Brooklyn Zoo II (Tiger Crane) Lyrics
| Song | Brooklyn Zoo II (Tiger Crane) |
| Artist | Ol' Dirty Bastard |
| Album | Return to the 36 Chambers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Diggs, Jones, Starks | |
| Intro： | |
| One two, one two -- you taping this? | |
| All types of shit yo let that shit ride | |
| Word to mother, turn up the microphone! | |
| Get all that good shit, get all that good shit [one two, one two] | |
| One two, one two, one two... one two | |
| Now niggaz know | |
| Ssssshhhit, 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 momma and my daddy | |
| They grew up cursin | |
| So please respect my style, please! | |
| Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard | |
| I'll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamin-u | |
| Ohh, sssshit, nahh | |
| I'll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole staminuh | |
| Here comes the medical examinuh | |
| One verse then you out for the count | |
| Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs... the right amount | |
| Ya yo, I'm sorry, un-gah-e-gas-e-ya | |
| I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamiNUH | |
| Here comes the medical examiNUH | |
| 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 asssss kickin sooooo tremendous, RARRH! | |
| 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 nigga started speakin spanish | |
| Yo! You wasn't from Panana!! | |
| I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said suntama | |
| He responded so fast, you made me laugh | |
| Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH scared-his 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 shit 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 nigga I'll change to Hitler | |
| I'll go out like Nazi, wish your fuckin ass stayed | |
| home and play Yahtzee! | |
| Or watchin Happy Days sweatin Poxie | |
| with Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and Chachi | |
| [Yo Unique, yo kid | |
| Check this shit out! Yo, yo] | |
| Verse Two: Ghostface Killer | |
| Ninety-five niggaz 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 stuck, for the diamond in Rome | |
| He's convincin, labelled one man rap convention | |
| The nigga 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 nigga | |
| [sample of Stamina] | |
| [sample of Baby C'mon] | |
| [sample of Brooklyn Zoo] | |
| [sample of Drunk Game (Sweet Sugar Pie] | |
| [sample of The Stomp] | |
| Shame on you when you step through to | |
| Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! | |
| Shame on you when you step through to | |
| Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! | |
| What?!! My nuh | |
| Shame on you when you step through to | |
| The Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo | |
| Shame on you when you step through to | |
| THe Ol Dirty Bastard, 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, bastard blues | |
| and ya don't stop | |
| So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker! | |
| [live concert] |
| zuo ci : Diggs, Jones, Starks | |
| Intro: | |
| One two, one two you taping this? | |
| All types of shit yo let that shit ride | |
| Word to mother, turn up the microphone! | |
| Get all that good shit, get all that good shit one two, one two | |
| One two, one two, one two... one two | |
| Now niggaz know | |
| Ssssshhhit, 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 momma and my daddy | |
| They grew up cursin | |
| So please respect my style, please! | |
| Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard | |
| I' ll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole staminu | |
| Ohh, sssshit, nahh | |
| I' ll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole staminuh | |
| Here comes the medical examinuh | |
| One verse then you out for the count | |
| Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs... the right amount | |
| Ya yo, I' m sorry, ungahegaseya | |
| I' ll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamiNUH | |
| Here comes the medical examiNUH | |
| 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 asssss kickin sooooo tremendous, RARRH! | |
| 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 nigga started speakin spanish | |
| Yo! You wasn' t from Panana!! | |
| I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said suntama | |
| He responded so fast, you made me laugh | |
| Hahaha, HARARRRH scaredhis 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 WuTang! | |
| Witness the Shaolin slang, that crush any shit 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 nigga I' ll change to Hitler | |
| I' ll go out like Nazi, wish your fuckin ass stayed | |
| home and play Yahtzee! | |
| Or watchin Happy Days sweatin Poxie | |
| with Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and Chachi | |
| Yo Unique, yo kid | |
| Check this shit out! Yo, yo | |
| Verse Two: Ghostface Killer | |
| Ninetyfive niggaz 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 stuck, for the diamond in Rome | |
| He' s convincin, labelled one man rap convention | |
| The nigga 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 nigga | |
| sample of Stamina | |
| sample of Baby C' mon | |
| sample of Brooklyn Zoo | |
| sample of Drunk Game Sweet Sugar Pie | |
| sample of The Stomp | |
| Shame on you when you step through to | |
| Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! | |
| Shame on you when you step through to | |
| Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! | |
| What?!! My nuh | |
| Shame on you when you step through to | |
| The Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo | |
| Shame on you when you step through to | |
| THe Ol Dirty Bastard, 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, bastard blues | |
| and ya don' t stop | |
| So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker! | |
| live concert |
| zuò cí : Diggs, Jones, Starks | |
| Intro: | |
| One two, one two you taping this? | |
| All types of shit yo let that shit ride | |
| Word to mother, turn up the microphone! | |
| Get all that good shit, get all that good shit one two, one two | |
| One two, one two, one two... one two | |
| Now niggaz know | |
| Ssssshhhit, 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 momma and my daddy | |
| They grew up cursin | |
| So please respect my style, please! | |
| Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard | |
| I' ll grab the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole staminu | |
| Ohh, sssshit, nahh | |
| I' ll grab the mic and now I damage ya, cut your whole staminuh | |
| Here comes the medical examinuh | |
| One verse then you out for the count | |
| Bring the ammonia make sure he sniffs... the right amount | |
| Ya yo, I' m sorry, ungahegaseya | |
| I' ll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamiNUH | |
| Here comes the medical examiNUH | |
| 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 asssss kickin sooooo tremendous, RARRH! | |
| 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 nigga started speakin spanish | |
| Yo! You wasn' t from Panana!! | |
| I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said suntama | |
| He responded so fast, you made me laugh | |
| Hahaha, HARARRRH scaredhis 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 WuTang! | |
| Witness the Shaolin slang, that crush any shit 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 nigga I' ll change to Hitler | |
| I' ll go out like Nazi, wish your fuckin ass stayed | |
| home and play Yahtzee! | |
| Or watchin Happy Days sweatin Poxie | |
| with Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and Chachi | |
| Yo Unique, yo kid | |
| Check this shit out! Yo, yo | |
| Verse Two: Ghostface Killer | |
| Ninetyfive niggaz 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 stuck, for the diamond in Rome | |
| He' s convincin, labelled one man rap convention | |
| The nigga 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 nigga | |
| sample of Stamina | |
| sample of Baby C' mon | |
| sample of Brooklyn Zoo | |
| sample of Drunk Game Sweet Sugar Pie | |
| sample of The Stomp | |
| Shame on you when you step through to | |
| Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! | |
| Shame on you when you step through to | |
| Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo! | |
| What?!! My nuh | |
| Shame on you when you step through to | |
| The Ol Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo | |
| Shame on you when you step through to | |
| THe Ol Dirty Bastard, 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, bastard blues | |
| and ya don' t stop | |
| So keep your shit, motherfucker, fucker, fucker! | |
| live concert |
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