Here comes the judge

Here comes the judge Lyrics

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard {Buddha Monk}]
I was drivin' an Accord cart, nominated at awards
Back in the days drivin' an Accord
Run-uhhn-uuhhn-uhhn, nominated at awards
Back in the days drivin' an Accord
Everybody rise (Wu-Tang)
(This slang) You know (this rhyme) you came to America
(that's our thang)
(I hang) And took over the black woman (and her reply)
(Is slang) The black woman wanted the Judge
They runnin' from the cops
They run, runnin', run, runnin', runnin', runnin'
Here Comes the Judge [x8]
{Give it to me now}

[Ol' Dirty Bastard (girl)]
Here comes my Mac
I don't need this sh*t owned by stack
I don't need you to monitor my perimeter (I wanna car for mine)
Got me Accord, take me to judge
[sniff] Sittin' broke
Nominated at awards
Back in the days drivin' Accords
I didn't have nothing to give
I didn't have no life to live
Bastard C'Mon
Aaahhhhhhhhaahhhhhhh

[Break: Buddha Monk (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Hey hey excuse me Russell Jones
Will you please calm down and tell the story?
Just the story (heh heh)
We want nothing else, just the story
(No disrespect Judge)
(Police-police-police)
(Police-police-police)
(Dirty ass, Dirty ass, Dirty ass)
"I come camoflauged" --> [Zoo Keeper]
(Dirty scorpian)
"Uh uh Judge you oughta peep me, sir don't you remember me"
"No who are you boy?"
"Well I'm the baller that introduced you to your wife"
"To my wife? Get a life you son of a b**ch"

[Buddha Monk]
Yo, start the attack with dirt up cats thats wack
Wants to be a gun blazer but jacks the flavor tracks
I numb out frames, don't blame it on the coccaine
What is sure to be