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Correct Ol' Dirty Bastard Lyrics
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[Intro] I don't fuck you, you can't even sing Yeah, sing you of bitches Baby I like it raw (East side shit) Baby I like it raw Baby I like it raw (East side) Baby I like it raw (East side) [Verse 1] Think about the game and what it could be If all these niggas pay producers how they pay for pussy Serious what you took me, A quick as how you lookin' All these rappers cookie cutters Rocking drop tops and Coogie sweaters I'm in between two different eras doe You and you and you and you and you are all identical Fuck the clone I can't even tell who the original Mandela effect, I can not remember you As far as conscious rappers go I do what they pretend to do So what have you assumed? How a pop nigga got the biggest nuts in the room How you, how you conscious running for congress Ain't this the system that put your people in bondage Ain't this the system that sprinkled diseases on the original people Gave us a book and a steeple got niggas hooked on the needle And drug money casino money We don't ever see no money Unless of course you got a degree or something From the school that the elite funded Okay, you need a degree to make digits You work your whole life to pay back tuition By the time you retire, all of your four children have drained all your pension Now they need tuition [Chorus] Shame on a nigga for tryin' to run game on a nigga Who buck wild with the trigger Shame on a nigga for tryin' to run game on a nigga I'll fuck your ass up Baby I like it raw Baby I like it raw Baby I like it raw Baby I like it raw [Verse 2] Yea, I put a end to the world you the greatest rapper in A rapper is nothing but candy packaging Guess that mean you sweet inside, laffy taffy skin Bars too advanced like a graphic calculus Huh, I thought you guys was felons Y'all so gangsta in the street but be so nice on Ellen I see no lies i'm tellin', spend your life on Hoteling You bought a mansion in the 'burbs to make the white folks jealous, well The richest slave on a plantation still work on a plantation Rich as a bitch, wealthy indeed Still at the end of a very long leash If we inside a cell on a mitochondria Niggas steal your style like a hypochondria Reporting live from a human holocaust Fuck what the masses do them niggas is dumb lost Yeah, it's the return of Osiris (Of Osiris? of Osiris) They know what clothes you like they know the timing To peel back layers of your psyche and send you niggas some nikes Just a step away from being a animal A food crisis away from being some cannibals Best part of my day is the back of my eyelids Only thing better is waking up next to my bitch [Chorus] Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a nigga Who buck wild with the trigger Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a nigga Who buck wild, wait Baby I like it raw Baby I like it raw Don't make a biopic about me, bandz [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut Shame on a nigga, try to run game on a Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut
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