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Artist : Ol' Dirty Bastard f/ Macy Gray, Method Man, Raekwon

Title : Intoxicated

Album : N/A

Genre : Hip Hop

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[Chorus: Macy Gray]

Intoxicated and I'm faded, by your honey

Why, we finally made it, got to lovin'

Money, seeds and shine

They wanna hate it, try to break it

But it's yours and mine

Nothing can change it, finally made it, so divine

[Raekwon]

Yo, I sat around the illest villains

Campaignin' while we all G off

Automatic mayors, now we ain't playin'

Wolves start scheemin', violate me in the rain

Get more respect, rob Marvin Gaye on 'em

Gold, black, beige on 'em, heavy gauge

Gettin' blazed, all that money, but he ain't even shaved

This a new flavor, bigger vets, bigger begets

Bigger papes, god damn it, nigga got saved

Three or more, two thousand four Blazers

Lookin' good, it's all hood, just analyze amazed

Peace, let's mozy and swaze', y'all

Then count real bank and thank 'em, hit me on the page, what

[Chorus]

[Method Man]

Yo, I was born on the same day as Dr. Seuss

Plenty of friends, henny and gin, who got the juice?

Let's get drunk, in this motherfucker, let's get pumped

I need that funk, like I ain't took a bath in a month

You can find me where the thugs be at, club be at

A fact, I love women, cuz they love me back

The name's Johnny, they used to call me sucker for love

But now I'm grimey, cops searchin' motherfuckers for drugs

Give me that buzz, that calm a nigga, dimes and doves

At four twenty, when niggaz knew what time it was

A shot of Remy, in my system, I'm buzzed

Then baby, I ain't just a little war from unplugged

Haha, you know I, crack myself up, sometimes with no excuses

Like every nigga that done time, I didn't do it

Meth the Magnificent, not Jeff

I see the game done gone imputent, soft and suspect

[Chorus]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Yo, silence on Smith with six shots, lick shots

Leave ya head like a Shaolin monk with six dots

Hit a gush, twistin' a sweet switcher

In search for Bobby the Digital, bitch, not Bobby Fisher

Head full, with a Grey Goose and Redbull

I came for, a beer, weed, plus a bed full

Of dimepiece, model type bitches, who mind they business

Blow my dick, like birthday cake wishes

My warrior's scornful, hard to respond to

Dirt McGirt, be sailin' boat and in Honolulu

Brooklyn Zu, wild like Chaka Zulu

Brooklyn Zu, shots will go right through you

Touch me in Cali, or the streets of Mauwi

In the two thousand six pitch black Audi

Drivin' by bitches, I'm like howdy

Doody, to you some beauty bitches crowd me

[Chorus 2X]