[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yeah, ahh, yeah, baby c'mon C'mon, c'mon... baby c'mon... break it down
[Chorus: GZA (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] Take it back to Brooklyn (Take it back to Brooklyn) Take it back to Brooklyn (Take it back to Brooklyn) Take it back to Brooklyn (Take it back to Brooklyn) Take it back to Brooklyn (Take it back to Brooklyn)
[Ol' Dirty Bastard] I get riggy diggy raw when it's time to get On the dance floor, hot rhyme funky shit Niggas always wanna step to me Thinking is he really raw as he say he be If I wasn't really raw, standing here on the floor You be hearing "Boo; he ain't hardcore" Then you play like you live up, won't survive Coming in popping all that jive, but can't get a vibe I'm an average man, G-O-D fam Let it be known it's the jam, Wu-Tang Clan Coming through, and threw you boys back So throw ya hands in the air, and then you don't care Who, the Ol' Dirty Bastard be or by You be hopping on my shit just like a fly Bzzzzz, all around, this dirty and stinking sound down to the ground What, what, what you wanna do, what you wanna do when I'm coming for you I'm gonna give it to ya, baby, baby, baby
[GZA] Wu-Tanging, flip and ah' scripting You can test my skills, but niggas must be tripping Coked up, I'm sniffing, clip and wanna piffing I'm not old, peace, so save that old shit for Andy Griffin You start to flip, now you slip, cuz you flipping While you sleep, I be the God on pimp like Scottie Pippen As I jump on stage, cold rip or flip a, show Trip or rip a, ho, play like Bo Jackson, while I'm taxing, I'm asking Relaxing, flip backs in, laying tracks in...