Ol’ Dirty Bastard, RZA - Skrilla lyrics
[Ol’ Dirty Bastard, RZA - Skrilla lyrics]
When you get that skrilla, nigga
Act familiar
When you get that skrilla, nigga
Act familiar
When you get that skrilla, nigga
Act familiar
Own family will kill ya, damn it be a skrilla
Box of bullets in flavors, like Mike & Ike
Friday night, I'm in the bed
With a bitch and a dyke
Ol' Dirty, 7: 30, got the thirty-thirty
Caught a mouscope, ain't aimin' at no birdie
My name plate, travel through the interstate
Glock in the stash box, my drop top ventilate
Permanent AC, use to boost at Macy's
Smoke out Mr spacely, and still Dick Tracy
I blind dunk a base, make ya chest inflate
I'm at the herb gate, watch my money bake
Disrespect me, where I lay my head
My hammer spray
My cybertech nylon suit, reflect gamma ray
When I speak, ears open to the size of cymbal
Make you tremble
Watch what the fuck my gun do
When you get that skrilla, nigga
Act familiar
When you get that skrilla, nigga
Act familiar
A moment to pray, a second to die
Take your hard ride with the bulletproof high
Nigga, check ya logic
Ol' Dirty's out the closet
I return you niggas for
A five percent deposit
Beer belly, I chuckle like Kris Kringle
Put four grams of cocaine
Crushed up in the single
Everyday is Saturday, everyday my gats play
When shit get bad
I'm looking for a badder way
Ol' Dirt McGirt, in concert the bomb burst
To set it off, shoot him in the arm, first
Let him off? Nah, kidnap his mom, first
Told you, when things get worst, nigga
Things get worst
Cats be saddling, when the gats splattering
Ol' Dirt
Caught one through the lower abdomen
Straight through the back, like the javelin
Word, son, it had to been, still here
Battling
When you get that skrilla, nigga
Act familiar
When you get that skrilla, nigga
Act familiar
When you get that skrilla, nigga
Act familiar
When you get that skrilla, nigga
Act familiar
Act familiar
When you get that skrilla, nigga
Act familiar
When you get that skrilla, nigga
Act familiar
Own family will kill ya, damn it be a skrilla
Box of bullets in flavors, like Mike & Ike
Friday night, I'm in the bed
With a bitch and a dyke
Ol' Dirty, 7: 30, got the thirty-thirty
Caught a mouscope, ain't aimin' at no birdie
My name plate, travel through the interstate
Glock in the stash box, my drop top ventilate
Permanent AC, use to boost at Macy's
Smoke out Mr spacely, and still Dick Tracy
I blind dunk a base, make ya chest inflate
I'm at the herb gate, watch my money bake
Disrespect me, where I lay my head
My hammer spray
My cybertech nylon suit, reflect gamma ray
When I speak, ears open to the size of cymbal
Make you tremble
Watch what the fuck my gun do
When you get that skrilla, nigga
Act familiar
When you get that skrilla, nigga
Act familiar
A moment to pray, a second to die
Take your hard ride with the bulletproof high
Nigga, check ya logic
Ol' Dirty's out the closet
I return you niggas for
A five percent deposit
Beer belly, I chuckle like Kris Kringle
Put four grams of cocaine
Crushed up in the single
Everyday is Saturday, everyday my gats play
When shit get bad
I'm looking for a badder way
Ol' Dirt McGirt, in concert the bomb burst
To set it off, shoot him in the arm, first
Let him off? Nah, kidnap his mom, first
Told you, when things get worst, nigga
Things get worst
Cats be saddling, when the gats splattering
Ol' Dirt
Caught one through the lower abdomen
Straight through the back, like the javelin
Word, son, it had to been, still here
Battling
When you get that skrilla, nigga
Act familiar
When you get that skrilla, nigga
Act familiar
When you get that skrilla, nigga
Act familiar
When you get that skrilla, nigga
Act familiar