Lyrics:
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
Bet they do the drive-by on
A bike with a slingshot
Y'all basic, lookin' like you need bathing
Call me cause my grandmama got
Room in the basement
You
Ya'll Can't Fuck Wit Us, At All
We Can Go To War For Years
Let's Do It Man (Our Grandsons Could Get It On) Its Nuffin
Let's Do It
[Cam'Ron]
Yo
man aji gi ji
Ku ron gbe
Life hard no be beans oo
Living large is what I dream oo
Poverty is not my friend oo
Free sapa make I fit to blow oo
Person wey
'bout wardrobe and fashion
But the broads let me in more pink than Cam'ron
Lives been lost, not by natural cause
You wanna play the toughest? Careful who
Triple OG
Triple OG
Triple OG
Triple OG
Triple OG
Trust in the faith, trust in the all father
Trust in the fake, to be fake
Come with the snakes
angus
Never blow no heat or tote no bangers
What you see on TV is Nickelodeon
Street sweepers cleaning out your block like they custodians
Pass by's
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Ayy
Big ayk
Every week i get litty
Beke le beke iviki ne viki (Ok)
That shit only for the og's
If you a rookie this shit can get tricky
All of ya'll
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
at home
Hallelujah mo ye ge (Fuckboy what you say)
See my money no go run down
See my city got it lockdown
See my niggas calm the fuck down
All of my
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
are not my friend no more so beat
Me at a store near me another store
By you..you better call me
Chorus:
Ron-son
Call me Ron-son
You better recognize
[Nate Dogg]
Don't, fight the feelin'
Move, move out on the floor
We, we can give you
Oh, all the funk you want
Hey (Oh, ew-ew-ew-ew), let me see
type
Nigga check the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hood rich nigga flipping birds on a bike
Not survive in this world with guns, pahs,
the things that they do for crumbs
I do mine for me, ya see?
Not the big homie, Double-O-G
Scared to do your own work, man, that's foul (that's foul)
a different name
Had my OG give me different game
Before my face was on the piece of a nigga chain
Wish y'all could feel a nigga pain
Climbin' out the hole
go take a risk
That's all a nigga know, that's what I did
If you see me by myself, I'm probably riding with a stick
If she don't answer the phone, I'm
is going
Down by 20 per cent every year i just
Talked to the superintendent, met
With Michael Sacks, that’s Ron's
Right hand man so
I think it's
pray for Me
Mama mi
Oh mama
I wish you never left
Oh mama
could have told me how you felt
Oh mama
Can I do this by myself
Oh mama
Please wish me all
killed Dumbledore!
Raise your wand, Dumbledore's gone
Gonna bust every horcrux - sword or by fang, like a Gryffindor boss!
Gonna destroy he who must not be
Seen my process get destroyed
Hard to say I love you when I don't
Stubborn, not admitting when I'm wrong
Smoke clears, not enough alone
Passing by
an OG, see him bail for the grind
So crapped by the group call
That?'s for suit's all
Honey, what's shakin'? BK to make a new call
Only if you knew home
pain don't panic
All your body needs is to keep it organic
Y'all feel it in your brain that's not pathetic
One day we all rely on some type
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