Lyrics:
Ol Dirty Bastard Last Call

2: Master Fool] Last Call for alcohol, everybody out the bar Get ya back up off the wall People.. ohh.. ohh.. people.. ohh.. ohh [Ol' Dirty Bastard]

chill! I don't need to rhyme no more, niggaz know To all the Wu Tang clan members The Ghostface Killer, the Gza, the Rza, the Ol' Dirty Bastard The Method

still got more hoes than a pimp And score more points than Shawn Kemp Keepin' powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut Ol' Dirty Bastard

gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster With them and I for black gangster (huh, I'm from the click called N.I.B.) [Ol' Dirty Bastard] But

mobster Cop the Boxster, drop the top and squat Switchin' through lanes, this is the group thing Cause this is Wu-Tang and Horseshoe Gang, what up? [Chorus 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard

(feat. Drunken Dragon, Ol' Dirty Bastard) [ODB] Yeah yeah (come on) Ahahahhhahaha Minds Start to freeze at ease (ah na Nigga) Its the Wu-Tang Killa

a microphone But if you wanna run on up, like you TOUGH I call your bluff, and blow you down with my hardcore Stuff, I shine like twenty-four carat [Ol' Dirty Bastard

mobster Cop the Boxster, drop the top and squat Switchin' through lanes, this is the group thing Cause this is Wu-Tang and Horseshoe Gang, what up? [Chorus 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard