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Ol’ DIrty Bastard - Baby I Got your Money
#27 in the never ending list of my favorite songs.
This song. It comes up and I can’t just listen to it once. I end up playing it all day. One time I made the mistake of putting it on a mix CD and played it in the car. All the way to work. All the way home. Hey. Dirty. Baby I got your money. Shaking my ass in the seat. Doing the hand claps. Yes, while I’m driving. Clap clap. Clap clap. Windows down. Hands clapping. Singing back up and lead. Doing that side-to-side thing with my head.
You can call me dirty, and then lift up your skirt. And you want some of this dirty, god made dirt and dirt bust yo ass.Oh god, I love singing that part. I find myself pointing at no one in particular. Point. Clap clap. Shake ass.
Song ends. Start it again. The record is 36. In one day. This one song. Point. Clap clap.
I loved ODB in the way one loves an exploding. village-destroying, civilization-killing volcano. Because it makes for such pretty sunsets.
Auto ReBlog because I love Ol’ Dirty Bastard — ODB makes my booty shake. Get on my tumblr ODB, I can’t wait to pretend to listen to lecture while singing Baby I Got your Money in my head.
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