Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Baby Sham - Caked Up lyrics

[Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Baby Sham - Caked Up lyrics]

Yo, this Dirt McGirt representin' Brooklyn
We gettin' ready to wreck shit up, downtown
Uptown (Boroughs, ya'll niggas better know
It's something) Wu Tang, bitch
(Get ya fuckin' head punched
Ya fuckin' shoulders, duke
This is how we do, everyday
Blast through your motherfuckin' speaker
Nigga) bastards!

Uh, we be so caked up, ya'll best wake up
It's just us and we livin' this up
We sip that cognac, then lean far back
It's just us, and we flippin' the truck
Don't be so gassed up, be foul, assed up
When them coroners, pickin' you up
First you was in a black tux
Now you all axed up
You smashed what, like you givin' it up

I'm good with them free throws
Like I play ball
When the war is on, it's McGirt that you call
The last man standing, heavy with the cannon
Come through on a bike, with a bulletproof
Prancin' leave you in your pearl, put
You on the porch, dancin'
And leave your brains on the
Back of a white shirt
While they playin' some old school
Shit by Al and Bert
(To all my bitches that smell like perfume
Dirt McGirt be here for you baby)
I'm not gonna stop til I'm under the dirt

Uh, we be so caked up, ya'll best wake up
It's just us and we livin' this up
We sip that cognac, then lean far back
It's just us, and we flippin' the truck
Don't be so gassed up, be foul, assed up
When them coroners, pickin' you up
First you was in a black tux
Now you all axed up
You smashed what, like you givin' it up

You can never be as half as me
Cuz one thing'll lead to
Another, cock sucker, melt ya knees
And make sure that your casket's deep
Cuz my trigger finger's itchin'
Like Athlete's feet
So stand wise, when you meet the chief
And watch your movements in the
Circle of the ultra-beast
I'm that nigga that'll culture speak
Whose gon' ride, whose gon' die
Divorce your peeps
It get's worse on the down reaking
So please, dog, do you a favor
Move from around me cuz I set my boundaries
You wanna know where I'm from
Ask Bust' where he found me, true B
Paper chasin', Franklin' raping
And for sure, I'm gonna make my statement
And believe that the shit is taken
Cuz the gun, playin' long, like vacations

Uh, we be so caked up, ya'll best wake up
It's just us and we livin' this up
We sip that cognac, then lean far back
It's just us, and we flippin' the truck
Don't be so gassed up, be foul, assed up
When them coroners, pickin' you up
First you was in a black tux
Now you all axed up
You smashed what, like you givin' it up

We lay the law down, motherfucker
Big Moses in the motherfucker house
Any way that nigga go out
That's how the nigga go out grand capo

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