Ol' Dirty Bastard (ODB)

Ol' Dirty Bastard (ODB) - Snakes songtekst

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He was known as the snake spirit
 	He had the speed of a snake

 Intro/Verse One: Killah Priest

 Niggaz is like serpents out there
 [snake style, no one could compete]
 Serpents will bite
 Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes
 They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
 Slither in the streets, of Manhattan
 In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
 Streets of Staten Island
 Wherever you see em they slither
 Whoever... yo
 Fearsome shit... check it out
 Yo, yo

 It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
 Said stay strong cuz his life is now over
 I flash back to the heathens that he roll with
 They shot him up and down nobody knows shit
 My peers, little ears
 Came up to me with a eye full of tears
 Last night we was shootin dice and gettin nice
 Kid rolled us, played us for our merchandise
 We were in the hallway all day
 Me, Steve, and Little Ray
 Probably at first they tried to rob me
 Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty
 Then came Scotty, fragile body
 My first impression, he returned from a party
 He was just stagger, smellin like Bacardi
 The Dragon, braggin, how he was fuckin mad hotties
 Pressed on the elevator button, then all of a sudden
 He licked off, about a dozen
 Slugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin
 Nobody was standin when the nigga started bustin
 Blood started to flood the floors, by the elevator doors
 That's the last thing that I saw
 Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
 [Number two]

 Verse Two: The RZA

 Jagged edge, rockin God, hard as Stonehenge
 Pledged whoever crossed his path get scrapped with a sledge..
 ..hammer, he didn't give a damn about the manor
 And on the block he was called by the momma's and the grandma's
 Indecent, heathen, juvenile delinquent
 His weekends was frequently, locked inside the precinct
 His most recent cape for catchin papes
 Was snatchin up snakes on a roof butt-naked hang em off like drapes
 Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace
 And those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face
 Razor blade sharp who invades the dark
 And raid more spots than Spays and NARCS iron heart like Tony Starks
 A fierce lion, who never leave the crib without the iron
 And on the block he be slingin rocks and duckin from the sirens
 Greetin niggaz he loved with a pound, and a bear hug
 Those who wanted life, they catch a slug from the snub
 A Five Percent, who all knew was one to ten
 He loved the Gods with his heart but his brain was filled with sin
 And when he came through niggaz be lookin out
 Hopin he gets shot or tooken out, or locked the fuck up in Brooklyn House
 In PC, on a liquid diet, but he was louder than a riot
 [Number two, the snake]

 Verse Three: Masta Killa

 Do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga
 Bad rude boy from the land of Jamaica
 With visions to venture, to the U.S.
 To receive the gold that he couldn't acheive
 in his country, even though he sold mad weed
 for the next man, who was the Don of the clan
 Niggaz actin like they got the block locked
 Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food
 But I be the rudest, bad boy steppin gun totin
 Shots lash out like a violent explosion
 at the nigga, who tries to stop my production
 Intervene the scene and slow up the CREAM
 None of that black, East New York, gun talk
 Niggaz I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk
 Memories of injuries wounds and burns
 Walkin through the streets of Medina I stand firm
 Cause I know this, which means I can hold mine down
 without a doubt, niggaz who front, get snuffed out
 Justice must be born there's no escape
 cause a snake can't be reformed so I wait
 Comin in the name to proclaim your fame for protection
 and you don't know no fuckin lessons?
 [Number two, the snake]

 Verse Four: Ol Dirty Bastard

 Bad, bad, Leroy Brown
 Baddest man in the whole damn town
 Badder than the deep blue seaaaaa
 Badder than you and meeeeee
 Niggaz comin thru the trees, like a salamander, bitin
 Like a piranha, but I'm bitin you back, like a black pantha
 The style I'm ampin the... fuck my name, who I be?
 Fuck the game, it's all about the moneyyyy!
 Owahhaerahh, sometimes I get high with the Meth
 Then I turn to the Killah Priest
 When it comes TWELVE O'CLOCK!!
 I turn into the demon beast, yo

 Yo fuck that shit!
 [number two, the snake]
 YO! SHOW THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WHAT TIME IT IS
 [number two, the snake] Rawwrarrrah
 Rahhwarwaahauh, rawwaroar!!
 WHOSE THE BAD-ASS?  *rawharrah*
 WHOSE THE BAD-ASS?
 [now number two] Rawwwaahrah
 [he practiced the snake style
  he was known as the snake spirit] YEAHhhhhh

 Verse Five: Buddah Monk

 Lyrics, never waitin, twelve days, penetrated
 When I come with the ruffness, mad niggaz try to rush this
 Slip into my killings, then I slays and you're helpless
 When I try to stay sick, it's yacub grafted six
 Calm for the kill, knowing the style that's ill
 When I drop, lyric skills, brothers say, Buddah chill!!

 Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard

 I don't need to rhyme no more, niggaz know, yo!
 To all the Wu-Tang Clan members
 The Ghostface Killer, the GZA, the RZA, the Ol Dirty Bastard
 The Method Man, the Chef - Raekwon, Inspector Deck, U-God
 Yo
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