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