Song Lyrics

Yo, are you taping baby?
Baby are you taping?
Oh yeah
Baby baby come on, baby come on, baby come on
What the f*ck anybody want to do?
Right motherfucking now!
Ah

I'm the dog who's ahead of the lords
Dirty bastard from the Wu-Tang squad
Can I get raw, yes I get dirty to the floor
Rhymes, hittin' on your mind, you could never ignore
Hip-hop to me is like a place to be
My specialty from me to you is emcee
Say what you want to say, baby say
I flip the microphone-ah, any day
I'm mad swift because I got that gift of gab
Niggas get mad, your ass never had
This talent that I got will resound the spot
MC's, you got paid a lot
You ever notice a black man damn mostly slams
When it come to the money yo it ain't funny
It's what you gotta do what you got to do
Come on, can I get a Wu-Tang
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang
Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, it's on your brain
I get riggy diggy raw when it's time to get
On the dance floor shotgun kill the shit
Blow, then you won't step to me
Thinking is he really raw as he said he'd be
If I wasn't really raw, standing here on the floor
You'd be like boo he ain't no hardcore
Niggas play like they live but won't survive
Jumpin' up and down ticklin' that jive when you ticklin' gab
I'm an average man, G-O-D fan
Let it be known who's the champ, Wu-Tang clan!
It's coming through and Wu, boy it's bad too!
Throw your hands in the air, if you don't care
Who, the Ol' Dirty Bastard be
Oh me on my, you be hoppin' on my shit just like a fly
Bzzt, all around
The dirtiest stinkin' sound down to the ground
What what, what you want to do?
What you want to do when I'm coming for you?
I'm gonna give it to ya, baby, baby
Baby

Russell Jones, Robert Diggs