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