CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Goin’ Down (2020 Remaster)
Hell, remember when we was young
And we used to go
Punch Call
No, remember when we used to say who could do this the longest
I am the U-N-I, The Q-U-E, the G to the O-D
I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man called Unique G
Well, my name is known all over the world
To the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I go down in history
As the baddest brother that ever could be
Y'all crazy and sh*t
I mean y'all get high, and y'all get drunk
And y'all come mouthing around to see Ol' Dirty b*st*rd perform
I like your motherf**king style
Yo, and I'd like to thank all the DJs across the country for playing my sh*t
And I'd also like to thank all you underground motherf**kers for keeping it real
But I wanna know who's in the motherf**king house
There's Queens in the house, there's uptown in the house
Boogiedown rocks, are you in the house?
Are you in the house?
Brooklyn Zoo in the house, Stylin' Al, are you in the house?
To the west coast, are you in the house?
To the east coast, are you in the house?
You couldn't show me
Didn't know me
How to be a true MC
My advantage on the M-I-C is the slang
That I manifest so you could never hang
Obviously you know my name by now
I done thrown stupid parties all through your town
Dirt McGirt, that's my motherf**king name
Love to flirt, that's my motherf**king game
They said, "Who wanna be an MC?"
I'm the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream's my specialty
See my style, different from yours
Make young b*t*h wanna drop the drawers
f**k that bullsh*t, Unique
You my motherf**king husband
I ain't got no f**king time for them b*t*hes
f**k that sh*t, you better come home with me
You f**kin', you better bring your motherf**king ass home tonight, motherf**ker
I ain't got no time for no motherf**kin' b*t*hes calling my motherf**king house with that bullsh*t
You got three f**king babies to take care of
f**k that sh*t
Somewhere over the rainbow
Why oh why? (Hear me now, yeah)
Style funky, you know that's me
Fear no evil, one man army
Down for mine when I go on tour
Throw your hands in the air if you want more
Style is evil like a wicked witch
With the microphone spit, funky as a b*t*h
Which is which, makes me nasty nasty
Next sittin' on the mic is the rappin' nuh
You want some of the Ason's gun
Shoot the n***a, blaow, reaches no one
Then you know not to touch my ho
I like livin' my own f**kin' show
And we used to go
Punch Call
No, remember when we used to say who could do this the longest
I am the U-N-I, The Q-U-E, the G to the O-D
I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man called Unique G
Well, my name is known all over the world
To the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I go down in history
As the baddest brother that ever could be
Y'all crazy and sh*t
I mean y'all get high, and y'all get drunk
And y'all come mouthing around to see Ol' Dirty b*st*rd perform
I like your motherf**king style
Yo, and I'd like to thank all the DJs across the country for playing my sh*t
And I'd also like to thank all you underground motherf**kers for keeping it real
But I wanna know who's in the motherf**king house
There's Queens in the house, there's uptown in the house
Boogiedown rocks, are you in the house?
Are you in the house?
Brooklyn Zoo in the house, Stylin' Al, are you in the house?
To the west coast, are you in the house?
To the east coast, are you in the house?
You couldn't show me
Didn't know me
How to be a true MC
My advantage on the M-I-C is the slang
That I manifest so you could never hang
Obviously you know my name by now
I done thrown stupid parties all through your town
Dirt McGirt, that's my motherf**king name
Love to flirt, that's my motherf**king game
They said, "Who wanna be an MC?"
I'm the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream's my specialty
See my style, different from yours
Make young b*t*h wanna drop the drawers
f**k that bullsh*t, Unique
You my motherf**king husband
I ain't got no f**king time for them b*t*hes
f**k that sh*t, you better come home with me
You f**kin', you better bring your motherf**king ass home tonight, motherf**ker
I ain't got no time for no motherf**kin' b*t*hes calling my motherf**king house with that bullsh*t
You got three f**king babies to take care of
f**k that sh*t
Somewhere over the rainbow
Why oh why? (Hear me now, yeah)
Style funky, you know that's me
Fear no evil, one man army
Down for mine when I go on tour
Throw your hands in the air if you want more
Style is evil like a wicked witch
With the microphone spit, funky as a b*t*h
Which is which, makes me nasty nasty
Next sittin' on the mic is the rappin' nuh
You want some of the Ason's gun
Shoot the n***a, blaow, reaches no one
Then you know not to touch my ho
I like livin' my own f**kin' show
