Correction Lyrics Brooklyn Zoo II (Tiger Crane) [2020 Remaster] by Ol’ Dirty Bastard

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One, two, one, two, you taping this?
All types of sh*t, yo, let that sh*t ride
Word to mother, turn up the microphone
Get all that good sh*t, get all that good sh*t (One, two, one, two)
One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two
Now n***as know
sh*t, yo, yo, check this out, check this joint
This is strictly for the radio, yo
I just want all y'all to know
The reason why I curse is because my mama and my daddy
They grew up cursin'
So please respect my style, please

I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-ooh
Oh, sh*t, nah
I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiner
One verse then you out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount
Yeah, yo, I'm sorry (Come on)
I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiner
One verse then you're out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniffs the right amount
Wake you up and then I ask you
How do you intend this
Competition to get an ass kickin' so tremendous?
You shouldn't bother this
Leave me alone like a son, he'll be fatherless
I got the Asiatic flow mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco
And MC's start to vanish
I rolled up on a jet black kid, the n***a started speakin' Spanish
Yo, you wasn't from Panama
I asked you how you get so f**kin dark, you said, "Suntanima"
He responded so fast, you made me laugh
Hahaha, scared your ass
Kick the hundred strongest rhymes
Then I brought out the punk in him
Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms
Told him enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang that crush any sh*t you bring
I watch your ass take a big fall, why?
My Main Source is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat, man, I play the Riddler
You try to do me for my n***a, I'll change to Hitler
I'll go out like Nazi, wish your f**kin' ass stayed
Home and play Yahtzee
Or watchin' Happy Days sweatin' Potsie
With Ralph and Richie Cunningham, Joni and Chachi

Yo, Unique, yo, kid
Check this sh*t out, yo, yo
Ninety-five n***as is wasted
Keystone capered, and Wu kept the rap fiends basted
Foamin' out the mouthpiece, heads blown like geese
Murderous police, I do shows and perform in Grease
It's not magic, gaming is the gadget
World classic big national high attracts dear graphics
Lampin' in my own zone, my physical show
Inhale bones Tony Stark, for the diamond in Rome
He's convincin', labelled one man rap convention
The n***a that'll gun down eighty Frenchmen
Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist
I deal with sharpness plus spark the hardest individual
I plant crimes inside vocals
My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof
Hit the sun roof, be out like a wanderin' dream
Shuttle and get startled off the verbal hygiene, my n***a (Yeah)

Back but forgot the chainsaw
And when I perform a massacre
Better be comin' with some motherf**kin' sh*t that's spectacular
Come on, can I get a Wu-Tang?
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, it's on your brain (Say what?)
I'm the one man army, Ason
I never been tooken out
My mama taught me this sh*t
And my daddy learned from my mama
Which is good, which is good (Sweet sugar pie)
I admire true n***as like Dre and Snoop
Chamber number nine, verse thirty-two
Only speaks about Brooklyn Zoo
That a—

Shame on you when you step through to
Ol' Dirty b*st*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
Ol' Dirty b*st*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
What? My nuh
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty b*st*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty b*st*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
To the West coast
To the East coast
To the North coast
To the South
When you take North, East, West, South
Put it all together and it spell news
Then you got the ol' rhythm, b*st*rd blues
And you don't stop
So keep your sh*t, motherf**ker, f**ker, f**ker

Listen up
Represent
How do we do?
Everybody, you know, number one is the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherf**kin' hangout, yeah
Man, come on, man, with that bullsh*t
It's the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherf**king house
f**k is going on? n***as from Brooklyn know what the f**k is... like that
n***as don't yell like that
Motherf**kers, it's the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherf**king house
sh*t, and uptown in the motherf**king house
Yo, f**k that sh*t
sh*t is live...
But yo, I, what I can't understand, man
A n***a's gotta get drunk...
Ol' Dirty, I got my Brooklyn Zoo n***as here tonight, know what I'm sayin'?
And these n***as ain't no motherf**kin' joke...
What the f**k do you think...
Give me some love, n***a
Yo, check it out, yo
I will get busy for y'all n***as and leave the rest to Matt, know what I'm sayin'?
But a n***a is sober as a priest and a n***a gotta get drunk first
So y'all keep continuing this bat sh*t
Yo, I wanna give enough respect to everyone that's coming here doing this sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause yo, my man Brandon over here
He gon' have sh*t goin' for y'all...
n***as gotta go, keep it real
n***as gon' get drunk, n***as gotta go
Why the f**k you like it when you f**k a n***a up sometimes and sh*t when you, when you drunk
All you can see is f**king light, man, that's all I know and that's all I see
And you move the f**k over there
Yo, yo
Yo, I been... thank God I'm here, man
But yo, I been around here for fifteen f**king years, man, know what I'm sayin'?
n***as come into this rap game and sh*t
And motherf**kers actually think this f**king rap game is a f**king joke
Let me explain to y'all about how the f**k rap is
See, rap to me
Is like my b*t*h, right, my b*t*h
She f**k another n***a
And I get mad and I wanna kill her, the b*t*h
And I wanna kill the n***a
See, this is how you must step up to the motherf**kin' microphone

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