old dirty bastard Lyrics

Touring out in Houston I'm not talkin' Whitney

If you talkin' heavy pull up on me bitch I'm in yo city

Baby want my honey she gone suck me up just like she Winnie

Pull up to the venue on his shoulders she gone pop a titty

I don't leave the crib unless I'm masked up

Baby I'm your father when she suck me call me master

Her old man a goofy, now he laying in a casket

Bullets shave his head, my chopper gave that boy a bad cut

I like it when it's backed up

Put it on me holy water like a pastor

Chop a line she divide it like a factor

Add her pussy but my nut it stay subtracting

Country baby she gone ride it like a tractor

Attractive, bitch I know I'm cute

Roll him in a blunt we gone roll up another q

I know that I'm crazy lil baby but so are you

Love it when it shake in my face got me so amused

I told you this over and over again

I don't think I'm gone be sober again

Now that I'm up, I'm a loner, no friends

Hope I don't die all alone in the end

Old Dirty Bastard, shimmy ye, shimmy ya

You wanna die? Let me make a phone call

She want it bad, so she gone suck it through the draws

You think I care about you, I don't care at all

Lie to my face, you ain't think I would notice

I should have known that you been on that hoe shit

I'm with your bestie she swallow the whole dick

You wanna talk, take a breath and then hold it

You the reason I can't trust a hoe to hold me down

You the reason I don't even trust my homies now

Lil bitch I ain't the plug, don't ask me if I'm around

She stay throwing it up, baby don't get me aroused

We stay smoking them buds, fuck around and skip the town

Had to start playin with guns, lil boy how you like me now?

How you like me?

Torture you to death play with my wifey

You best not come out wearing a white tee

Cause you could get hit up like it's Spike Lee

Blood stains on your mattress

Leave your head all red just like some matches

Seen you try to spike her drink

What, you a cactus?

We don't deal with all that shit so don't you act up

Or you get packed up

I told you this over and over again

I don't think I'm gone be sober again

Now that I'm up, I'm a loner, no friends

Hope I don't die all alone in the end

Old Dirty Bastard, shimmy ye, shimmy ya

You wanna die? Let me make a phone call

She want it bad, so she gone suck it through the draws

You think I care about you, I don't care at all