| Song | Proteck Ya Neck II in the Zoo |
| Artist | Ol' Dirty Bastard |
| Album | Return to the 36 Chambers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Chambers, Cuffie, Diggs, Jones ... | |
| See let a ************* come through with that bull*************t | |
| Anytime you pop that *************t ************* | |
| I'ma tell you you can suck a *************, you can suck a ************* | |
| I know, it'll come to what? | |
| Say what?Now | |
| I'ma let all you mother******s know | |
| See them knows that this is something you can't ************* | |
| Whether you from | |
| Brooklyn, whether you from | |
| Manhatt*************ways | |
| You from Queens *************, | |
| I don't give a *************, where you be mother******! | |
| Where you reside... mother******! | |
| How you live? | |
| How you seeeeeeee... | |
| Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout | |
| Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaaow!![Buddah Monk - Brooklyn Zu] | |
| Dunn can you hear me? | |
| Raw is how | |
| I'm inflicting this | |
| It's that | |
| G type slang that makes this real sickening | |
| Ignite my styles | |
| I got my hand pon the trigger | |
| Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger *************[Prodigal Sunn - Sunz of Man] | |
| Yo, straight actin live about them hellfires | |
| A known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terror | |
| The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate water | |
| Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order start the mission | |
| Travel like the speed of wind | |
| Through the valley of sin, | |
| I step to ville and murdered many man | |
| Serving justice in my vicinity[Zu Keeper - Brooklyn Zu](This is, Brooklyn, Zu!!) | |
| Za-za-za, za-za-za | |
| Zuh-za-zah, z-zz-zz-z-z-zz-zz-z-dah-duh-dnn-duh[Murdoc - Brooklyn Zu] | |
| I get down | |
| I get down | |
| I crack your ****** crown | |
| Lay around and watch some real *************z break ground | |
| I can't shop 'cause every bro blowin up the spot | |
| Hit rocks and *************z know[Killah Priest - Sunz of Man] | |
| Yo! *************z grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion | |
| Nervous, that's why the | |
| Zoo brought me in | |
| Now bring em forth, like the tortures at the courts | |
| Before the case begin, first break me in | |
| His brain! | |
| And make sure he can't maintain the calmness | |
| Ya harmless, watch how | |
| I bomb this | |
| Stage like, mail, pre hands that be the move | |
| Now your Posse is your ****** | |
| PlatoonStale cells, just flows through the air | |
| I'm like a ninja, once | |
| I send ya down stairs | |
| Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist | |
| With the cleverest rhyme | |
| [12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu] | Erupt to deduct your ****** mind |
| ************* *************t up on the hurry-up | |
| Known for burying ducks through more styles than a muck | |
| Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch | |
| Given the power punch, soon to be paid like | |
| Donald Trump | |
| Never fall victim to no ************* | |
| Jerked my *************, but still got more hoes than a pimp | |
| And score more points than | |
| Shawn Kemp | |
| Keepin powerfully strong like the center on the | |
| KnicksHut one, hut two, hut three, hut!! | |
| Ol Dirty Bastard live and uncut(Shame on a ************* who tried to run game on a...)[Shorty *************t Stain - Brooklyn Zu] | |
| Got more props than the | |
| Presiden******y hardcore represent, blowin *************z back who never had this | |
| Cause I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped | |
| The *************t I'm kickin, send it to your | |
| MOMS for Chris******as | |
| And tell her | |
| Shorty *************t | |
| Stain sent it | |
| Soon to have more green than the | |
| Jolly Green | |
| Giant'cause *************z rap styles just down is aspired | |
| You shoulda stayed | |
| HOME instead of picking up a microphone | |
| But if you wanna run on up, like you | |
| TOUGHI call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore | |
| Stuff, I *************ne like twenty-four carat[Ol' Dirty Bastard] | |
| Roll and stroll with the party scene | |
| ************* wanna know me as | |
| Mr. CleanWza-wza-wza-wza- | |
| Wu-Tang, flip the script and | |
| Test my skill *************z, you're trippin | |
| Drugged up from sniffin, you're the one who's riffin | |
| I'm not Opie, save that old *************t for | |
| Andy Griffith | |
| Start to flip, slip, 'cause you're slippin | |
| While you sleep | |
| I be the God on point, with | |
| Scottie Pippen | |
| As I, jump on stage, flip rip a show | |
| Strip and rip a hoe, wayyy like | |
| BoJackson while | |
| I'm still taxin maxin | |
| Relaxin sittin back sellin good tracks and | |
| Again and again when | |
| I rock the jam | |
| WANNA SEE | |
| EM UP IN T | |
| HE AIR! Throw up your hand | |
| Introducin, one-man band in town | |
| It's wild, with the style couldn't stand ************* | |
| When the jump, stepped, to the center | |
| Of the rhyme inventor, | |
| MC's come at the | |
| You get dap slapped, across the | |
| MC mapYour ass that's your ass, on a whore shot | |
| Come on through | |
| I black and blue your whole crew | |
| Then I get | |
| Rudy with the | |
| Hong Kong | |
| FooOl Dirty | |
| Bastard, M | |
| C killerMoney maker, | |
| Brooklyn, challenger | |
| That I lay down like towel | |
| [60 Second Assassin - Sunz of Man] | Then I get higher!! |
| Here comes the illlll, type ruffer | |
| Style be untouched | |
| I'm leavin broken down grammars on the pen | |
| Who who what? | |
| What brings it? | |
| Tighter than your anus | |
| Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers | |
| Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill | |
| Deadly venom kills, at the last of the | |
| Sam's Mill60 | |
| Second, nucleus, attack on your set | |
| Hit you with the blast (yo close the door) | |
| Shabazz!![gun blast] |
| zuo ci : Chambers, Cuffie, Diggs, Jones ... | |
| See let a come through with that bull t | |
| Anytime you pop that t | |
| I' ma tell you you can suck a , you can suck a | |
| I know, it' ll come to what? | |
| Say what? Now | |
| I' ma let all you mother s know | |
| See them knows that this is something you can' t | |
| Whether you from | |
| Brooklyn, whether you from | |
| Manhatt ways | |
| You from Queens , | |
| I don' t give a , where you be mother! | |
| Where you reside... mother! | |
| How you live? | |
| How you seeeeeeee... | |
| Sort the stack outs, this one' s the blackout | |
| Threefiftyseven to your mouth, blaaow!! Buddah Monk Brooklyn Zu | |
| Dunn can you hear me? | |
| Raw is how | |
| I' m inflicting this | |
| It' s that | |
| G type slang that makes this real sickening | |
| Ignite my styles | |
| I got my hand pon the trigger | |
| Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger Prodigal Sunn Sunz of Man | |
| Yo, straight actin live about them hellfires | |
| A known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terror | |
| The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate water | |
| Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order start the mission | |
| Travel like the speed of wind | |
| Through the valley of sin, | |
| I step to ville and murdered many man | |
| Serving justice in my vicinity Zu Keeper Brooklyn Zu This is, Brooklyn, Zu!! | |
| Zazaza, zazaza | |
| Zuhzazah, zzzzzzzzzzzzdahduhdnnduh Murdoc Brooklyn Zu | |
| I get down | |
| I get down | |
| I crack your crown | |
| Lay around and watch some real z break ground | |
| I can' t shop ' cause every bro blowin up the spot | |
| Hit rocks and z know Killah Priest Sunz of Man | |
| Yo! z grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion | |
| Nervous, that' s why the | |
| Zoo brought me in | |
| Now bring em forth, like the tortures at the courts | |
| Before the case begin, first break me in | |
| His brain! | |
| And make sure he can' t maintain the calmness | |
| Ya harmless, watch how | |
| I bomb this | |
| Stage like, mail, pre hands that be the move | |
| Now your Posse is your | |
| PlatoonStale cells, just flows through the air | |
| I' m like a ninja, once | |
| I send ya down stairs | |
| Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist | |
| With the cleverest rhyme | |
| [12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu] | Erupt to deduct your mind |
| t up on the hurryup | |
| Known for burying ducks through more styles than a muck | |
| Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch | |
| Given the power punch, soon to be paid like | |
| Donald Trump | |
| Never fall victim to no | |
| Jerked my , but still got more hoes than a pimp | |
| And score more points than | |
| Shawn Kemp | |
| Keepin powerfully strong like the center on the | |
| KnicksHut one, hut two, hut three, hut!! | |
| Ol Dirty Bastard live and uncut Shame on a who tried to run game on a... Shorty t Stain Brooklyn Zu | |
| Got more props than the | |
| Presiden y hardcore represent, blowin z back who never had this | |
| Cause I' m gifted, so you can get wrapped | |
| The t I' m kickin, send it to your | |
| MOMS for Chris as | |
| And tell her | |
| Shorty t | |
| Stain sent it | |
| Soon to have more green than the | |
| Jolly Green | |
| Giant' cause z rap styles just down is aspired | |
| You shoulda stayed | |
| HOME instead of picking up a microphone | |
| But if you wanna run on up, like you | |
| TOUGHI call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore | |
| Stuff, I ne like twentyfour carat Ol' Dirty Bastard | |
| Roll and stroll with the party scene | |
| wanna know me as | |
| Mr. CleanWzawzawzawza | |
| WuTang, flip the script and | |
| Test my skill z, you' re trippin | |
| Drugged up from sniffin, you' re the one who' s riffin | |
| I' m not Opie, save that old t for | |
| Andy Griffith | |
| Start to flip, slip, ' cause you' re slippin | |
| While you sleep | |
| I be the God on point, with | |
| Scottie Pippen | |
| As I, jump on stage, flip rip a show | |
| Strip and rip a hoe, wayyy like | |
| BoJackson while | |
| I' m still taxin maxin | |
| Relaxin sittin back sellin good tracks and | |
| Again and again when | |
| I rock the jam | |
| WANNA SEE | |
| EM UP IN T | |
| HE AIR! Throw up your hand | |
| Introducin, oneman band in town | |
| It' s wild, with the style couldn' t stand | |
| When the jump, stepped, to the center | |
| Of the rhyme inventor, | |
| MC' s come at the | |
| You get dap slapped, across the | |
| MC mapYour ass that' s your ass, on a whore shot | |
| Come on through | |
| I black and blue your whole crew | |
| Then I get | |
| Rudy with the | |
| Hong Kong | |
| FooOl Dirty | |
| Bastard, M | |
| C killerMoney maker, | |
| Brooklyn, challenger | |
| That I lay down like towel | |
| [60 Second Assassin - Sunz of Man] | Then I get higher!! |
| Here comes the illlll, type ruffer | |
| Style be untouched | |
| I' m leavin broken down grammars on the pen | |
| Who who what? | |
| What brings it? | |
| Tighter than your anus | |
| Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers | |
| Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill | |
| Deadly venom kills, at the last of the | |
| Sam' s Mill60 | |
| Second, nucleus, attack on your set | |
| Hit you with the blast yo close the door | |
| Shabazz!! gun blast |
| zuò cí : Chambers, Cuffie, Diggs, Jones ... | |
| See let a come through with that bull t | |
| Anytime you pop that t | |
| I' ma tell you you can suck a , you can suck a | |
| I know, it' ll come to what? | |
| Say what? Now | |
| I' ma let all you mother s know | |
| See them knows that this is something you can' t | |
| Whether you from | |
| Brooklyn, whether you from | |
| Manhatt ways | |
| You from Queens , | |
| I don' t give a , where you be mother! | |
| Where you reside... mother! | |
| How you live? | |
| How you seeeeeeee... | |
| Sort the stack outs, this one' s the blackout | |
| Threefiftyseven to your mouth, blaaow!! Buddah Monk Brooklyn Zu | |
| Dunn can you hear me? | |
| Raw is how | |
| I' m inflicting this | |
| It' s that | |
| G type slang that makes this real sickening | |
| Ignite my styles | |
| I got my hand pon the trigger | |
| Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger Prodigal Sunn Sunz of Man | |
| Yo, straight actin live about them hellfires | |
| A known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terror | |
| The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate water | |
| Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order start the mission | |
| Travel like the speed of wind | |
| Through the valley of sin, | |
| I step to ville and murdered many man | |
| Serving justice in my vicinity Zu Keeper Brooklyn Zu This is, Brooklyn, Zu!! | |
| Zazaza, zazaza | |
| Zuhzazah, zzzzzzzzzzzzdahduhdnnduh Murdoc Brooklyn Zu | |
| I get down | |
| I get down | |
| I crack your crown | |
| Lay around and watch some real z break ground | |
| I can' t shop ' cause every bro blowin up the spot | |
| Hit rocks and z know Killah Priest Sunz of Man | |
| Yo! z grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion | |
| Nervous, that' s why the | |
| Zoo brought me in | |
| Now bring em forth, like the tortures at the courts | |
| Before the case begin, first break me in | |
| His brain! | |
| And make sure he can' t maintain the calmness | |
| Ya harmless, watch how | |
| I bomb this | |
| Stage like, mail, pre hands that be the move | |
| Now your Posse is your | |
| PlatoonStale cells, just flows through the air | |
| I' m like a ninja, once | |
| I send ya down stairs | |
| Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist | |
| With the cleverest rhyme | |
| [12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu] | Erupt to deduct your mind |
| t up on the hurryup | |
| Known for burying ducks through more styles than a muck | |
| Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch | |
| Given the power punch, soon to be paid like | |
| Donald Trump | |
| Never fall victim to no | |
| Jerked my , but still got more hoes than a pimp | |
| And score more points than | |
| Shawn Kemp | |
| Keepin powerfully strong like the center on the | |
| KnicksHut one, hut two, hut three, hut!! | |
| Ol Dirty Bastard live and uncut Shame on a who tried to run game on a... Shorty t Stain Brooklyn Zu | |
| Got more props than the | |
| Presiden y hardcore represent, blowin z back who never had this | |
| Cause I' m gifted, so you can get wrapped | |
| The t I' m kickin, send it to your | |
| MOMS for Chris as | |
| And tell her | |
| Shorty t | |
| Stain sent it | |
| Soon to have more green than the | |
| Jolly Green | |
| Giant' cause z rap styles just down is aspired | |
| You shoulda stayed | |
| HOME instead of picking up a microphone | |
| But if you wanna run on up, like you | |
| TOUGHI call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore | |
| Stuff, I ne like twentyfour carat Ol' Dirty Bastard | |
| Roll and stroll with the party scene | |
| wanna know me as | |
| Mr. CleanWzawzawzawza | |
| WuTang, flip the script and | |
| Test my skill z, you' re trippin | |
| Drugged up from sniffin, you' re the one who' s riffin | |
| I' m not Opie, save that old t for | |
| Andy Griffith | |
| Start to flip, slip, ' cause you' re slippin | |
| While you sleep | |
| I be the God on point, with | |
| Scottie Pippen | |
| As I, jump on stage, flip rip a show | |
| Strip and rip a hoe, wayyy like | |
| BoJackson while | |
| I' m still taxin maxin | |
| Relaxin sittin back sellin good tracks and | |
| Again and again when | |
| I rock the jam | |
| WANNA SEE | |
| EM UP IN T | |
| HE AIR! Throw up your hand | |
| Introducin, oneman band in town | |
| It' s wild, with the style couldn' t stand | |
| When the jump, stepped, to the center | |
| Of the rhyme inventor, | |
| MC' s come at the | |
| You get dap slapped, across the | |
| MC mapYour ass that' s your ass, on a whore shot | |
| Come on through | |
| I black and blue your whole crew | |
| Then I get | |
| Rudy with the | |
| Hong Kong | |
| FooOl Dirty | |
| Bastard, M | |
| C killerMoney maker, | |
| Brooklyn, challenger | |
| That I lay down like towel | |
| [60 Second Assassin - Sunz of Man] | Then I get higher!! |
| Here comes the illlll, type ruffer | |
| Style be untouched | |
| I' m leavin broken down grammars on the pen | |
| Who who what? | |
| What brings it? | |
| Tighter than your anus | |
| Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers | |
| Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill | |
| Deadly venom kills, at the last of the | |
| Sam' s Mill60 | |
| Second, nucleus, attack on your set | |
| Hit you with the blast yo close the door | |
| Shabazz!! gun blast |