No one seems to be treating the ODB’s passing like that of Ray Charles, thank god, save maybe Steve Rifkind (artistically speaking, of course; we’re all sacred in someone’s eyes).

But I think we can all agree that he made us smile, more than once. I thought I would take this time to share to of my favorite ODB moments. My favorite lines are in bold, comments/commentary are in italics.

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From “Recognize” [Track 1/Intro to N***a Please]

Yo, this is Chris Rock
You heard my man, he ain’t on no commercial sh*t!
It’s the Ol’ DB! It ain’t the Young DB!
It’s the Ol’ DB…doing that old sh*t!
This ain’t the Embryo DB. This is the Old Motherf*ckin’ DB!
I’m Chris Rock, I’m chillin with the ODB, so I’m in the wrooong place at the wrooong motherf*ckin’ time, with the wroooong motherf*ckin’ man. The Ol’ DB baybay!

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“Rollin’ Wit You” [Track 5 on N***a Please]

[this is the ENTIRE song, so just skip to the bold parts if you want the quick version]

[starts a capella]
you can’t imitate me on this f*ckin’ tape
you ain’t ringin’ a bell, you ain’t / i’m ready when you are
(i.e. “cue the music”)

you ain’t ringin’ a bell, you ain’t bussin’ a grape
you ain’t imitatin’ me on this f*ckin’ tape
[4 times]

my sh*t ain’t corny! [said over top of it]

[piano/strings start in the background]

you ain’t ringin’ a bell, you ain’t bussin’ a grape
you ain’t imitatin’ me on this f*ckin’ tape
[this continues until beat drops]

[on top of the bell/grape line:]
but i’m tellin ya’ll b*tch *ss n*ggas
if y’all don’t f*ckin,
if y’all colored b*tch *ss f*ggot punk *ss motherf*ckers
don’t see that these white people are trying to take over ya’ll sh*t
don’t worry - ya’ll better be happy the ol’ dirty bastard is here
y’all better be happy i’m here!
to, to, to beat the sh*t out of all of ya’ll f*ggot punk *ss motherf*ckers!

[This is particularly funny, because, assuming he’s referring to the hip hop, black people lost the majority of their control of it when they took it into studios, just about 20 years before this song came out in 1999.]

[Note: He then commands people to be happy that he is about to kick their asses.]

[the last “you ain’t imitating me on this f*ckin’ tape” is followed by:]
b*tch *ss n*ggas!

[beat drops]
i shut whole f*ckin’ world down!
[said as if he was going to start a verse but then he pauses and goes back to ranting]

you white motherf*ckers could never, ya’ll can’t ever take over!
you can’t EVER take over!
you shut the f*ck up and you shut the F*CK up
that’s what the F*CK you do!
(yo, could i get a beer, yo i need some beer)

[1st Verse:]
you ain’t using your phone, you ain’t callin’ the cops
cause n*gga, i’m the only king of the block
i’m the ONLY black god, motherf*cker!
and i came to rock the spot
when i throw at football pass at a b*tch she miss
ain’t trying to be funny - gonna use my fist
you can’t use the family feud
you can’t run it on a cuckoooo!
your brain sayin’ keep Ol’ Dirty safe
not locked up, cause i’ll have your F*CKIN’ *ss locked up!
i’ll stash you, lickin’ you down, [like?/light?] that blunt
you ain’t getting’ what you want, i do what i want!
if i got a problem, a PROBLEM got a problem til it’s gone
i’m the only Unique Ason
you reap what you sew / f*ckin with the - O
i got the precinct locked down / you ain’t using the po-po
f*ck you soso / i got the key to your hoe
i’ll stop your whole flow / all you b*tches roll
with me from the ghetto / you want me to control
this f*ckin’ show / give ol’ dirty what he waaant and mo!
cops, I’ll stop your dough / mafia I’ll slow
cops, I’ll stop your dough
yo, mafia! pay me all my motherf*cking money
or i’ma slow down your dough!

[chorus]
jesus i’m rollin with you [x4]

[under the chorus:]
yo, ya’ll scared to death of me when I…
yo, let me get another beer, one more beer? one more beer?

you’ll all be in danger
you’ll have a sex change-ah
i’m gettin more anger - call me dr. straaanger
i master the demon demonic toys
sting you with the venom - kill your joy!
b*tches throw hands in the air like to be sodomized
that’s what i’m here for
that’s what i’m all about
i get girls and ___ they want to get physically f*cked from me
oh big baby!! [falsetto]
hippa to the hoppa and you just don’t stoppa
i control michael jackson’s thriller
catch him and roo ha ha ha
don’t f*ck with the guy that’ll make you shrug
i’m the only original
f*ck you chump!
shut the f*ck up!

yo, did you understand that?

[chorus]
jesus i’m rollin with you (x8)

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