booweeoooohhh
Weayeahhhhhhhhhhhgirrrrll

[Lil' Mo]
Whoahhhh-woaAHH-woahhoahhohhh

[ODB] Ah zooby dooby dooby
[Lil] Whoahhoooooohwhoahhhooooooh
[ODB] It's on me girl, to stop fightin and work this out, knahmsayin? F'real

[from here out, ODB not in (), Lil' Mo in (), both in {}'s]

(Good morning heartache) Good morning heartache, good morning
(You always by my side)
{Good morning heartache} Good morning heartache
{Thought we said goodbye last night}
{I tossed and turned til it seemed} that {you had gone}
{But here you are.. with the dawn} Ooooohooooohhh
{Oooh wish I'd forget you} Wish I'd forget you, proper state of mind
Wish I'd forget you bayyyybe, {but you're here to stay}
Stop thinkin about bein so harsh all the time
{It's seems I met you} Stop bein prejudiced to each other
{when my love had gone away} Stop bein jealous, of one another
{Iaahahahahahhhhhhhhh} ahahahahahhhhhhh
(Start each day out) {just by.. saying to you..} hello
{Good morning heartache, what's new} newwwwwwwwww
{Stop holding me now..} nowwwowowowowwwwwwwwwwwwww
(Can't shake you, no howww) No howwwwwwwwww
(Why don't you) why don't you, why don't you
{leave meeeeee alone} aloneeeeeahhhhhhhhhhIahhhhhh got
(I got those, Monday blues) Monday bluesss
(go straight through) straight through (Sunday blues)
Sunday blueeees
(Oahahaoohhhhhhhhh good morning heartache)
Good morning heartache
(Here we go, here we go, here we go again)
Good morning heartache, oahahhh.. let's go
{Good morning heartache} Good mornin heartache babe
{You're the one, who knew me when..}
(Yes I might as well get used to you)
(Hangin around) Oahhhhhohhh
{Good morning heartache} acheeeeeeeee
{I see you're back in town} towwwwwwwwwn
Oahh [cough cough cough]
(Good morning heartache..)
[cough cough, cough]
{Why don't you just, sit on down}
Hold up
WHYYYYYYY DON'T YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
{SIT DOWWWOWWWWOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWN

Ol’ Dirty Bastard - Good Morning Heartache Lyrics