Lyric Dirty & Stinkin
ODB:
Yo, this ain t a Wu-Tang type slang, know what I m sayin?
I wanna just represent the whole Clan
you know what I m sayin?
The GZA, Prince Rakeem, you know what I m sayin?, Ghostface Killah
Shallah Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, Baby-U, Method Man, 12 O Clock
Dirty O , 62nd Assassinater, know what I m sayin?, style is coming
Boom
This recorded and it s dirty and it s stinkin , funkier than regular
Abuse, so I was thinkin - about, droppin this single on the charts
lettin ya know, hey! - the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being
Dope, but in my last jam, didn t slep on my notes
You thought that I was weak, huh?, let me speak
My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet, so listen mister
Don t you ever forget the rhyme is dirty, you couldn t even clean it
With Comet, for even more axe, some try Ajax
Only mix with the best, 48-tract-ya
I get down with the 8 sole sounds
Lyrics that be flowin from miless around, so let the music
Shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut, now I make ya fall to ya rutt
62nd Assassin:
Cabush!!!!, can I get up? - Oof!! - Crazy Stouf!!
Mad chamerz comin at ya!, a 62nd Assassiner, strap into ya staminer
A hardcore freakin avenor, tearin up the vibe for set
Wit the mystery of Chess, -Boxin at your mutherfuckin text
Then ya slip, when I flip, only on that combatic shit
Rhymes comin straight from the fuckin pits, so toggle up
Don t puddle up, better yet just duck, I m callin all earth-forms
Huh!, I don t play games, I make pain, or migraines
Stick it to ya ass like pain s, who in the hell did, ever drop shit
Rammin the mic, with 5 fingers of death, then bombed shit
Like big momma, ya long gone, along with desert storm
But have ya not heard, Word is bond
ODB:
62nd Assassinator, comin at a theatre near you
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin , Yeah
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin , Yo
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin , Yes
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin
[I wanna tell ya somthin ]
Yo!, Let me continue, verse number 2, style is wild, dirty stinkin
Like (? - doodoo), If ya hangin around, ya change ya mind
It is a bad influence, but yo!, it s my rhyme
I sit down and I say to myself [self], yo
are you ready to top ya self?
I drop the single for you to get a dose of, As I lay back
Like a pillow on a sofa, gettin paid?, yehhh!, right, would it?
Why asking me, G? what, what, what, what, you know me
My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee, taste like a forty
Stinkin like Old-E !, but I drink Ol English so I speak Ol English
You gotta be Dirty and Stinkish, and if it s not, well I guess I m not
The A-S-O-N my friends
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin , Baby
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin , Yes
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin , I said
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin
Over and over
Wu-Tang comin through ya town
Yo, this ain t a Wu-Tang type slang, know what I m sayin?
I wanna just represent the whole Clan
you know what I m sayin?
The GZA, Prince Rakeem, you know what I m sayin?, Ghostface Killah
Shallah Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, Baby-U, Method Man, 12 O Clock
Dirty O , 62nd Assassinater, know what I m sayin?, style is coming
Boom
This recorded and it s dirty and it s stinkin , funkier than regular
Abuse, so I was thinkin - about, droppin this single on the charts
lettin ya know, hey! - the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being
Dope, but in my last jam, didn t slep on my notes
You thought that I was weak, huh?, let me speak
My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet, so listen mister
Don t you ever forget the rhyme is dirty, you couldn t even clean it
With Comet, for even more axe, some try Ajax
Only mix with the best, 48-tract-ya
I get down with the 8 sole sounds
Lyrics that be flowin from miless around, so let the music
Shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut, now I make ya fall to ya rutt
62nd Assassin:
Cabush!!!!, can I get up? - Oof!! - Crazy Stouf!!
Mad chamerz comin at ya!, a 62nd Assassiner, strap into ya staminer
A hardcore freakin avenor, tearin up the vibe for set
Wit the mystery of Chess, -Boxin at your mutherfuckin text
Then ya slip, when I flip, only on that combatic shit
Rhymes comin straight from the fuckin pits, so toggle up
Don t puddle up, better yet just duck, I m callin all earth-forms
Huh!, I don t play games, I make pain, or migraines
Stick it to ya ass like pain s, who in the hell did, ever drop shit
Rammin the mic, with 5 fingers of death, then bombed shit
Like big momma, ya long gone, along with desert storm
But have ya not heard, Word is bond
ODB:
62nd Assassinator, comin at a theatre near you
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin , Yeah
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin , Yo
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin , Yes
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin
[I wanna tell ya somthin ]
Yo!, Let me continue, verse number 2, style is wild, dirty stinkin
Like (? - doodoo), If ya hangin around, ya change ya mind
It is a bad influence, but yo!, it s my rhyme
I sit down and I say to myself [self], yo
are you ready to top ya self?
I drop the single for you to get a dose of, As I lay back
Like a pillow on a sofa, gettin paid?, yehhh!, right, would it?
Why asking me, G? what, what, what, what, you know me
My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee, taste like a forty
Stinkin like Old-E !, but I drink Ol English so I speak Ol English
You gotta be Dirty and Stinkish, and if it s not, well I guess I m not
The A-S-O-N my friends
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin , Baby
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin , Yes
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin , I said
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin
It s Dirty and it s Stinkin
Over and over
Wu-Tang comin through ya town
