Pop Sh*t (dirt Mcgirt) Lyrics - Singles - The Neptunes Present Clones

1-2, 1-2, 1-2 (guess who's raw?) 

Yeah mothafucker, you know who it is 

Ol' Dirty Bastard a.k.a. Dirt McGirt 

Killin' anything that moves [x2] 

You know what time it is 

Neptunes mothafucker.. The Neptunes 

Yo 1-2, 1-2 (yeah this shit don't stop!) 

[Ol' Dirty Bastard] 

Plug it up, cocaine make ya speakers blow 

Party amps gettin' sniffed up now wit it too 

When there's somethin' in my camp, a wireless amp 

High as a ramp, speak to Wu like stamp 

The wet got me damp, pussy darker than lamp 

Moses you don't wanna 'ttempt, I see all fans 

I'm too drunk too, now you like "Move!" 

Coked out in Peru, in hair/here like shampoo 

Small like snubs, camera to you scrubs 

Kinda like stubs, confidential at the club 

Sniff buds like Rule, I fast Ghost like Wu 

Get CREAM like tube, burn ya fast food 

Appeared in rude, we'll take ya panties off nude 

Yes and renewed, big guns and clued 

Bitch I'm loose like Lugz, Dirty to the litter bug 

Girls you like hugs? I don't like thugs 

[Chorus: Pharrell (ODB)] 

Pop shit, bitch what's wrong? 

Pop shit, nigga what's wrong? 

(Take my drink it's about to get..) OOH! 

(Take my drink it's about to get..) OOH! 

(Me and my niggaz about to get...) SUED! 

(Me and my niggaz about to stop..) YOU! 

[Ol' Dirty Bastard] 

Aiyo all this shit is from the ghetto 

Smoke Palmetto, sing like Peno 

Carry the Heathrows, scared of police though 

They tried to kill O. in prison yo! 

Had me turned out, drunk is all about 

I got this money pourin' out the stout 

I'm a loud mouth, drunk party is out 

Play this music on every route 

Follow Dirty, I'm the WhiteOut 

Catch bitches like trout, get drunk, won't stop 

I'm gettin' this money, called gettin' honey 

Streets of Brooklyn and ain't a damn thing funny 

Have a day sunny, bitches put me in ya tummy 

I'm the nigga on the cross burnin' about 20 

Go me a bunny lookin' good and funny 

All you niggaz, is straight crash dummies 

[Chorus] 

[Ol' Dirty Bastard] 

I was checkin' out my melody before The Blueprint 

Felony, a nuisance, huggin' me and my two cents 

Don't double the six takes, never did a mixtape 

But rather a chick take but waste any weather we get cake 

I let rats have it, fuck these rap faggots! 

Everybody want the kid dead like Pat Garrett 

I'm a goon, speak with a mellow tone 

Rock yellow stones, gun longer than a broom! 

'cause felon on the ride is long due and soon 

Out again like boom, government comin' soon 

Anything less is uncivilized like it tastes mad 

I'm a shoot a youth's Sajak, cooler than a mayback 

Arubu known to collect, twistin' up that haze black 

And Backwood on that, hoodrat, I stay strapped 

P.P., don't carry that weight 

Nigga redhead, fuck with chicks if their head straight 

[Chorus] 

[Outro: ODB] 

Yeah you know what time it is 

It's that new shit 

Dirt McGirt, Neptunes