tash what’s yo’ name
what’s yo’ naaaaaame
odb burp my name is ol dirty bastard and i’mma alkaholik
tash yeah me too nigga
odb ohhhhhhhh tash ha ha ha ha ha
tash
you’re now rockin’ with tha liks so start reachin’ for the ozone
i see some girls i know but y’all look different with your clothes on
what’s up though tash came to steal it like the grinch
while i’m leavin’ niggas puzzled like i said my shit in french
but it’s all olde english that i’m bringin’ from beneath
try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth
cause i make words connect like west side when i test glide
my drunken lyrical hanglider nobody’s tighter
than a ruff rap provider with ninety ways to peel ya
so i know the three words tash’ll kill ya sound familiar
i filter out the weak everytime i speak
i drink to hit the peak to make my mind go beep
i’m defdafyin’ you rappin’ like my client
tryin’ to scrape me for the style that slam harder than kobe bryant
be quiet this is likwidation from the west
motherfuck ya boozy show i got my own special guest
ol’ dirty bastard
yo yo breaker breaker breaker onenine
i bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine
cause she thought she was fine
she winked at me i thought it was fine
this nigga poutin this ho’ was mine
i had the alcohol in me took my time
let a nigga rotate turn on the table
put in the diamond needle pull it to your ego
what you the king in the chair on my ground
the tyson of sound it’s twenty seconds to a round
scavenger nigga youse a shrimp a full line of shit
my ear can’t digest it
stop drinkin’ all that motherfuckin’ water let’s take it to the land
so i can godzilla up your sheeit mr tiny tim man
niggas be creepin’ up my beanstalk
when i start to come down on your fuckin’ asses
try to chip shit on up get these nuts
motherfucker what
jro
the ro pimped the flow like a ho
so i should rap on the mackraphone
my rhymes hittin’ hard enough to crack a bone
i divide square mc’s like math
bend you in half and drink a genuine draft
i stop him then i skied out with all wampum
when he’s layin’ on the ground i let my dog scrilla chop him
switch reels i feels its all about skills
the outcome’s unbelievable like tysonholyfield
your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners
my style is wild like g’s or the pistolas
no need to ask i put you on like a ski mask
we can fight the power like this was pe class
i bomb squads like hank shock
peace to my nigga scott puttin’ stickers on the block
burp i drink more brewsters than punky
it’s the further adventures of the hiphop drunkies
you bitches are hoes
put it in ya neck my motherfuckin’ ho
or in your butt hole
wherever the fuck it goes
you bitches are hoes
put it in ya neck my motherfuckin’ ho
or in your ear hole
wherever the fuck it goes
4
ol’ dirty bastard
yeah yo yo yo
no disrespect to any architect
who tried to perfect oh what the heck
i’m a mc director rhyme inspector
rated top ten brooklyn borough sector
jro
its the packtown original bboy i’m rappin’
what’s happenin’ so dope got the pope clappin’
i’m smackin’ on some chicken what you kickin’
you trickin’ while i’m vickin’ hoes you stick your dick in
tash
step outta place tash’ll smack your taste out your face
cause there’s nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space
cause i waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes
so you betta make room when you hear the boom boom
5
ol dirty rapping like rza
hey sugar plum how can you assume
that the pitch of the volume doesn’t have no tune
i’m not your everyday regular rap star peddler
one on one at your rap seminar
beware of the hard way three’s the hard way
at you fuckers
jro
so aiyyo my name is jro
and my style is so dope they call it yayo
i don’t rap fast i love green grass
nuttin nice on the mic call me a mean ass
6
ol dirty still rapping like rza
extra dallama bring hahaha
extra extra bring the dallama
a better one then sliceaversa
god acre massacre murdered
also known as a rap wrecka not a rhyme rebel
you’re just rhyme to survive streets
true beaters minerals and rhymes survive lyrics
like the acre without the attic but not the only asiatic
true god but my dick is my lightnin’ rob
ho don’t kick that mumbo jumbo
tash
see this the type of shit niggas don’t try at home
i come funkin’ up the spot like micheal jordan’s cologne
with the mega drunken style to keep the crowd pumpin’
niggas lookin’ at me like ‘tash is up to somethin’
get drunk and i stumbled but i didn’t come to trip
i came to bring it to ya humble
tumble all your plots and all your plans
ol dirty’s in the house and that’s my motherfuckin’ man
it’s the likwid crew
comin’ through with ol dirty from the wu
passin’ your party jettin’ out with allt he brew
so what y’all new niggas think you wanna do
it’s the likwid crew
comin’ through with ol’ dirty from the wu
passin’ your party jettin’ out with allt he brew
so what y’all new niggas think you wanna do
Artist: Tha Alkaholiks Featuring Ol Dirty Bastard
Year: 1997
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 567