Ol Dirty Bastard - Caught Up lyrics

(feat. Mack 10, Royal Flush)

[Chorus: sample]

Some people get caught up

Some try and get rolled up

Some people... [x9]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass..

The things that you learnt in class is trash

You can't do nothin' wit' it, I put you in the past

You broken motherfuckers, shut the fuck up

I do it 'til you bad luck and head gets plucked

The only thing on your brain is to give me this cash

Stay out of my business 'cause I'm takin' your tash

This struggle on the ming, non of y'all bring

I got y'all in.. flavouring

[Chorus x2]

[Mack 10]

I seem to fuck about a bitch or a crooked ass cop

I'm a burst that, it's dealin', the hustle don't stop

I got stones and hairone, ecstasy and weed

Meth, imphetamine, sherm, sticks and speed

Pay it high wid, dope is all I got to give

I'm a ghetto nigga dog so I get it how I live

Got money, lock 'em off, fuckers still I got drama

Got two strike dog and five baby mamas

With new strain I maintain, I'm ready and willin'

to keep change on niggas brains to keep the blood spillin'

I hate it but it ain't complicated, it's real simple

Fuck with me and know you get a hole in your temple

I ain't gonna play you niggas, I'ma slay you niggas

Don't take but a few figures and a few new triggers

Mack 10 livin' legend, every West coast rhymin'

Straight hoo bangin' gangsta and all rhymin' sodom, it's bad

[Chorus x2]

[Royal Flush]

Shut up, let me talk for a minute, alot of bull shit on my mind

Dealin' with crime, alot of y'all dealin' wid rhymes

Stuck on the grind, crackheads cookin' my pies

Startin' off on the 1-2-5, the block's mine

Bucket the spine, DH tryna tap my line

Stop my producitons, wanna know my money discussions

Who I roll wid, "buy so many cars is he legitin' of my dick"

It didn't matter when I ain't have shit

They done watch me in helicopters, parklin' in my crib

All I wanna feed is my kids, no time to do a bid

Feel me, I forced the whole guns a while for my ones

Didn't sell drugs, where the money come from?

No school, no job, no bitch, no food, fuck that

Do what I do to make my shit true

And I make it hard on them boys who blew they cats charges

If I go to jail you know I'm blowin' on the Sergeants

[Chorus x5]