Dirty & Stinkin' Lyrics - The Trials And Tribulations Of Russell Jones - Ol' Dirty Bastard

[ODB:] 

Yo, this ain't a Wu-Tang type slang, know what I'm sayin? 

I wanna just represent the whole Clan 

you know what I'm sayin? 

The GZA, Prince Rakeem, you know what I'm sayin?, Ghostface Killah 

Shallah Raekwon, Inspectah Deck, Baby-U, Method Man, 12 O'Clock 

Dirty O', 62nd Assassinater, know what I'm sayin?, style is coming 

Boom 

This recorded and it's dirty and it's stinkin', funkier than regular 

Abuse, so I was thinkin' - about, droppin' this single on the charts 

lettin ya know, hey! - the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being 

Dope, but in my last jam, didn't slep on my notes 

You thought that I was weak, huh?, let me speak 

My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet, so listen mister 

Don't you ever forget the rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it 

With Comet, for even more axe, some try Ajax 

Only mix with the best, 48-tract-ya 

I get down with the 8 sole sounds 

Lyrics that be flowin' from miless around, so let the music 

Shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut, now I make ya fall to ya rutt 

[62nd Assassin:] 

Cabush!!!!, can I get up? - Oof!! - Crazy Stouf!! 

Mad chamerz comin' at ya!, a 62nd Assassiner, strap into ya staminer 

A hardcore freakin' avenor, tearin' up the vibe for set 

Wit the mystery of Chess, -Boxin' at your mutherfuckin' text 

Then ya slip, when I flip, only on that combatic shit 

Rhymes comin straight from the fuckin' pits, so toggle up 

Don't puddle up, better yet just duck, I'm callin all earth-forms 

Huh!, I don't play games, I make pain, or migraines 

Stick it to ya ass like pain's, who in the hell did, ever drop shit 

Rammin' the mic, with 5 fingers of death, then bombed shit 

Like big momma, ya long gone, along with desert storm 

But have ya not heard, Word is bond 

[ODB:] 

62nd Assassinator, comin' at a theatre near you 

It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yeah 

It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yo 

It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yes 

It's Dirty and it's Stinkin' 

(I wanna tell ya somthin') 

Yo!, Let me continue, verse number 2, style is wild, dirty stinkin 

Like (? - doodoo), If ya hangin' around, ya change ya mind 

It is a bad influence, but yo!, it's my rhyme 

I sit down and I say to myself (self), yo 

are you ready to top ya self? 

I drop the single for you to get a dose of, As I lay back 

Like a pillow on a sofa, gettin' paid?, yehhh!, right, would it? 

Why asking me, G? what, what, what, what, you know me 

My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee, taste like a forty 

Stinkin' like Old-E'!, but I drink Ol' English so I speak Ol' English 

You gotta be Dirty and Stinkish, and if it's not, well I guess I'm not 

The A-S-O-N my friends 

It's Dirty and it's Stinkin' 

It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Baby 

It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', Yes 

It's Dirty and it's Stinkin', I said 

It's Dirty and it's Stinkin' 

It's Dirty and it's Stinkin' 

Over and over 

Wu-Tang comin through ya town