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Brooklyn Zoo Lyrics

Brooklyn Zoo by Ol' Dirty Bastard  

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Brooklyn Zoo [Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Word up, I bust that nigga ass right now!
Ain't none of them niggas can't f**k with me!
What? Nigga you could never f**k with me, my nigga!
Dirt f**k you up right now! What? What? What?
I bust your motherf**kin ass boy!
I ain't no motherf**kin joke, you know who you talkin to
(Word up, bust that nigga ass, word up)
Ol' Dirty Bastard, I f**k you up right now
Yeah, what? What? (Shame on that nigga yo
He ain't sayin nothin, f**k him!)

I'm the one-man army, Ason
I've never been tooken out, I keep MC's lookin out
I drop science like girls be droppin babies
Enough to make a nigga go cra-a-azy
Energy buildin, takin all types of medicines
Your ass thought you were better than
Ason, I keep planets in orbit
While I be comin with teeth, bitin more sh*t
Enough to make ya break and shake ya ass
'cause I create rhymes good as a tasty cake, mix
This style, I'm mastered in
Niggas catchin headaches, what? What? You need Aspirin?
This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol
f**k around get sprayed with Lysol
In your face like a can of mace, baby
Is it burnin? Well, f**k it, now you're learnin
how, I don't even like your motherf**kin profile
Give me my f**kin sh*t, CH-CH-BLAOW!
Not seen and heard, no one knows
You forget, niggas be quiet as kept
Now you know nothin
Before you knew a whole f**kin lot
Your ass don't wanna get shot
A lot of MC's came to my showdown
To watch me put your f**kin ass lo-o-ow down
As you can go, below zero
without a doubt I've never been tooken out
by a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure
Yo by a nigga, who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo)
how to pull a f**kin gun trigger
I said "Get the f**k outta here!"
Nigga wanna get too close, to the utmost
But I got stacks that'll attack any wack host
Introducin, yo f**k that nigga's name
My hip-hop drops on your head like ra-a-ain
And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
talent that I got will riz-ock the spot
MC's I'll be bur-r-rnin, bur-r-rnin hot
Whoa-hoa-hoa! Get me like slow-mo with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
I'm homicidal when you enter the target
Nigga get up, act like a pig tryin to hog sh*t
So I take yo ass out quick
The mics, I've had it my nigga, you can suck my dick
If you wanna step to my motherf**kin rep'
CH-CH-BLOAW! BLOAW! BLOAW! Blown to death
You got shot cause you knock knock knock
"Who's there?" Another motherf**kin hardrock
Slackin on your mackin 'cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back...

[Chorus (5x): Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Shame on you, when you step through to
the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo!

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
What? My nigga...

Shame on ya...



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