Lyrics:

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 laying around, scopin' each other 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 (cmon)
(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
It go back like coal ovens and ice boxes
(Murder Avenue L trains, Broadway blackouts
Brooklyn Zu keep history, fam shake the trends
Five-hundred years of hard-working bodies
Voicebox 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)
Picking up the pieces!!

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, look, 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)