Ore-ore-o Lyrics - Singles - Ali

C'mon, ohh, no, yo 

(Just the North, South, East, West coast and us) 

Hey, uh, it's Lee, I'm amazin', original Asian 

Lime blazin', hatin'll get you nowhere, but get me 

Hotter than Cajun, spontaneous combustion 

My temperature's raisin', nigga, for days and days 

Minutes, I was just, I been waitin' 

From a shine to reduce your regrimes 

Dimes to raisins, you talkin' 

Me? Naw, naw, player, I'm sparklin' 

Straight up parkin', hoppin' out with a Eagle barkin' 

(Pop, pop) 

Money, my car, chop, chop 

Hot spot for the jewels, man I'm keepin' the glock 

You might get popped, I'm good ain't no duckin' the dot 

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2000 number J truck, mansion and yacht 

(Ooh) 

I say like uh, uh, I say like, uh, uh 

(Ooh) 

Should let you know, I'ma bring it really raw 

It be like Pat-B-B-B Pat-B-B-B really raw 

Come again now 

Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o 

If you real, let me hear you say 

Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o 

If you all about your paper, then you say 

Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o 

If you real, let me hear you say 

Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o 

(Just the North, South, East, West coast and us) 

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I need a trillion dollars for every breath I take 

For Heaven's sake, just to keep righteous food on my plate 

And I'm gon' get it, whether it be rap rockin' if not 

It's back to crack poppin' out the back of the barbershop 

No holds barred, back streets to boulevards 

Gain way, throwin' house parties in the PJ's 

Cars, square village, love joy lane 

Buddha 88, man, it's still the same 

I can't complain, I know niggas that lost they brain 

Got they chest removed, straight vestibules 

Don't test a fool, who ain't got shit to lose 

That ain't cool, now he gotta rep off of you 

That's why I stay to myself, stay alive and teach 

Puff that oohwee and keep the snub nose in reach 

I ain't a thug, so nigga, I ain't gon' start that now 

I'm Mr. Nigga that kept work and carried the four pound 

Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o 

If you real, let me hear you say 

Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o 

If you all about your paper, then you say 

Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o 

If you real, let me hear you say 

Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o 

(Just the North, South, East, West coast and us) 

You want to feel made? Roll with me for a day 

Excursion weight, absolutely splurgin' way 

Okay, first, my team a hundred deep at least 

Respected highly on the street 

'Cause we don't start no beef, in the club 

Murphy suede, human grenade 

And some handmade, hide the haze 

Behind the Cartier Rolls tinted 

E'er word I speak, I'm in it 

Hip hop, we in it from now until infinite 

We like ten foster kids bringin' Daddy business 

We turn the heat up to Tae-Bo, in the club, we post the Guinness 

We had the guard spook one of my Gods, then broke loose 

Had to buck a clown, too much Crown with no juice 

Icy noose, bluey suit outside, cute 

Inside room, ugly as a pea-green suit with ruffles 

We fold up chairs in a tussle 

Outside we gon' put somethin' harder than muscles 

Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o 

If you real, let me hear you say 

Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o 

If you all about your paper, then you say 

Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o 

If you real, let me hear you say 

Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o 

(Just the North, South, East, West coast and us) 

Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o 

Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o 

Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o 

Hey, hey, ore-ore, ore-ore-o 

(Just the North, South, East, West coast and us)