Recognize Lyrics - Nigga Please - Ol' Dirty Bastard

Yo, yo, this is Chris Rock 

You heard my man 

He ain't on no commercial shit 

The O.D.B. 

It ain't the Young D.B. 

It's the Ol' D.B. 

That old shit 

This ain't the Embry-O D.B. 

This is the Ol' mothafuckin D.B. 

I'm Chris Rock, I'm chillin with the O.D.B. 

So I'm the wrong place, at the wrong mothafuckin time 

with the wrong mothafuckin man 

The O.D.B., baby 

All y'all niggas talkin bout commercial song 

This ain't no commercial song 

Straight up, nigga, what? 

Y'all niggas can't fuck with me 

All y'all niggas lovin me 

Mister courageous O.D.B. 

You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P 

You need to recognize 

Yo, what's my name? (You need to recognize) 

Shut the fuck up! (You need to recognize) 

I bring the mothafuckin ruckus 

(You need to recognize) C'mon punk ass niggas 

Uh, nah, nah, I'm just fuckin wit'chall 

(Uh-huh) 

Who get drunk at night till the early morn'? 

Tap dances at the party like it's goin on 

Bitches and niggas all around scopin eachother down 

I'm takin pictures at y'all at the fuckin lounge 

Mad niggas was, gettin drunk at the bar 

I'm throwin Moet bottles, HA HA HA HA HA HA 

It's rowdy outside, I ain't signin shit 

Don't flow bitch, I take your microphone 

You party bitches fallin in line 

with your fat ass stinkin behind 

You don't know who the fuck is here 

I back smack your ass, make pressure appear 

Cuz cold Lucky knockin at your door 

I dedicate that to your source 

Cuz this (Nigga please) is dirty and it's stinkin 

Funkier than (Peppi Le Pew, so I was thinkin) 

I drop you mothafuckin niggas on the (weekend) 

(Lettin you know that) bitch nigga don't start 

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

My rhymes come funkier than your grandfather's feet 

So listen mister, don't you ever forget 

Rhyme dirty, you couldn't even clean it with Comet 

or even Worex, some tried Ajax 

Only mix wit, the back get this track 

Y'all niggas can't fuck with me 

All y'all niggas lovin me 

Mister courageous O.D.B. 

You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P 

You need to recognize, you need to recognize 

You need to recognize, niggas need to recognize 

Uh-huh, uh-huh 

Uh-huh, uh-huh 

Sweet girl, sweet girl 

Each and every day-a, each and every way-a 

See you niggas, most of your strayers 

Stray off from a thing, civilization-a 

Don't understand the true nation-a 

Go back like cold ovens and ice boxes 

(Murder Avenue L trains, Broadway blackouts 

Brooklyn Zu keep history, fam shake the trends 

Five years of workin bodies, voice box hits the shotty 

I move in parties, stickin hotties 

And all you fake mob Gotti's, I push your skirt up 

My shit's so bad I wipe my ass with a burner) 

I said, y'all niggas can't fuck with me 

All y'all niggas lovin me 

Mister courageous O.D.B. 

You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P 

You need to recognize, you need to recognize 

You niggas need to recognize, uh-huh, uh-huh 

Y'all niggas can't fuck with me 

All y'all niggas lovin me 

Mister courageous O.D.B. 

You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P 

You need to recognize, you need to recognize 

Bitches and niggas'll recognize 

Look, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh 

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh