Last Call
Ol’ Dirty Bastard Lyrics

This recordin is Dirty and it's Stinkin
The recording is gritty and raw, with a rough quality that adds to its authenticity

Funkier than Peppi Le Pew so I was thinkin, about droppin this single on the charts, lettin ya know hey, the kid has heart
The funk of this song is so strong that it rivals Peppi Le Pew's odor, and the artist wants to drop it on the charts to show that he has true talent and heart

I never deny myself as being dope, but in my last jam, niggaz slept on my notes
The artist knows he has skill, but in his last song, people didn't appreciate his talent

You thought that I was weak? Huh? Let me speak My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet
The artist is not weak and wants to speak his truth. His rhymes are even stronger than the funk of his grandfather's 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
The rhymes are gritty and raw and can't be cleaned with any household cleaner, not even Comet, Wolrex, or Ajax

Only mix with the best, forty-eight tracks Yo, I get down with the Ason sounds Lyrics that be flowin from miles around
The artist only collaborates with the best, and his lyrics flow so smoothly that they can be heard for miles around

So let the music shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut Now I make ya fall to ya butt
The music is so powerful that it will make listeners quiet down and take notice. The artist will then deliver a blow so strong that it will knock them off their feet

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 'cause we mastered this dirt
The artist, along with his group, has mastered the gritty style of their music so well that it will knock listeners off their feet

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
The artist might act wild, but really, he's just in it for the money. He's the master of the funk while his partner handles the women. Only the masters of their craft can act so wild and still make it big

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
The artist is so well-known that he doesn't even need an ID to get into the club. He's dirty and raw, a real man's man

Last Call now drink it up Me and Dirt want a pound for some Stinkin stuff
It's last call at the bar, so the artist and his partner want to get another drink before it's too late, and they're willing to pay for it with some of their raw, gritty talents

Last Call for alcohol, everybody out the bar Get ya back up off the wall People. ohh. ohh. people. ohh. ohh
The bar is closing, and everyone needs to leave. Move away from the wall and head out into the night

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?"
The artist continues with his second verse, which has a wild, gritty style that's as raw as doo-doo. If listeners stick around, they'll be influenced by his bad-boy ways, but that's just the way his art is

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
The artist has dropped his new single for listeners to experience. He's relaxed and laid back like a pillow on a sofa. He's making some money but not that much, and he wonders why anyone would think otherwise. His mouth is sweet like honey but still has that raw, gritty essence

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
Things are getting wild in the club, with people looking for drinks and others showing off their expensive jewelry. Even the artist's friends are carrying guns and causing trouble. The artist himself is getting too caught up in the moment and even thinks about robbing someone. He needs to calm down before he gets into serious trouble

Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo Heard Master singin that shit? Stinkin blue Palmaid. Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo.
The song has a simple, catchy beat and melody that is easy to sing along with. Even people outside the club can hear it and join in