Dirty Dancin’

Lyrics

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] You know goddamn well I don't smoke this shit, Meth Yeah I said, yeah Know damn well I don't smoke this shit Know damn well I remember when we used to go down to the creek 'Member when we used to go down to the creek and used to dip your head in the water? Come on, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, come on Superlogical this, superlogical that Everybody thought you had it in you, in your pants I detect a nigga dialect by the way he rap I elect myself President MC My career so intelligent, unique physique You used to dip out the water, the water used to glisten all over your body Then with mathematics, not democratic Static, topic, Asiatic What? I said the water used to glisten all over your body Alright, bring it on back [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Superlogical this, superlogical that I detect your dialect by the way you rap I elect myself President MC My career so intelligent, unique physique Doing mathematics and I'm not democratic No static, topic, I'm Asiatic See, I'm unique, never— [Verse 2: Method Man & Ol' Dirty Bastard] Crazy, lurking in the shadows, I'm shady, sheisty Get your weight up, don't take me lightly Blasted, dirty to the grain I be stained with the madness It's the Meth-Tical with the Bastard MZA, MZA my name is the Ol' Dirty Bas' My game, to kick your ass Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Flip and relax, take an Ex-Lax, I'm shittin' On the industry that was frontin now they missin' What everybody else is gettin' 'Cause they wasn't representin' the real Appeal, like me and, old time When it comes to the microphone who killed the swine? Be the original G Do the rhymin' on time and in the place to be [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard, Method Man] You are now in my trance You are getting sleepy You are now getting sleepy And sleepier And sleepy And sleepy [Verse 3: Method Man] This one here's for my people, my people Enter the 36 Chambers, the sequel Part two, for me and the cypher troop With the Teflon lyrics that you can't get through With the twenty-two automatic rap you pack, what? You ain't hitting with that wack shit you kickin' Straight from the beginning, of the game All the way to the ninth inning, I bring the pain Dark like the midnight train on the track by the RZA Diesel like Arnold Schwarzenegger [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] The hardware, choose the hardware Ask you a question, test the Ason Extra, extra, read the drama and then another one Which you intrigue, do your rap fatigue in the— Oh Here I go, uh Yeah