D. Original

Lyrics for D. Original

Dirty rotten, rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Dirty rot-rot-rot-rotten s- (rotten s-) Dirty rotten, rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Dirty rot-rot-rot-rotten s- (rotten s-) Dirty rotten, rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Dirty rot-rot-rot-rotten s- (rotten s-) Dirty rotten, rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Dirty rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Dirty rotten scoundrel, that's what I'm called on the street Could connive and cheat but rarely get beat Ya see I'm streetwise, a con-game pro Kickin' the Bobby bullshit, too smart for Willie Bobo Not stressin' five-o, hot hand in cee-lo Live in the land of crooks, yes, Brooklyn's the borough Homicide central, East New York Where the manic, depressive psycho murderers stalk Walk like a ninja on the asphalt Here talk is cheap, you're outlined in chalk And there's more hard times than on Good Times And most niggas dedicate their life to crime So I'm steady schemin', won't work for a dime Used to get tax free loot all the time (all the) Type slick can't fess on 'Ru because I'm the original dirty rotten scoundrel Dirty rotten, rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Dirty rot-rot-rot-rotten s- (rotten s-) Dirty rotten, rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Dirty rot-rot-rot-rotten s- (rotten s-) Dirty rotten, rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Dirty rot-rot-rot-rotten s- (rotten s-) Dirty rotten, rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Dirty rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Before trains were graffiti-proof, I used to get loose Dirty rotten since the days of the deuce Dirty because of the skin I'm in The fact I have melanin automatically makes me a felon Even though I'm righteous, rotten's what you're yellin' But I'm not chain-snatchin', or drug-sellin' According to your books you said I would be damned like Ham Scoundrel opposite of the king that I am But wanna get funny, we can get bummy Take you to the East and back again, money Filthy putrefied trick, step past your sister Challenge the Damaja, and you'll be history Mortal Kombat fatality, the original don't sing no R&B Nasty MC deity Chop off domes with the poems that come out of my pineal Gland, as I expand, you know who I am (am) Dirty rotten, rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Dirty rot-rot-rot-rotten s- (rotten s-) Dirty rotten, rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Dirty rot-rot-rot-rotten s- (rotten s-) Dirty rotten, rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Dirty rot-rot-rot-rotten s- (rotten s-) Dirty rotten, rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Dirty rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Father of all stylin', I be wildin' on wax We hack shit up like big ax and little ax Don't need toast to make you jump like bungee Tracks real muddy, like Brooklyn's real grungy When I come through, I clog up your sewer Peep the maneuver, drop the ill manure So bring Mr. Clean, Drano, and Roto Rooter No matter what you do, you can't get through the Crud that comes out of your system You're another victim of Dirty Rotten Dirt up in your grill, so what ya gonna do? But pay homage to (homage to) Dirty rotten, rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Dirty rot-rot-rot-rotten s- (rotten s-) Dirty rotten, rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Dirty rot-rot-rot-rotten s- (rotten s-) Dirty rotten, rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Dirty rot-rot-rot-rotten s- (rotten s-) Dirty rotten, rotten scoundrels (scoundrels) Dirty rotten scoundrels Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty (dirty)