This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
What's yo' name?
What's yo' name?
My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard, and I'ma Alkaholik
Yeah, me too, nigga (oh)
You're now rockin' with Tha Liks so start reachin' for the ozone
I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on
What's up, though? Tash came to steal it like the Grinch
While I'm leavin' niggas puzzled like I said my shit in French
But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath
Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth
'Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide
My drunken lyrical hang glider, nobody's tighter
Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya
So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar
I filter out the weak every time I speak
I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)
I'm def-da-fyin, you rappin' like my client
Tryna scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant
Be quiet, this is Likwidation from the West
Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest
Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine
I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine
'Cause she thought she was fine
She winked at me, I thought it was fine
This nigga poutin', this ho was mine
I had the alcohol in me, took my time
Let a nigga rotate turn on the table
Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego
What? You the king in the chair on my ground
The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round
Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit
My ear can't digest it
Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water, let's take it to the land
So I can Godzilla up your shit, Mr. Tiny Tim man
Niggas be creepin' up my beanstalk
When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses
Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts
Motherfucker, what?
The Ro pimped the flow like a ho
So I should rap on the mack-raphone
My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone
I divide square MC's like math
Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft
I stomp him, then I skied out with all wampum
When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog Scrilla chomp him
(Switch reels) I feels its all about skills
The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson, Holyfield
Your lyrics are loaners, return 'em to they rightful owners
My style is wild, like G's holdin' pistolas
No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask
We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class
I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock
Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block
I drink more Brewsters than Punky
It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies
You bitches are hoes
Put it in ya neck, my motherfuckin' ho
Or in your butthole
Wherever the fuck it goes
You bitches are hoes
Put it in ya neck, my motherfuckin' ho
Or in your earhole
Wherever the fuck it goes
Yeah, yo, yo
No disrespect to any architect
Who tried to perfect, oh, what the heck
I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector
Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector
Its the Packtown original be-boy I'm rappin'
What's happenin', so dope got the Pope clappin'
I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'
You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in
Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face
'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space
'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes
So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom, boom)
Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume
That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune
I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler
One on one at your rap seminar
Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way
At you fuckers
So ayo, my name is J-Ro
And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo
I don't rap fast, I love green grass
Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass
Extra da-llama, bring hahaha
Extra, extra bring the da-llama
Verse a better one, then slice-a-versa
God acre, massacre murdered
Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel
You're just rhyme to survive streets
True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics
Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic
True God but my dick is my lightning rob
Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo
See this the type of shit niggas don't try at home
I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne
With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'
Niggas lookin' at me like, "Tash is up to somethin'"
(Get drunk and I stumbled)
But I didn't come to trip
I came to bring it to ya humble
Tumble all your plots and all your plans
Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man
It's the Likwid crew
Comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu
Passin' your party, jettin' out with all the brew
So what y'all new niggas think you wanna do?
It's the Likwid crew
Comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu
Passin' your party, jettin' out with all the brew
So what y'all new niggas think you wanna do?
What's yo' name?
My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard, and I'ma Alkaholik
Yeah, me too, nigga (oh)
You're now rockin' with Tha Liks so start reachin' for the ozone
I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on
What's up, though? Tash came to steal it like the Grinch
While I'm leavin' niggas puzzled like I said my shit in French
But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath
Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth
'Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide
My drunken lyrical hang glider, nobody's tighter
Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya
So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar
I filter out the weak every time I speak
I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)
I'm def-da-fyin, you rappin' like my client
Tryna scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant
Be quiet, this is Likwidation from the West
Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest
Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine
I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine
'Cause she thought she was fine
She winked at me, I thought it was fine
This nigga poutin', this ho was mine
I had the alcohol in me, took my time
Let a nigga rotate turn on the table
Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego
What? You the king in the chair on my ground
The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round
Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit
My ear can't digest it
Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water, let's take it to the land
So I can Godzilla up your shit, Mr. Tiny Tim man
Niggas be creepin' up my beanstalk
When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses
Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts
Motherfucker, what?
The Ro pimped the flow like a ho
So I should rap on the mack-raphone
My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone
I divide square MC's like math
Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft
I stomp him, then I skied out with all wampum
When he's layin' on the ground, I let my dog Scrilla chomp him
(Switch reels) I feels its all about skills
The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson, Holyfield
Your lyrics are loaners, return 'em to they rightful owners
My style is wild, like G's holdin' pistolas
No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask
We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class
I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock
Peace to my nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block
I drink more Brewsters than Punky
It's the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies
You bitches are hoes
Put it in ya neck, my motherfuckin' ho
Or in your butthole
Wherever the fuck it goes
You bitches are hoes
Put it in ya neck, my motherfuckin' ho
Or in your earhole
Wherever the fuck it goes
Yeah, yo, yo
No disrespect to any architect
Who tried to perfect, oh, what the heck
I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector
Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector
Its the Packtown original be-boy I'm rappin'
What's happenin', so dope got the Pope clappin'
I'm smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin'
You trickin', while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in
Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face
'Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space
'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes
So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom, boom)
Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume
That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune
I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler
One on one at your rap seminar
Beware of the hard way, three's the hard way
At you fuckers
So ayo, my name is J-Ro
And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo
I don't rap fast, I love green grass
Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass
Extra da-llama, bring hahaha
Extra, extra bring the da-llama
Verse a better one, then slice-a-versa
God acre, massacre murdered
Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel
You're just rhyme to survive streets
True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics
Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic
True God but my dick is my lightning rob
Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo
See this the type of shit niggas don't try at home
I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne
With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin'
Niggas lookin' at me like, "Tash is up to somethin'"
(Get drunk and I stumbled)
But I didn't come to trip
I came to bring it to ya humble
Tumble all your plots and all your plans
Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my motherfuckin' man
It's the Likwid crew
Comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu
Passin' your party, jettin' out with all the brew
So what y'all new niggas think you wanna do?
It's the Likwid crew
Comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu
Passin' your party, jettin' out with all the brew
So what y'all new niggas think you wanna do?
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Hip Hop Drunkies Lyrics as written by Marlon Lu Ree Williams Russell Jones
Lyrics © CAK MUSIC PUBLISHING, INC, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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