Caked Up - Ol' Dirty Bastard

Yo, this Dirt McGirt representin' Brooklyn

We gettin' ready to wreck shit up, downtown, uptown

(Boroughs, ya’ll niggas better know it’s something) Wu-Tang, bitch

(Get ya fuckin' head punched ya fuckin' shoulders, duke

This is how we do, everyday, blast through your motherfuckin' speaker, nigga)

Bastards!

Uh, we be so caked up, ya’ll best wake up

It’s just us and we livin' this up

We sip that cognac, then lean far back

It’s just us, and we flippin' the truck

Don’t be so gassed up, be foul, assed up

When them coroners, pickin' you up

First you was in a black tux, now you all axed up

You smashed what, like you givin' it up

I’m good with them free throws, like I play ball

When the war is on, it’s McGirt that you call

The last man standing, heavy with the cannon

Come through on a bike, with a bulletproof, prancin'

Leave you in your pearl, put you on the porch, dancin'

And leave your brains on the back of a white shirt

While they playin' some old school shit by Al and Bert

(To all my bitches that smell like perfume, Dirt McGirt be here for you baby)

I’m not gonna stop til I’m under the dirt

You can never be as half as me

Cuz one thing’ll lead to another, cock sucker, melt ya knees

And make sure that your casket’s deep

Cuz my trigger finger’s itchin' like Athlete’s feet

So stand wise, when you meet the chief

And watch your movements in the circle of the ultra-beast

I’m that nigga that’ll culture speak

Whose gon' ride, whose gon' die, divorce your peeps

It get’s worse on the down reaking

So please, dog, do you a favor, move from around me

Cuz I set my boundaries, you wanna know where I’m from

Ask Bust' where he found me, true B

Paper chasin', Franklin' raping

And for sure, I’m gonna make my statement

And believe that the shit is taken

Cuz the gun, playin' long, like vacations

We lay the law down, motherfucker

Big Moses in the motherfucker house

Any way that nigga go out, that’s how the nigga go out

Grand capo