Recognize (feat. Chris Rock)

Yo, yo, this is Chris Rock
 You heard my man
 He ain't on no commercial shit
 The O.D.B.
 It ain't the Young D.B.
 It's the Ol' D.B.
 That old shit
 This ain't the Embry-O.D.B.
 This is the Ol' mothafuckin D.B.
 I'm Chris Rock, I'm chillin with the O.D.B.
 So I'm the wrong place, at the wrong mothafuckin time
 With the wrong mothafuckin man
 The O.D.B., baby
 All y'all niggas talkin bout commercial song
 This ain't no commercial song
 Straight up, nigga, what?
 Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
 All y'all niggas lovin me
 Mister courageous O.D.B.
 You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P
 You need to recognize
 Yo, what's my name? (You need to recognize)
 Shut the fuck up! (You need to recognize)
 I bring the mothafuckin ruckus
 (You need to recognize) C'mon punk ass niggas
 Uh, nah, nah, I'm just fuckin wit'chall
 (Uh-huh)
 Who get drunk at night till the early morn'?
 Tap dances at the party like it's goin on
 Bitches and niggas all around scopin eachother down
 I'm takin pictures at y'all at the fuckin lounge
 Mad niggas was, gettin drunk at the bar
 I'm throwin Moet bottles, HA HA HA HA HA HA
 It's rowdy outside, I ain't signin shit
 Don't flow bitch, I take your microphone
 You party bitches fallin in line
 With your fat ass stinkin behind
 You don't know who the fuck is here
 I back smack your ass, make pressure appear
 'cause cold Lucky knockin at your door
 I dedicate that to your source
 'cause this (Nigga please) is dirty and it's stinkin
 Funkier than (Peppi Le Pew, so I was thinkin)
 I drop you mothafuckin niggas on the (weekend)
 (Lettin you know that) bitch nigga don't start
 You thought that I was weak? Huh, let me speak
 My rhymes come funkier than your grandfather's feet
 So listen mister, don't you ever forget
 Rhyme dirty, you couldn't even clean it with Comet
 Or even Worex, some tried Ajax
 Only mix wit, the back get this track
 Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
 All y'all niggas lovin me
 Mister courageous O.D.B.
 You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P
 You need to recognize, you need to recognize
 You need to recognize, niggas need to recognize
 Uh-huh, uh-huh
 Uh-huh, uh-huh
 Sweet girl, sweet girl
 Each and every day-a, each and every way-a
 See you niggas, most of your strayers
 Stray off from a thing, civilization-a
 Don't understand the true nation-a
 Go back like cold ovens and ice boxes
 (Murder Avenue L trains, Broadway blackouts
 Brooklyn Zu keep history, fam shake the trends
 Five years of workin bodies, voice box hits the shotty
 I move in parties, stickin hotties
 And all you fake mob Gotti's, I push your skirt up
 My shit's so bad I wipe my ass with a burner)
 I said, y'all niggas can't fuck with me
 All y'all niggas lovin me
 Mister courageous O.D.B.
 You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P
 You need to recognize, you need to recognize
 You niggas need to recognize, uh-huh, uh-huh
 Y'all niggas can't fuck with me
 All y'all niggas lovin me
 Mister courageous O.D.B.
 You need to recognize he's a P-I-M-P
 You need to recognize, you need to recognize
 Bitches and niggas'll recognize
 Look, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
 Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh