Intro:
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Oh oh (oh) pass that spliff bwoy.
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Starange Wondah:
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Yes yeas y'all O.C.C. be double O be the best y'all
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E-Swift be always representing for the west y'all
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Let me feel up shortie with wide breast y'all
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It ain't no test y'all. Come on, break it down take it there
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We take it there, we about to take it up.
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Top Dawg:
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I'm pulling the evidence form all y'all fakin' ass residents
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Who claim that y'all community clam and come from heaven send
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You best to get out of my face with all that yappin'
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I told you aboout that flappin', about shit that can happen
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I'm askin' you to gwan head with the Boot
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The y'all weeds good but the green weed no good
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Starange:
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Mad niggas wanted so I'm glad y'all could make it
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Starange freakin' with the flow even with my hair braided
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Yo I hate it, when fake MC's make believe
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To be the bomb on the mic and get over with mad G
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Now Fab 5 is like a household name
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On thee attack that was lead by Starange
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You know me chillin' with number 2 and the O.G.
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Hoes be on me like that glow on Obe Won Konobi
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Can't you see that wehn the storms on the shelf
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We totally crush LP's (we don't need no one else)
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So ask who can you rn to bus you won't escape
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From no one Starange the Shogun you hate
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(Caboy boy caboy boy) O.G.C. we build or destroy
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Come again (caboy boy caboy boy) O.G.C. we either build or destroy
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Louieville:
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Do he dare think he will survive
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Goin' against Ville Stluggah number 2 from Fab 5
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Originoo Gunn Clappa yeah batter originoo gunn stasher
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Tory if you didn't know end of story
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Part like land make way cause here come Louie
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Quiet riot gets rid of the fools quickly
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See it's thee, 3 dimensional beams guns apon ya
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Storm watch watch clock if not yous a gonner
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I'd ratehr be meeting niggas in time and square
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Cause what is rare and gettin' extinct is niggas with shit to share
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I see his face I see his feet
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I see the gun and bwoy you are gon dead
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With 2 beer gun shots to him head
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Leave the war behind you painted tin red
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Thee O.G. with smoke spliff to him dead
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It's your choice you best not forget it
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You better listen to the words I just said
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Cause me serious armaggedion afight
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And we be prepared and aware and on sight for the enemy
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(Where you gonna run to?)
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Too much flappin' pon streets need green
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Take it back to beat down a dope fiend
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Starange:
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Son I know what you mean cause shorties sill say that
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I know that ain't jack high off 8 black
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Louieville:
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Tough guy they lie they see moms in the precinct
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Starange:
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Sayin' where could he be cause I haven't seen him recent
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-ly, the MC from O.G.C. Mr. period S-T-R-A-N-to the G
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Got y'all niggas scarred y'all ain't prepared
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For the business what's this?
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Louieville:
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Dismiss these niggas with the quickness
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Starange:
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Get your shortie wop cause I heard she had the thickness
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Louieville:
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Shifted trapped a flapper like John
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Crossing G.C.'s you fools are dead wrong
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So long boy voyage ghost be gone
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Those ? can't hand you up apon this channel
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Hook
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Flappin'
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| Originoo Gunn Clapazz |
