Something like shabba. Something like shabba. Something like shabba. Something like shabba. . My niggas, we fuck up some commas. Some of them dirty like shabba.
[Intro: Sleeks]. Fuck what you heard. Fuck what you heard. Fuck what you heard. Fuck what you heard. . [Hook: Sleeks]. Fuck what you heard. My g's are the worst.
[Intro: Fekky]. Yeah, they don't want no smoke, they don't want no smoke. Yeah, they don't want no smoke, they don't want no smoke. Yeah, let me show 'em how to make a banger.
Uhh, Uhh, yea, yea, ha. Come on, Come on, Come on. Ha. What, yea. Diggin In The Crates ya'. Come on, Come on, Come on. Uhh, yea. Lord Finesse ya'. Check it, yea.
Penicillin on wax, the cure for rap. Crooklyn Dodger number two back on the map. Perhaps you thought I was gone, well surprise nigga. Not physically, but I'm a massive figure.
Uh yeah phenomenon yeah. Oh yeah, baby far from yours, oh yeah. . Yo time is most limited I'm back on the scene. O replenishes potency like four or five Guinnesses.
What. Yea. Yo, flaws and fallacies of life. Material items and shit. Beware motherfuckers. Word up, don't let it getcha, you know?. This shit ain't nothing.
Chorus 4X. "One, two, yeah and you don't stop". "One, two, huh and you don't stop". . "Ah check it out". . [O.C.]. Style like somethin the microphone fiend would spark.
CHORUS:. . We just can't go wrong. You got me hypnotized, mesmorized (mesmorized). . What you want, I shoot a line, thinkin maybe we can talk, cause. The first time I laid eyes on you, boo.
Ahh you don't stop. You don't stop you don't stop. O.C.'s on the mic and you don't stop. You don't stop you don't stop. Big L is on the other you don't stop.
[Chorus]. Yo O.C. are you ready to win the G?. The Gusto is comin home with me. Yo Bumpy Knucks are you ready to win the G?. The Gusto is comin home with me.
Yeah, dedicated to you and yours. OC phenomenon. . Chorus:. Here goes a little somethin', for you and your mans. Dedicated to you and yours, from me and my fam.
Check out the scheme of a dream, thick fog all around me. Standing in a tunnel of blood, hounds surround me. Shadow of a child, my eyes visualize and figure.
Uh yeah uh uh uh. What, Crooklyn Dodger Number 2. O.C., yeah back in the scene muthafucka. Me and Premo, you know, East New York. Bushwick, Bedstuy, and all those good places.
Hey love.... Yeah.... . Shopping in the city one day. On my way, met a redbone by the name of Stronjay. Five foot six, body thick, hair silky. She could make the hardest man melt and turn milky.
Yeah. Mmmm. . Echoes in the halls yes, when I arrive on the set - what?. Blessin all that came to see me rock my cut. Such a man like me receivin attention must be chosen.