Ol' Dirty Bastard - Come On (Clap) lyrics

[Hook 2X: Swizz Beatz] Ol' Dirty make the girls say Come on, clap, come on, clap, come on, clap Come on, everybody, come on, clap Come on, yo [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane No it's Dirt McGirt, ain't a damn thing changed Just put spinners on a brand new Range When I walk up in the party everything seem strange Oooh, must be that Roc-A-Fella chain I mixed it up, with that Wu-Tang slang That college girl over there, she give good brain When I pull out my gun, it goes chitty bang bang I love 'em fat b**hes cuz they titty hang hang When I'm trying to get some food stamps, to buy some champagne When you in the senior cars, gonna make you switch lanes Blame it on the muthaf**ing game [Hook 2X] [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Now, come, get some, you little bum I'm Dirt McGirt, still living in the slums Yeah, that's where I'm from And I got enough liquor, you can all get some The Swizz Beatz drum, bang through your speaker I don't want no bud, cuz that ain't no good reefer Forget from the Dirt, though, I'm the grim reaper And I might hit it once and pa** to my man Peter Adios see ya, would hate to be ya Your man talk sh**, I'mma put him in the sleeper So get down, get down, like James Brown Roc-A-Fella money got me feeling lot better now [Hook 2X] [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Oooh, love it when you shake it to the ground You serve in town, ODB comes around Blaow, listen to my drunken style Got enough Chambers, I can hit it going wild Rims on my truck is bigger than a cow Chpaow! Jewellery cost more than your house If you cooking in your kitchen, get the f** out Make them scream and shout "McGirt, get in the house" Dude gonna air it, I'm barricade, pull it out If I ain't got my gun, I hit you with the Guinness Stoute I'm back, buzzed, hit you with a different route Peace Mariah, for getting a n***a the f** out [Hook 2X]