Last Call Lyrics

Last Call



(featuring Master Fool)



[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

This recordin is Dirty and it's Stinkin

Funkier than Peppi Le Pew so I was thinkin, about

droppin this single on the charts, lettin ya know

hey, the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being

dope, but in my last jam, niggaz slept on my notes

You thought that I was weak? Huh? Let me speak

My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet

So listen mister, don't you ever forget

the rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it

with Comet, for even Wolrex, some tried Ajax

Only mix with the best, forty-eight tracks

Yo, I get down with the Ason sounds

Lyrics that be flowin from miles around

So let the music shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut

Now I make ya fall to ya butt



[Master Fool]

Ho-ho-hold up, Master Fool

Takin' it on down, jugga-jugga-ju

Fall on ya butt, ya ass gon' hurt

They call us WINGWORM cuz we mastered this dirt

I act like a drunk but I'm out for the dough

I mastered the funk, Dirt mastered the ho's

Only Master play the Fool, I worked hard and paid my dues

Tony Snatcher played the fool

And man meater eater played the bone

I come in the club with no ID

They gon' have to close the club up messin wit me

Up.. Dirty and Stinkin stuff

It's that Dirty dick NUH with the Stinkin nuts

Last Call now drink it up

Me and Dirt want a pound for some Stinkin stuff



[Chorus x2: 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]

Yo, let me continue, verse number two

Style is wild, dirty and stinkin like doo-doo

If ya hangin around, ya changed ya mind

It is a bad influence, but yo it's my rhyme

I sit down and I say to myself, "Self

yo, are you rated top the shelf?"

I drop the single for you to get a dose of

As I lay back like a pillow on a sofa

Gettin paid? Yeah right, Willy

Why askin me, G? What? What? What? What? You know me

My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee

Taste like a forty, Stinkin like Old-E



[Master Fool]

Fool in this bitch, where the fuck is the drinks?

No open bar!?! Where the fuck is the drinks?

That bitch over there with her man tuckin his link

All strip club bitches straight clutchin his mink

Niggaz official, big guns, wavin the pistol

My dogs lookin for the brew now we bitin the gristle

(Stop fuckin with them guns son you playin too much)

Catch a charge drinkin bro', I ain't playin too rough

Fucks! Lay in the cuts and hug the butts

Grab a big five whether you a scrub or not

Robbery, robbery, pop, pop, poppin like a glock

Robbery, robbery, drop, drop, drop it like it's hot



[Chorus x4]



[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo

Heard Master singin that shit?

Stinkin blue Palmaid..

Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo..