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Bitches 2

O.G. Original Gangster专辑

  • I once knew this brother
    Who i thought was cool with me
    Chilled out together
    Even went to school with me
    Fly *****, my ace boon ****
    Used to low ride together
    Shot dice in the bathroom
    Ya want trouble?
    Well trouble ya found
    Cause we diss ya, then issue
    The critical beat down
    He needed money
    I would always come through
    Needed a car? he could use mine too
    But bust this!
    Out on the street
    People say he was riffin'
    Callin' me a sucker
    Talkin' bout how foul i'm livin'
    Someone heard him
    Poppin' that ***t last week
    Frontin' for some *****
    >from some big butt freak
    Sayin' i'm his worker
    I was on his ****!
    Talkin' that craazy old weak assed ***t
    And after all of that
    She still walked away
    How ya gonna diss your boy
    To get some play?
    And when i stepped to him about it
    He said, "who snitched?"
    Chorus
    Yo, how did he go out?
    He went out like a *****!
    So ladies
    We ain't just talkin' bout you
    Cause some of you *****s
    Is *****es too!
    I knew this brother named mitch
    Stone player
    He meet a girl, in five min. he lay her
    Trucked crazy jewels
    Hands smothered in ice
    Been to prison not once, but twice
    Kept a stupid thick posse
    Made of thugs and
    Crooks and hoods
    And vet hustlers
    Who were up to no good
    But they all stood behind him
    And watched his back
    That's the only way
    To roll on the track
    But yo,
    Mitch got rushed by feds last week
    The snatchbared the runk
    Of his white corniche
    Took a look inside
    And what did they see?
    Two keys, and a gallon of pcp!
    Oh ***t! the thought crashed
    Mitch's subliminal
    Three strikes, that's called
    Habitual criminal
    So insted of goin' under
    He snitched on his whole posse
    Maxed at the crib
    And sipped martini and rossi
    Sold out his whole crew
    That rat named mitch
    Chorus
    I knew this guy
    That was never that fly
    Couldn't act cool
    Even when he tried
    When we played rough
    He always cried
    When he told stories, he always lied
    A black brother
    Who was missin' the cool part
    He had the color
    But was missin' the true heart
    When we would fight
    He would always go down quick
    So he took karate
    And he still got his ass kicked
    But now he's married
    And he kicks his wife's ass
    Says it comes from problems
    That he had in the past
    Doesn't like blacks
    Claims he's upper class
    Joined the police, got himself a badge
    Now he rolls the streets
    And he's cut to jack
    Doggin' young brothers
    Cause they usually don't fight back
    Got a white partner
    And he asked for that
    And every night
    Another head they crack
    So now he's big man
    But he really ain't ***t!
    Chorus
    Out one night with my crew
    And some new kid
    I didn't know homeboy, but evil e did
    So i thought he was cool
    We rode in his ride
    Rag top tray on daytons
    Lifted side to side
    We hit the party deep
    *****s was hawkin' me
    You could feel the vibe
    Of thick artillery
    Parliament was on, some o.g. ***t
    I put my back to the wall
    And felt my pistol grip
    Al of a sudden
    *****s started trippin'
    Flippin', the record started skippin'
    Wildin', fools started locn up
    Gats cracked
    The room started smokin' up
    Me and "e" hit the floor
    And then the back door
    My boys let off an automatic encore
    But when we made it out to the ride
    It was gone, we had to shoot it out
    Side by side
    Punk left us there to die in a ditch!
    Chorus
  • I once knew this brother
    Who i thought was cool with me
    Chilled out together
    Even went to school with me
    Fly *****, my ace boon ****
    Used to low ride together
    Shot dice in the bathroom
    Ya want trouble?
    Well trouble ya found
    Cause we diss ya, then issue
    The critical beat down
    He needed money
    I would always come through
    Needed a car? he could use mine too
    But bust this!
    Out on the street
    People say he was riffin'
    Callin' me a sucker
    Talkin' bout how foul i'm livin'
    Someone heard him
    Poppin' that ***t last week
    Frontin' for some *****
    >from some big butt freak
    Sayin' i'm his worker
    I was on his ****!
    Talkin' that craazy old weak assed ***t
    And after all of that
    She still walked away
    How ya gonna diss your boy
    To get some play?
    And when i stepped to him about it
    He said, "who snitched?"
    Chorus
    Yo, how did he go out?
    He went out like a *****!
    So ladies
    We ain't just talkin' bout you
    Cause some of you *****s
    Is *****es too!
    I knew this brother named mitch
    Stone player
    He meet a girl, in five min. he lay her
    Trucked crazy jewels
    Hands smothered in ice
    Been to prison not once, but twice
    Kept a stupid thick posse
    Made of thugs and
    Crooks and hoods
    And vet hustlers
    Who were up to no good
    But they all stood behind him
    And watched his back
    That's the only way
    To roll on the track
    But yo,
    Mitch got rushed by feds last week
    The snatchbared the runk
    Of his white corniche
    Took a look inside
    And what did they see?
    Two keys, and a gallon of pcp!
    Oh ***t! the thought crashed
    Mitch's subliminal
    Three strikes, that's called
    Habitual criminal
    So insted of goin' under
    He snitched on his whole posse
    Maxed at the crib
    And sipped martini and rossi
    Sold out his whole crew
    That rat named mitch
    Chorus
    I knew this guy
    That was never that fly
    Couldn't act cool
    Even when he tried
    When we played rough
    He always cried
    When he told stories, he always lied
    A black brother
    Who was missin' the cool part
    He had the color
    But was missin' the true heart
    When we would fight
    He would always go down quick
    So he took karate
    And he still got his ass kicked
    But now he's married
    And he kicks his wife's ass
    Says it comes from problems
    That he had in the past
    Doesn't like blacks
    Claims he's upper class
    Joined the police, got himself a badge
    Now he rolls the streets
    And he's cut to jack
    Doggin' young brothers
    Cause they usually don't fight back
    Got a white partner
    And he asked for that
    And every night
    Another head they crack
    So now he's big man
    But he really ain't ***t!
    Chorus
    Out one night with my crew
    And some new kid
    I didn't know homeboy, but evil e did
    So i thought he was cool
    We rode in his ride
    Rag top tray on daytons
    Lifted side to side
    We hit the party deep
    *****s was hawkin' me
    You could feel the vibe
    Of thick artillery
    Parliament was on, some o.g. ***t
    I put my back to the wall
    And felt my pistol grip
    Al of a sudden
    *****s started trippin'
    Flippin', the record started skippin'
    Wildin', fools started locn up
    Gats cracked
    The room started smokin' up
    Me and "e" hit the floor
    And then the back door
    My boys let off an automatic encore
    But when we made it out to the ride
    It was gone, we had to shoot it out
    Side by side
    Punk left us there to die in a ditch!
    Chorus