Ol' Dirty Bastard - Dirty & Grimey lyrics

[Intro: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] "It's the Ol' Dirty ba*tard" - scratched up throughout Hold on, muthf**as, ya'll know Dirty? [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] It's the Ol' Dirty Bast' Cut ya face, with a piece of old dirty gla** b**h, shake ya dirty a** Run up in your stash house, on a dirty mat It's the Dirt McGirt, a/k/a Osirus Spread my bullets around like a virus n***a, from the Wu-Camp, n***a Slap ya face with a wet food stamp, n***a I'mma make the world, do my dance Try to lock me down, but I'm back in my stance Wave my gun around, like it's part of my hand Bout to take this game, like, 'pardon me, man' Dirt McGirt, I'm a family man But I still hold tools like a handyman Say my name three times like Candyman It's the what, what, what... [Hook: Swizz Beatz (N.O.R.E.) w/ Ol' Dirty ba*tard acting wild] Cuz we can do it like this (Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt) Cuz we can do it like this (Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt Yo, yo, yo, yo, Dirt McGirt) Cuz we can do it like this [N.O.R.E.] Who get drunker than, N.O.R.E., on a Sunday And on the way to Sunday school, intoxicated See ah, lord forgive me, I'm a ex-coke flipper And skipped on that good ol' b**h, she got a strip of these n***as is b**h-made, I got a switchblade And I pack guns, shootin' n***as since the sixth grade Mac Milli, Millitainment, it's La Familia, now Guess it's n***as all in your rap, ain't gotta k** you now Nore never slack off, I smoke a pack soft And I run deep in this b**h, and let that mack off Bing, Nore got a whole lotta b**hes Out of character, and eating out a whole lotta dishes In my lifetime, sippin' on white wine, caveza Nore ran twiz, get a whole lotta head Ching, simple like uno, dos, tres, ah' And I leave the crib, and grab the tech, cuz I'm the drastic [Hook 2X] [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Oh sh**! Oh sh**! Ya'll remember when me and Mariah I'm back with the kid, spit fire Dirt McGirt, I break up the earth My ice is white and blue, like Papa Smurf Stash n***as like crack, throw them under the earth Then past the dirt pound, and ask 'em "do it hurt, now?" Ya'll gonna make me back the truck To the Dash, O.D.B., that's what's up [Hook] [Outro: Swizz Beatz] Cuz we can do it like this