Snakes Lyrics
| Song | Snakes |
| Artist | Ol' Dirty Bastard |
| Album | Return to the 36 Chambers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Now number two, practiced the snake style | |
| He was known as the snake spirit | |
| He had the speed of a snake | |
| Intro/Verse One：Killah Priest | |
| Niggaz is like serpents out there | |
| [snake style, no one could compete] | |
| Serpents will bite | |
| Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes | |
| They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York | |
| Slither in the streets, of Manhattan | |
| In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx | |
| Streets of Staten Island | |
| Wherever you see em they slither | |
| Whoever... yo | |
| Fearsome shit... check it out | |
| Yo, yo | |
| It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder | |
| Said stay strong cuz his life is now over | |
| I flash back to the heathens that he roll with | |
| They shot him up and down nobody knows shit | |
| My peers, little ears | |
| Came up to me with a eye full of tears | |
| Last night we was shootin dice and gettin nice | |
| Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise | |
| We were in the hallway all day | |
| Me, Steve, and Little Ray | |
| Probably at first they tried to rob me | |
| Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty | |
| Then came Scotty, fragile body | |
| My first impression, he returned from a party | |
| He was just stagger, smellin like Bacardi | |
| The Dragon, braggin, how he was fuckin mad hotties | |
| Pressed on the elevator button, then all of a sudden | |
| He licked off, about a dozen | |
| Slugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin | |
| Nobody was standin when the nigga started bustin | |
| Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors | |
| That's the last thing that I saw | |
| Damn, we plan to make grands of our home | |
| [Number two] | |
| Verse Two: The RZA | |
| Jagged edge, rockin God, hard as Stonehenge | |
| Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge.. | |
| ..hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manor | |
| And on the block he was called by the momma's and the grandma's | |
| Indecent, heathen, juvenile delinquent | |
| His weekends was frequently, locked inside the precinct | |
| His most recent cape for catchin papes | |
| Was snatchin up snakes on a roof butt-naked hang em off like drapes | |
| Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace | |
| And those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face | |
| Razor blade sharp who invades the dark | |
| And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS iron heart like Tony Starks | |
| A fierce lion, who never leave the crib without the iron | |
| And on the block he be slingin rocks and duckin from the sirens | |
| Greetin niggaz he loved with a pound, and a bear hug | |
| Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub | |
| A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten | |
| He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin | |
| And when he came through niggaz be lookin out | |
| Hopin he gets shot or tooken out, or locked the fuck up in Brooklyn House | |
| In PC, on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot | |
| [Number two, the snake] | |
| Verse Three: Masta Killa | |
| Do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga | |
| Bad rude boy from the land of Jamaica | |
| With visions to venture, to the U.S. | |
| To receive the gold that he couldn't acheive | |
| in his country, even though he sold mad weed | |
| for the next man, who was the Don of the clan | |
| Niggaz actin like they got the block locked | |
| Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food | |
| But I be the rudest, bad boy steppin gun totin | |
| Shots lash out like a violent explosion | |
| at the nigga, who tries to stop my production | |
| Intervene the scene and slow up the CREAM | |
| None of that black, East New York, gun talk | |
| Niggaz I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk | |
| Memories of injuries wounds and burns | |
| Walkin through the streets of Medina I stand firm | |
| Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down | |
| without a doubt, niggaz who front, get snuffed out | |
| Justice must be born there's no escape | |
| cause a snake can't be reformed so I wait | |
| Comin in the name to proclaim your fame for protection | |
| and you don't know no fuckin lessons? | |
| [Number two, the snake] | |
| Verse Four: Ol Dirty Bastard | |
| Bad, bad, Leroy Brown | |
| Baddest man in the whole damn town | |
| Badder than the deep blue seaaaaa | |
| Badder than you and meeeeee | |
| Niggaz comin thru the trees, like a salamander, bitin | |
| Like a piranha, but I'm bitin you back, like a black pantha | |
| The style I'm ampin the... fuck my name, who I be? | |
| Fuck the game, it's all about the moneyyyy! | |
| Owahhaerahh, sometimes I get high with the Meth | |
| Then I turn to the Killah Priest | |
| When it comes TWELVE O'CLOCK!! | |
| I turn into the demon beast, yo | |
| Yo fuck that shit! | |
| [number two, the snake] | |
| YO! SHOW THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WHAT TIME IT IS | |
| [number two, the snake] Rawwrarrrah | |
| Rahhwarwaahauh, rawwaroar!! | |
| WHOSE THE BAD-ASS? *rawharrah* | |
| WHOSE THE BAD-ASS? | |
| [now number two] Rawwwaahrah | |
| [he practiced the snake style | |
| he was known as the snake spirit] YEAHhhhhh | |
| Verse Five: Buddah Monk | |
| Lyrics, never waitin, twelve days, penetrated | |
| When I come with the ruffness, mad niggaz try to rush this | |
| Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless | |
| When I try to stay sick, it's yacub grafted six | |
| Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill | |
| When I drop, lyric skills, brothers say, Buddah chill!! | |
| Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard | |
| I don't need to rhyme no more, niggaz know, yo! | |
| To all the Wu-Tang Clan members | |
| The Ghostface Killer, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol Dirty Bastard | |
| The Method Man, the Chef - Raekwon, Inspector Deck, U-God | |
| Yo!!! |
| Now number two, practiced the snake style | |
| He was known as the snake spirit | |
| He had the speed of a snake | |
| Intro Verse One: Killah Priest | |
| Niggaz is like serpents out there | |
| snake style, no one could compete | |
| Serpents will bite | |
| Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes | |
| They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York | |
| Slither in the streets, of Manhattan | |
| In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx | |
| Streets of Staten Island | |
| Wherever you see em they slither | |
| Whoever... yo | |
| Fearsome shit... check it out | |
| Yo, yo | |
| It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder | |
| Said stay strong cuz his life is now over | |
| I flash back to the heathens that he roll with | |
| They shot him up and down nobody knows shit | |
| My peers, little ears | |
| Came up to me with a eye full of tears | |
| Last night we was shootin dice and gettin nice | |
| Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise | |
| We were in the hallway all day | |
| Me, Steve, and Little Ray | |
| Probably at first they tried to rob me | |
| Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty | |
| Then came Scotty, fragile body | |
| My first impression, he returned from a party | |
| He was just stagger, smellin like Bacardi | |
| The Dragon, braggin, how he was fuckin mad hotties | |
| Pressed on the elevator button, then all of a sudden | |
| He licked off, about a dozen | |
| Slugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin | |
| Nobody was standin when the nigga started bustin | |
| Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors | |
| That' s the last thing that I saw | |
| Damn, we plan to make grands of our home | |
| Number two | |
| Verse Two: The RZA | |
| Jagged edge, rockin God, hard as Stonehenge | |
| Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge.. | |
| .. hammer, he didn' t give a damn about the manor | |
| And on the block he was called by the momma' s and the grandma' s | |
| Indecent, heathen, juvenile delinquent | |
| His weekends was frequently, locked inside the precinct | |
| His most recent cape for catchin papes | |
| Was snatchin up snakes on a roof buttnaked hang em off like drapes | |
| Then ask what' s the combination to the safe, with the brace | |
| And those who didn' t reply they fell straight to their face | |
| Razor blade sharp who invades the dark | |
| And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS iron heart like Tony Starks | |
| A fierce lion, who never leave the crib without the iron | |
| And on the block he be slingin rocks and duckin from the sirens | |
| Greetin niggaz he loved with a pound, and a bear hug | |
| Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub | |
| A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten | |
| He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin | |
| And when he came through niggaz be lookin out | |
| Hopin he gets shot or tooken out, or locked the fuck up in Brooklyn House | |
| In PC, on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot | |
| Number two, the snake | |
| Verse Three: Masta Killa | |
| Do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga | |
| Bad rude boy from the land of Jamaica | |
| With visions to venture, to the U. S. | |
| To receive the gold that he couldn' t acheive | |
| in his country, even though he sold mad weed | |
| for the next man, who was the Don of the clan | |
| Niggaz actin like they got the block locked | |
| Like I can' t sling drug raps and eat food | |
| But I be the rudest, bad boy steppin gun totin | |
| Shots lash out like a violent explosion | |
| at the nigga, who tries to stop my production | |
| Intervene the scene and slow up the CREAM | |
| None of that black, East New York, gun talk | |
| Niggaz I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk | |
| Memories of injuries wounds and burns | |
| Walkin through the streets of Medina I stand firm | |
| Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down | |
| without a doubt, niggaz who front, get snuffed out | |
| Justice must be born there' s no escape | |
| cause a snake can' t be reformed so I wait | |
| Comin in the name to proclaim your fame for protection | |
| and you don' t know no fuckin lessons? | |
| Number two, the snake | |
| Verse Four: Ol Dirty Bastard | |
| Bad, bad, Leroy Brown | |
| Baddest man in the whole damn town | |
| Badder than the deep blue seaaaaa | |
| Badder than you and meeeeee | |
| Niggaz comin thru the trees, like a salamander, bitin | |
| Like a piranha, but I' m bitin you back, like a black pantha | |
| The style I' m ampin the... fuck my name, who I be? | |
| Fuck the game, it' s all about the moneyyyy! | |
| Owahhaerahh, sometimes I get high with the Meth | |
| Then I turn to the Killah Priest | |
| When it comes TWELVE O' CLOCK!! | |
| I turn into the demon beast, yo | |
| Yo fuck that shit! | |
| number two, the snake | |
| YO! SHOW THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WHAT TIME IT IS | |
| number two, the snake Rawwrarrrah | |
| Rahhwarwaahauh, rawwaroar!! | |
| WHOSE THE BADASS? rawharrah | |
| WHOSE THE BADASS? | |
| now number two Rawwwaahrah | |
| he practiced the snake style | |
| he was known as the snake spirit YEAHhhhhh | |
| Verse Five: Buddah Monk | |
| Lyrics, never waitin, twelve days, penetrated | |
| When I come with the ruffness, mad niggaz try to rush this | |
| Slip into my killings, then I slays and you' re helpless | |
| When I try to stay sick, it' s yacub grafted six | |
| Calm for the kill, knowing the style that' s ill | |
| When I drop, lyric skills, brothers say, Buddah chill!! | |
| Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard | |
| I don' t need to rhyme no more, niggaz know, yo! | |
| To all the WuTang Clan members | |
| The Ghostface Killer, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol Dirty Bastard | |
| The Method Man, the Chef Raekwon, Inspector Deck, UGod | |
| Yo!!! |
| Now number two, practiced the snake style | |
| He was known as the snake spirit | |
| He had the speed of a snake | |
| Intro Verse One: Killah Priest | |
| Niggaz is like serpents out there | |
| snake style, no one could compete | |
| Serpents will bite | |
| Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes | |
| They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York | |
| Slither in the streets, of Manhattan | |
| In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx | |
| Streets of Staten Island | |
| Wherever you see em they slither | |
| Whoever... yo | |
| Fearsome shit... check it out | |
| Yo, yo | |
| It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder | |
| Said stay strong cuz his life is now over | |
| I flash back to the heathens that he roll with | |
| They shot him up and down nobody knows shit | |
| My peers, little ears | |
| Came up to me with a eye full of tears | |
| Last night we was shootin dice and gettin nice | |
| Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise | |
| We were in the hallway all day | |
| Me, Steve, and Little Ray | |
| Probably at first they tried to rob me | |
| Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty | |
| Then came Scotty, fragile body | |
| My first impression, he returned from a party | |
| He was just stagger, smellin like Bacardi | |
| The Dragon, braggin, how he was fuckin mad hotties | |
| Pressed on the elevator button, then all of a sudden | |
| He licked off, about a dozen | |
| Slugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin | |
| Nobody was standin when the nigga started bustin | |
| Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors | |
| That' s the last thing that I saw | |
| Damn, we plan to make grands of our home | |
| Number two | |
| Verse Two: The RZA | |
| Jagged edge, rockin God, hard as Stonehenge | |
| Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge.. | |
| .. hammer, he didn' t give a damn about the manor | |
| And on the block he was called by the momma' s and the grandma' s | |
| Indecent, heathen, juvenile delinquent | |
| His weekends was frequently, locked inside the precinct | |
| His most recent cape for catchin papes | |
| Was snatchin up snakes on a roof buttnaked hang em off like drapes | |
| Then ask what' s the combination to the safe, with the brace | |
| And those who didn' t reply they fell straight to their face | |
| Razor blade sharp who invades the dark | |
| And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS iron heart like Tony Starks | |
| A fierce lion, who never leave the crib without the iron | |
| And on the block he be slingin rocks and duckin from the sirens | |
| Greetin niggaz he loved with a pound, and a bear hug | |
| Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub | |
| A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten | |
| He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin | |
| And when he came through niggaz be lookin out | |
| Hopin he gets shot or tooken out, or locked the fuck up in Brooklyn House | |
| In PC, on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot | |
| Number two, the snake | |
| Verse Three: Masta Killa | |
| Do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga | |
| Bad rude boy from the land of Jamaica | |
| With visions to venture, to the U. S. | |
| To receive the gold that he couldn' t acheive | |
| in his country, even though he sold mad weed | |
| for the next man, who was the Don of the clan | |
| Niggaz actin like they got the block locked | |
| Like I can' t sling drug raps and eat food | |
| But I be the rudest, bad boy steppin gun totin | |
| Shots lash out like a violent explosion | |
| at the nigga, who tries to stop my production | |
| Intervene the scene and slow up the CREAM | |
| None of that black, East New York, gun talk | |
| Niggaz I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk | |
| Memories of injuries wounds and burns | |
| Walkin through the streets of Medina I stand firm | |
| Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down | |
| without a doubt, niggaz who front, get snuffed out | |
| Justice must be born there' s no escape | |
| cause a snake can' t be reformed so I wait | |
| Comin in the name to proclaim your fame for protection | |
| and you don' t know no fuckin lessons? | |
| Number two, the snake | |
| Verse Four: Ol Dirty Bastard | |
| Bad, bad, Leroy Brown | |
| Baddest man in the whole damn town | |
| Badder than the deep blue seaaaaa | |
| Badder than you and meeeeee | |
| Niggaz comin thru the trees, like a salamander, bitin | |
| Like a piranha, but I' m bitin you back, like a black pantha | |
| The style I' m ampin the... fuck my name, who I be? | |
| Fuck the game, it' s all about the moneyyyy! | |
| Owahhaerahh, sometimes I get high with the Meth | |
| Then I turn to the Killah Priest | |
| When it comes TWELVE O' CLOCK!! | |
| I turn into the demon beast, yo | |
| Yo fuck that shit! | |
| number two, the snake | |
| YO! SHOW THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WHAT TIME IT IS | |
| number two, the snake Rawwrarrrah | |
| Rahhwarwaahauh, rawwaroar!! | |
| WHOSE THE BADASS? rawharrah | |
| WHOSE THE BADASS? | |
| now number two Rawwwaahrah | |
| he practiced the snake style | |
| he was known as the snake spirit YEAHhhhhh | |
| Verse Five: Buddah Monk | |
| Lyrics, never waitin, twelve days, penetrated | |
| When I come with the ruffness, mad niggaz try to rush this | |
| Slip into my killings, then I slays and you' re helpless | |
| When I try to stay sick, it' s yacub grafted six | |
| Calm for the kill, knowing the style that' s ill | |
| When I drop, lyric skills, brothers say, Buddah chill!! | |
| Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard | |
| I don' t need to rhyme no more, niggaz know, yo! | |
| To all the WuTang Clan members | |
| The Ghostface Killer, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol Dirty Bastard | |
| The Method Man, the Chef Raekwon, Inspector Deck, UGod | |
| Yo!!! |
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