Go Go Go - Ol' Dirty Bastard

Yo East New York in this motherfucker, Blahzay Blah in this motherfucker

Brooklyn in this motherfucker, Dirt Dog in this motherfucker, it’s on point

Come on baby let me you jump, let me see you body rhythm pump

Come on baby let me see you go, let me see you, like go, go, go

Aiyo, my timin' is so precise, gangsta all my life

I don’t get robbed, I control the heist

Cold as ice, still nothing, this whole device

Life’s a gamble, so I roll the dice

I camed up, still I’m up and coming

Auto start, put on my sneaks, truck is running

Bad broads, that’s beyond Beyonce

Eatin' on my body like a dinner entree

What ya’ll critics gonna say, don’t even risk it

Forget Pillsbury, eat this Blah Blah biscuit

Ya’ll watered down the game, man, like bar liquor

It’s nothin' for me, I just buy the bar quicker

Oh my God, nigga, I’m in the house, and I’m rowdy

He been doin' this since five thousand on an Audi

Remember «Danger!»

Yo, ya’ll know Blah

This is grown under water, ya’ll ain’t even in my sonar

The east is in the house like (danger)

About to, turn it out like «Oh My God» (danger)

Put the barrel in your mouth like (danger)

I see the dipper through a blouse, it’s «Oh My God» (danger)

Me and Dirty on the floor like (danger)

Me and Dirty pimpin' ho’s like «Oh My God»

So then you act like you love my little baby

And you know that I act a little crazy

I’m on the streets lingo, spendin' the spingo

Eazy-E lingo, doin' the dango, the vet' don’t wear Kangol

I dare pump my shit, at the club, actin' strange, yo

Smack ya’ll niggas in the face, yo

Got wiggas in the place, yo, block party in this motherfucker

I’m the only round actin' like sucka, sucka bitch ass pucker

So don’t play this motherfucker, or watch you bird clucker

So don’t let yourself break yourself

With the sip and tumble, that will take yourself

I move with that heat that smoke you in your head, man

The shit war, time to take, man, take man

East/West beef is over, gettin' money all over

Set up shop in Cali, then one in deli Dover

Music, or sellin' crack by the Grove

I ain’t talkin' about dick, but I’mma stock it to hoes

I’m not gonna grow, I’m the type to explode

Hit this song to walk back in it, then it’s gon' be white gold

Eatin' wild timing, ya’ll know it’s my title

I burn more bushes than Moses in the Bible

But hates gon' Holly, pimpin’s gon' Broadway

So many pimps, broads don’t know who to pay

But ya’ll better have my dough

Come on baby, just go go go

Yo, I once was lost, but now I flaunt

2004 Porsche, all you haters get off

I will board-to-the-board, the-hang-the-hang

Down to the ground, to the ground, they bang, they bang