Lyrics
I am the U-N-I, The Q-U-E, the G to the O-D
I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man called Unique G
Well, my name is known all over the world
To the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I go down in history
As the baddest brother that ever could be
You couldn't show me
Didn't know me
How to be a true MC
My advantage on the M-I-C is the slang
That I manifest so you could never hang
Obviously you know my name by now
I done thrown stupid parties all through your town
Dirt McGirt, that's my motherfucking name
Love to flirt, that's my motherfucking game
They said "Who want to be an MC?"
I am the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream (is) my specialty
See my style, different from yours
Make young bitch want to drop their drawers
I gotta song for you all
Somewhere over the rainbow
Where bluebirds fly
Somewhere over the rainbow
Why oh why
Hear me now!
Style funky, you know that's me
Killer bee whohoho one man army
Down for mine when I go on tour
Throw your hands in the air if you want more
Style is evil is like an wicked witch
With the mi-ca-phone, funky as a bitch
Which is which, makes me nasty nasty
Next on the mic is the rappin' nuh
You want some of the Ason's gun
Shoot the nigga, blaow, reaches no one
Then you know not to touch my hoe
I like livin' my own fuckin' show
I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man called Unique G
Well, my name is known all over the world
To the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I go down in history
As the baddest brother that ever could be
You couldn't show me
Didn't know me
How to be a true MC
My advantage on the M-I-C is the slang
That I manifest so you could never hang
Obviously you know my name by now
I done thrown stupid parties all through your town
Dirt McGirt, that's my motherfucking name
Love to flirt, that's my motherfucking game
They said "Who want to be an MC?"
I am the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream (is) my specialty
See my style, different from yours
Make young bitch want to drop their drawers
I gotta song for you all
Somewhere over the rainbow
Where bluebirds fly
Somewhere over the rainbow
Why oh why
Hear me now!
Style funky, you know that's me
Killer bee whohoho one man army
Down for mine when I go on tour
Throw your hands in the air if you want more
Style is evil is like an wicked witch
With the mi-ca-phone, funky as a bitch
Which is which, makes me nasty nasty
Next on the mic is the rappin' nuh
You want some of the Ason's gun
Shoot the nigga, blaow, reaches no one
Then you know not to touch my hoe
I like livin' my own fuckin' show