Lift Ya Skirt

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Turn it up! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] One nigga, two nigga, three nigga, four One of you niggas is about to get fucked up It's the Ol' Dirt McGirt, live and uncut Live and uncut, ready to bust a nut Like when I first came home, I boned Simone Fucked her so hard, pussy started to groan Seven in the morn', woked up and yawned The bitch scrambled my eggs, she wrote me a song (Sing it!) It's all because of Dirt Dog That the reason I took my skirt off You went away -- now I'm back with (what?) And this is where the bullshit stop Plus these voices in my head, want me to go back Pick up your guns, don't take your Prozac Ritalin, Codelin, Zoloft, cocaine Wu-Tang, nigga, it's the new John Coltrane (hahahaha) [Hook: girl (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] Dirt Dog, Dirt Dog, you our man If you can't do it, then no one can (Mr. McGirt, gonna get you dirty Lift up your skirt, I'm gonna get you dirty) Dirt Dog, Dirt Dog, you our man If you can't do it, then no one man (It's the (what) in the house, gonna get you dirty The Wu-Tang Clan gonna get you dirty) [Missy Elliott] I hopped on the scene, spit sixteen bars lean Cross your face like a smear of Mabeline Wet jeans, get rised, ecstatic clean Is it cuz my sex feel like you on morphine They-they think, I'm so much I talk tough, burn your mouth and handcuffs Makin' hits, I'm making paper, cake it up Lookin' haters in the face, like 'nigga what?' Now scream, how many of these muthafuckas respect me Cuz I'm the only chick who freak any beat So pack it up, with that O.D.B Oh, it's a bad bitch... Shame on a nigga, who, who tried, to run game On a nigga, like a gold digger I pull my trigger, I bet my gun bigger Now how ya'll figure, that's how ya die quicker [Ol' Dirty Bastard] A Son, what? what? [Hook] [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Die, drin', die, come on This is strictly for the radio Yo... can't stop...