Brooklyn Zoo II (Tiger Crane) lyrics

[Intro: Ol' Dirty bast*rd & Raekwon]
One, two, one, two
You taping this?
All types of sh*t, yo, let that sh*t ride
Blue moon
Word to mother
Turn up the microphone
You saw me standing alone
Do all that good sh*t
One, two, one, two
Do all that good sh*t
One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two
Without a dream in my heart
sh*t
Yo, yo, check this out, check the joint
This is strictly for the radio
Yo, I just want all y'all to know
The reason why I curse is because my mama and my daddy
They grew up cursing (Woo)
So please respect my style, please, please
I'll grab the mic and I will damage you, cut your whole stamin-ooh
Oh, sh*t, nah
I'll grab the mic and I will damage you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiner
One verse, then you out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniff—
The right amount
Y-yo, Dirty, ah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Bring it back, come on)
[Verse 1: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
I'll grab the mic and I will damage you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examiner
One verse, then you're out for the count
Bring the ammonia, make sure he sniff the right amount
Wake you up and then I ask you how do you attend this
Competition to get an ass-kicking so tremendous?
Ah, you shouldn't bother this
Leave me alone, like a son, he'll be fatherless
I got the Asiatic flow mixed with disco
Roll up on the scene like the Count of Monte Crisco
And MCs start to vanish
I rolled up on a jet-black kid, the n*gga started speaking Spanish
Yo, you wasn't from Panama
I asked you how you get so f*cking dark, you said, "Suntan-ama"
You responded so fast, you made me laugh
Ha-ha-ha, ah, scared your ass
Kicked the hundred strongest rhymes, then I brought out the punk in him
Roll up with the strong five deadly venoms
Told you, enter the Wu-Tang
Witness the Shaolin slang that crush any sh*t you brang
I watch your ass take a big fall, why?
My main source is like a friendly game of stickball
And as you step up to bat, man, I play the Riddler
You try to Jew me for my n*gga, I'll change to Hitler
I'll go out like a Nazi
Wish your f*ckin' ass stayed home and play Yahtzee
Or watchin' Happy Days, sweating Potsie
With Ralphie and Cunningham, Joni and Chachi
[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, Unique, yo, kid
Check this sh*t out, yo, yo

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Ninety-five n*ggas is wasted, keystone capered
And Wu kept the rap fiends basted
Foaming out the mouthpiece, heads blown like yeast
Murderously, I do shows and perform in Greece
It's not magic, gaming is the gadget
World classic, big national, hot tracks, geographics
Lampin' in my own zone, my physical show
Inhale bones, Tony Stark for the diamond in Rome
He's convincing, labeled one-man rap convention
The n*gga that'll gun down eighty Frenchmen
Lead vocalist, music specialist, rap arsonist
I deal with sharpness, plus spark the hardest individual
I plant crimes inside vocals
My rap's like my passport, my life's my proof
Hit the sunroof, be out like a wandering dream
Settle and get startled off of verbal hygiene, my n*gga (Yeah)

[Interlude: Ol' Dirty bast*rd & GZA]
Back, but forgot the chainsaw
And when I perform a massacre
Better be comin' with some motherf*ckin' sh*t that's spectacular
Come on, can I get a, "Wu-Tang?"
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, it's on your brain
He ain't sayin' nothin', f*ck him
I'm the one-man army, Ason
I never been tooken out
My mama taught me this ****
And my daddy learned from my mama
Which is good
Which is good
Sweet sugar pie
I admire true n*ggas like Dre and Snoop
Chamber number nine, verse thirty-two
Only speaks about Brooklyn Zoo
That—
[Bridge: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Shame on you when you step through to
Ol' Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
Ol' Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
What? My nuh
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty bast*rd, Brooklyn Zoo
To the West Coast
To the East Coast
To the North Coast
To the South
When you take North, East, West, South, put it all together and it spell, "News"
Then you got the old rhythm, bast*rd blues
And you don't stop
So keep your sh*t, motherf*cker, f*cker, f*cker

[Outro: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Word up, louder
Represent, how do we do?
What is good with everybody? Yo, number one, is the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherf*ckin' house?
Yeah
Man, come on, man, with that bullsh*t
Is the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherf*ckin' house?
f*ck is goin' on?
n*ggas from Brooklyn don't f*ckin', we don't scream like that
n*ggas don't yell like that
Motherf*ckers, is the Brooklyn Zoo in the motherf*ckin' house?
sh*t, is Uptown in the motherf*ckin' house?
Yo, f*ck that sh*t
Is my Black n*ggas and n*ggarettes in the motherf*ckin' house? (Yeah)
sh*t is live here at the Q, man
But, yo, ayy, and what I can't understand, man—
A n*gga gotta get drunk
Uh, look, Ol' Dirty in the— I got my Brooklyn Zu n*ggas here tonight
Uh-huh
You know what I'm saying?
And these n*ggas ain't no motherf*ckin' joke (Uh-huh)
They playin' 'em a fool with the next record
What the f*ck goin' down, Chucky?
Give me some love, n*gga
f*ck them n*ggas
Yo, check it out, yo
I'ma get busy for y'all n*ggas and n*ggarettes tonight
Uh-huh
You know what I'm saying?
But a n*gga as sober as a priest and a n*gga gotta get drunk first
So y'all keep continuing this fat sh*t
Yo, I wanna give 'nough respect to everybody that's coming here and doing this sh*t
You know what I'm saying?
But, yo, my man the bandit over here, he gon' have sh*t rollin' for y'all
On the real side, man
I brought the hardcore
n*ggas gotta go
Keep it real
n*ggas gon' get drunk, n*ggas gotta go
Life can f*ck— Life can really f*ck a n*gga up sometime and sh*t
When you— When you drunk, you— All you can see is f*cking light, man
That's all I know and that's all I see
Yeah
Let me move the f*ck over here
Yo, yo
We the n*ggas who stay jammin' sh*t
Yo, I give 'nough respect to n*ggas that got up here, man
But, yo, I'd be lying if a b*tch ain't f*cking hear us, man
You know what I'm saying?
n*ggas coming into this rap game and sh*t and motherf*ckers actually think this f*cking rap game is a f*cking joke
Word up
Let me explain to y'all about how the f*ck rap is
See, rap to me is like my b*tch, right? My b*tch
She f*ck another n*gga and I get mad and I wanna kill the b*tch and I wanna kill the n*gga
See, this is how you must step up to the motherf*ckin' microphone