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Caked It Up (ft Baby Sham) Lyrics - Osirus - Ol' Dirty Bastard

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Baby Sham)] 

Yo, this Dirt McGirt representin' Brooklyn 

We gettin' ready to wreck shit up, downtown, uptown 

(Boroughs, ya'll niggaz 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! 

 

[Chorus: Baby Sham] 

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 

 

[Ol' Dirty Bastard] 

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 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Baby Sham] 

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 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] 

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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