Yo, yo, this is Chris Rock
You heard my man
He aint on no commercial shit
The O.D.B.
It aint the Young D.B.
Its the Ol D.B.
That old shit
This aint the Embry-O.D.B.
This is the Ol mothafuckin D.B.
Im Chris Rock, Im chillin with the O.D.B.
So Im the wrong place, at the wrong mothafuckin time
With the wrong mothafuckin man
The O.D.B., baby
All yall niggas talkin bout commercial song
This aint no commercial song
Straight up, nigga, what?
Yall niggas cant fuck with me
All yall niggas lovin me
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize hes a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize
Yo, whats my name? (You need to recognize)
Shut the fuck up! (You need to recognize)
I bring the mothafuckin ruckus
(You need to recognize) Cmon punk ass niggas
Uh, nah, nah, Im just fuckin witchall
(Uh-huh)
Who get drunk at night till the early morn?
Tap dances at the party like its goin on
Bitches and niggas all around scopin eachother down
Im takin pictures at yall at the fuckin lounge
Mad niggas was, gettin drunk at the bar
Im throwin Moet bottles, HA HA HA HA HA HA
Its rowdy outside, I aint signin shit
Dont flow bitch, I take your microphone
You party bitches fallin in line
With your fat ass stinkin behind
You dont know who the fuck is here
I back smack your ass, make pressure appear
Cuz cold Lucky knockin at your door
I dedicate that to your source
Cuz this (Nigga please) is dirty and its stinkin
Funkier than (Peppi Le Pew, so I was thinkin)
I drop you mothafuckin niggas on the (weekend)
(Lettin you know that) bitch nigga dont start
You thought that I was weak? Huh, let me speak
My rhymes come funkier than your grandfathers feet
So listen mister, dont you ever forget
Rhyme dirty, you couldnt even clean it with Comet
Or even Worex, some tried Ajax
Only mix wit, the back get this track
Yall niggas cant fuck with me
All yall niggas lovin me
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize hes a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
You need to recognize, niggas need to recognize
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Sweet girl, sweet girl
Each and every day-a, each and every way-a
See you niggas, most of your strayers
Stray off from a thing, civilization-a
Dont understand the true nation-a
Go back like cold ovens and ice boxes
(Murder Avenue L trains, Broadway blackouts
Brooklyn Zu keep history, fam shake the trends
Five years of workin bodies, voice box hits the shotty
I move in parties, stickin hotties
And all you fake mob Gottis, I push your skirt up
My shits so bad I wipe my ass with a burner)
I said, yall niggas cant fuck with me
All yall niggas lovin me
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize hes a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
You niggas need to recognize, uh-huh, uh-huh
Yall niggas cant fuck with me
All yall niggas lovin me
Mister courageous O.D.B.
You need to recognize hes a P-I-M-P
You need to recognize, you need to recognize
Bitches and niggasll recognize
Look, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
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