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ol dirty bastard - lintballz lyrics

(feat. brooklyn zoo, popa chief, sunz of man)

[intro: zoo keeper (popa chief) {ol’ dirty b-st-rd}]
[popa chief singing “do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die” throughout intro]
(what’s your move b-tch n-gg-?)
suttin’ ain’t goin’ down like that
i ain’t lettin’ n-gg-s know they ain’t know
(how you gonna get what you ain’t got?
you know what i’m sayin’?) you ain’t gonna get it
(yeah) that’s the way it’s goin’ down
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) f-ckin’ around
{yo i mastered the art of shadowboxin’!}

[chorus x2: popa chief]
do or die, ball or fly
lintballz always hangin’ around tryin’ to get high
but f-ck sittin’ around waitin’ on a hook up
it’s time to turn the heat up
and catch these papes like cooked up
what?

[12 o’clock]
n-gg-s waitin’ for hook up, get shook up
never get your weight off and do a push up
you smokin’ all my purple kush up
don’t make me push and rook up
get you touched up, i lift my wrist up, yup, yup
now n-gg-s know lil’ diggs, only twice wore a suit
had s-x in a group with a couple of b-tches dance for loot
see i’ma tell them n-gg-s about spendin’ all they loot
partyin’ and trickin’ on b-tches and don’t recoup
i got my own version of roots
cracker -ss n-gg- pickin’ cotton and polishin’ my brooklyn zoo boots
the new news is brooklyn zoo
sunz and two on da road, blue, crazy cuffie fam too

[prodical]
yo, i ain’t tryin’ to be on no forever broke sh-t
so i made myself eatin’ these streets where blood leak
me and my whole fleet smoke trees, blow heat, roll unique
do or die tactics, and keep us sharp on our feet, meak
and all we do is make cl-ssics, ccf, the unit
dirt dog, the zoo, ghetto government, get your ratchet
95% of them n-gg-s is f-ggots, and i’ve had it up to here
see our face this year, appear
on your tv screen, we stay green
money makes the world go around, know what i mean-ean?
new team, fresh and clean clean on your scene
now sing along, sing along, y’all know the theme-heme

[popa chief (singing)]
now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die (aarrgh, wooh)
now do or die, do or die, do or die, do or die (oohhh)

[h-ll razah]
yeah, b-tches wanna bone a n-gg- when your records is sellin’
labels don’t play a n-gg- when they nuttin’ but felons
young razah got that hot sh-t that’s under the heavens
gg’z poppin’ grey goose feathers
prost-tute cheddar, crashin’ in whips with new leathers
bad models be on the d-ck that shy and strip
thinkin’ we some gangsters, thugs, bloods or crips
watch who you sleep, shake hands and hustle with
why dream to be rich when i’m already rich?
two bars i spit got the hottest n-gg- p-ssed
chicks kiss the diamonds that twist on our wrist
brooklyn zoo, s.o.m., dirty bast’ sh-t, n-gg-

[chorus x2]

[ol’ dirty b-st-rd (buddha monk)]
i whip a n-gg- -ss on hand and hand, you get flashed
whatever you do, i stop your -ss
my name is isis, i kill you with a hiss
i kill you with my motherf-ckin’ p-ss
a matter of fact you kill yourself, n-gg- i crash ya stealth
(see let a n-gg- come through with that bullsh-t)
yeah we ain’t sayin nuttin’
i never was familiar with bein’ p-ssy
i loved that sh-t ’til it’s bl–dy

[buddha monk]
hey yo hold up, you told me you liked that sh-t muddy and swampy
and you gonna hit it from where (from the back door)
this fam right here, is the fam right here
and if you f-ck with the zoo you gon’ get clapped right there
for this cream n-gg-, i’ll walk through muddy waters
if he be call out, and rob your son and daughter
lintballz in my pocket and yours is real lumby
nah, lay down, gimme what you got g
split the pie three ways, live off it for three days
and when it’s done, who’s the next victim today
i’m trife n-gg-, and i don’t live by bible life
i yap the n-gg- ripe then stash a n-gg- right
yeah i did wanna do it and the devil didn’t make me
linballz in my pocket that made me stick them g’z
checkmate, pray to the lord, your soul he take
then i hip into the rob for my fam i just got ‘im, n-gg-

[chorus x2]

[outro: brooklyn zoo {popa chief}]
yeah yeah, huh huh (motherf-cker)
that’s right, that’s right, ok (alright)
yeah so {now you be knowin’}
{annihilate}
{get some papes like bill gates}

- ol dirty bastard lyrics

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