Goin’ Down

Lyrics

[Intro] Hell, remember when we was young and we used to go— Ah Punch god No Remember when we used to say who could do this the longest Ah Yo [Verse 1] U-N-I, the Q-U-E, the G to the O-D I said, I go by the unforgettable name of the man called Unique G Well, my name is known all over the world To the foxy ladies and the pretty girls I go down in history As the baddest brother that ever could be [Interlude] Y'all crazy and shit I mean, y'all get high and y'all get drunk and y'all come miles around to see Ol' Dirty Bastard perform I like your motherfucking style Yo, I'd like to thank all the DJs across the country for playing my shit And I'd also like to thank all you underground motherfuckers for keeping it real But I wanna know who's in the motherfucking house Is Queens in the house? Is Uptown in the house? Boogie Down rocks, are you in the house? Uh, are you in the house? Brooklyn Zu in the house? Shaolin Isle, are you in the house? To the West Coast, are you in the house? To the East Coast, are you in the house? You couldn't show me Didn't know me How to be a true MC [Verse 2] My advantage on the M-I-C is the slang That I manifest so you could never hang Obviously, you know my name by now I done thrown stupid parties all through your town Dirt McGirt, that's my motherfucking name Love to flirt, that's my motherfucking game They said, "Who wanna be an MC?" I'm the original G-O-D Making young ladies scream's my specialty See, my style different from yours Make young bitch wanna drop the drawers [Interlude] Fuck that bullshit, Unique (Matter of fact, I got a song for y'all) You my motherfucking husband I ain't got no fucking time for them bitches (Somewhere over the rainbow where bluebirds fly) Fuck that shit, you better come home with me You fucking, you better bring your motherfucking ass home tonight, motherfucker I don't got no time for no motherfucking bitches calling my motherfucking house with that bullshit You got three fucking babies to take care of Fuck that shit (Somewhere over the rainbow, why? Oh, why?) [Verse 3] Style funky, you notice me Fear no evil, one-man army Down below when I go, won't go Throw your hands in the air if you want more Style is evil like a wicked witch With the microphone spit, funky as a bitch Which is which, makes me nasty nasty Next on the mic, he's the rapper You want some of the Ason's gun Shoot the nigga, blaow, reaches no one Then you know not to touch my ho My life, living my own fuckin' show [Outro] Hip-hop to me is like a place to be My specialty from me to you is MC (One, one, two, motherfucker) What? What? What? If he rock, then we roll, niggas better recognize Word to my man Motherfuckin' murder scene, bitch Yo