Ol’ Dirty Bastard - Goin' Down lyrics

Hell, remember when we was young
And we used to go (ahhhhhhhhhh)
Ah, Punch Call! No no
Remember when we used to say who
Could do this the longest
(ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) ahh!! ahhhhhhhhh!!
All right, I'm about to put it
Goin' down, down

I am the U-N-I, The Q-U-E, the G to the O-D
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man called Unique G
Well, my name is known all over the world
To the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I go down in history
As the baddest brother that ever could be

Y'all crazy and shit
I mean y'all get high, and y'all get drunk
And y'all come mouthing around to
See Ol' Dirty Bastard Perform
I like your motherfucking style
Yo, I'd like to thank all the DJs
Across the country for playing my shit
And I'd also like to thank
All you underground motherfuckas
For keeping it real
But I'd like to know who's
In the motherfucking house
There's Queens in the house
There's uptown in the house
Boogiedown rocks are you in the house
Are you in the house?
Brooklyn Zu in the house? Stylin Isle
Are you in the house?
To the west coast are you in the house?
To the east coast are you in the house?

You couldn't show me didn't know me
How to be a true MC

My advantage on the M-IC is the slang
That I manifest so you could never hang
Obviously you know my name by now
I done thrown stupid parties
All through your town
Dirt McGirt that's my motherfucking name
Love to flirt that's my motherfucking game
They said "Who wanna be an MC?"
I am the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream's my specialty
See my style, different from yours
Make young bitch wanna drop the drawers

Fuck that bullshit Unique
You my motherfucking husband
I ain't got no motherfucking
Time for them bitches
You better come home with me
You better bring your motherfucking
Ass home tonight, motherfucker
I ain't got no motherfucking
Time for no bitches
Calling my motherfucking house
With that bullshit
You got three fucking babies to take care of
Fuck that shit

Matter of fact, I gotta song for you all:
Somewhere over the rainbow
Where bluebirds fly
Somewhere over the rainbow wHY OH WHY

HEAR ME NOW!

Style funky, you notice me
Fear no evil, one man army
Down below, when I go, won't go
Throw your hands in the air if you want more
Style is evil like a wicked witch
With the microphone spliggh! Funky as a bitch
Which is which, makes me nasty nasty
Next on the mic is the rappin, nuh!
You want some of the Ason's gun
Shoot the nigga, blaow!, reaches no one
Then you know not to touch my hoe
My life, living my own fuckin show