Last Call Lyrics - Ol' Dirty Bastard

[Ol' Dirty Bastard] 

This recording is Dirty and it's Stinking 

Funkier than Peppi Le Pew so I was thinking, about 

Dropping this single on the charts, letting ya know 

Hey, the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being 

Dope, but in my last jam, niggas slept 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 Wolrex, some tried Ajax 

Only mix with the best, forty-eight tracks 

Yo, I get down with the Ason sounds 

Lyrics that be flowing from miles around 

So let the music shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut 

Now I make ya fall to ya butt 

[Master Fool] 

Ho-ho-hold up, Master Fool 

Takin' it on down, jugga-jugga-ju 

Fall on ya butt, ya ass goin' hurt 

They call us wingworm'cause we mastered this dirt 

I act like a drunk but I'm out for the dough 

I mastered the funk, Dirt mastered the ho's 

Only Master play the Fool, I worked hard and paid my dues 

Tony Snatcher played the fool 

And man meater eater played the bone 

I come in the club with no ID 

They gon' have to close the club up messing with me 

Up, Dirty and Stinking stuff 

It's that Dirty dick NUH with the Stinking nuts 

Last Call now drink it up 

Me and Dirt want a pound for some Stinking stuff 

[Chorus: x2 Master Fool] 

Last Call for alcohol, everybody out the bar 

Get ya back up off the wall 

People, oh, oh, people oh oh 

[Ol' Dirty Bastard] 

Yo, let me continue, verse number two 

Style is wild, dirty and stinking like doo-doo 

If ya hanging around, ya changed 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 rated top the shelf?' 

I drop the single for you to get a dose of 

As I lay back like a pillow on a sofa 

Getting paid? Yeah right, Willy 

Why asking me, G? What? What? What? What? You know me 

My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee 

Taste like a forty, Stinking like Old-E 

[Master Fool] 

Fool in this bitch, where the fuck is the drinks? 

No open bar! Where the fuck is the drinks? 

That bitch over there with her man tucking his link 

All strip club bitches straight clutching his mink 

Niggas official, big guns, waving the pistol 

My dogs lookin for the brew now we biting the gristle 

(Stop fucking with them guns son you playing too much) 

Catch a charge drinking bro', I ain't playing too rough 

Fucks! Lay in the cuts and hug the butts 

Grab a big five whether you a scrub or not 

Robbery, robbery, pop, pop, popping like a glock 

Robbery, robbery, drop, drop, drop it like it's hot 

[Chorus x4] 

[ Ol' Dirty Bastard] 

Heard Master singing that shit? 

Stinking blue Palmaid