Lyric Recognize

[Chris Rock]
Yo, yo, this is Chris Rock
You heard my man
He ain t on no commercial shit
The O.D.B.
It ain t the Young D.B.
It s the Ol D.B.
That old shit
This ain t the Embry-O D.B.
This is the Ol mothafuckin D.B.
I m Chris Rock, I m chillin with the O.D.B.
So I m the wrong place, at the wrong mothafuckin time
with the wrong mothafuckin man
The O.D.B., baby

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
All y all niggas talkin bout commercial song
This ain t no commercial song
Straight up, nigga, what?
Y all niggas can t fuck with me
All y all niggas lovin me

[The Neptunes]
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize he s a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize

[Ol Dirty Bastard (Neptunes)]
Yo, what s my name? (You need to recognize)
Shut the fuck up! (You need to recognize)
I bring the mothafuckin ruckus
(You need to recognize) C mon punk ass niggas
Uh, nah, nah, I m just fuckin wit chall
(Uh-huh)

[Ol Dirty Bastard (Zu Keeper)]
Who get drunk at night till the early morn ?
Tap dances at the party like it s goin on
Bitches and niggas all around scopin eachother down
I m takin pictures at y all at the fuckin lounge
Mad niggas was, gettin drunk at the bar
I m throwin Moet bottles, HA HA HA HA HA HA
It s rowdy outside, I ain t signin shit
Don t flow bitch, I take your microphone
You party bitches fallin in line
with your fat ass stinkin behind
You don t know who the fuck is here
I back smack your ass, make pressure appear
Cuz cold Lucky knockin at your door
I dedicate that to your source
Cuz this (Nigga please) is dirty and it s stinkin
Funkier than (Peppi Le Pew, so I was thinkin)
I drop you mothafuckin niggas on the (weekend)
(Lettin you know that) bitch nigga don t start
You thought that I was weak? Huh, let me speak
My rhymes come funkier than your grandfather s feet
So listen mister, don t you ever forget
Rhyme dirty, you couldn t even clean it with Comet
or even Worex, some tried Ajax
Only mix wit, the back get this track

Y all niggas can t fuck with me
All y all niggas lovin me

[The Neptunes]
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize he s a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
You need to recognize, niggas need to recognize
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh

[Ol Dirty Bastard (Zu Keeper)]
Sweet girl, sweet girl
Each and every day-a, each and every way-a
See you niggas, most of your strayers
Stray off from a thing, civilization-a
Don t understand the true nation-a
Go back like cold ovens and ice boxes
(Murder Avenue L trains, Broadway blackouts
Brooklyn Zu keep history, fam shake the trends
Five years of workin bodies, voice box hits the shotty
I move in parties, stickin hotties
And all you fake mob Gotti s, I push your skirt up
My shit s so bad I wipe my ass with a burner)

I said, y all niggas can t fuck with me
All y all niggas lovin me

[The Neptunes]
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize he s a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
You niggas need to recognize, uh-huh, uh-huh

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
Y all niggas can t fuck with me
All y all niggas lovin me

[The Neptunes]
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize he s a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
Bitches and niggas ll recognize
Look, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh