Lyrics:
of OP
We the ROI Group
We the kings of OP
Verse 1: E.D.G.
Making so much money, had to change my tax rate
'Cause I be selling strip centers, 3 percent
a splinter
Ruling in a righteous manner
See ima go getter
Fearless i can careless terrified as i enter
King in the center balanced my equalibrium
Got
I was walking in the park
Thinking about how to make a million But it struck me that's a big cut
And I wondered a million of what
I could use
intensity
Wanna frog leap but you a tadpole (Yah)
Sink or swim back stroke for the cash flow (Cash flow)
I’m a queen need a king like Nat Cole
2019 just
Obie Trice
Real name, no gimmicks
Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
'Round the outside, 'round the outside
Two trailer park girls go
Obie Trice
Real name, no gimmicks
Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
'Round the outside, 'round the outside
Two trailer park girls go
on Paladino cause I'm a
Leave your neck on the curb
In this battle you won't win
The first second or third
It's no need to park when I pull
Up in that Lex in
Obie Trice
Real name, no gimmicks
Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
'Round the outside, 'round the outside
Two trailer park girls go
the park
My boy be in the park
Yeah, annoyin' all the narcs
We two different types, see, you spit what you write
What I spit is the truth and truth comes
miff et je déchaîne les enfers
Jsuis pas ton pote
Je suis le gardien de mon frère
Quitte à prendre 10 ans ferme
Pas de vacances à Center Park
A l'avant
Said your club is the big top - don't think you ill 'cause
A bunch of kids watch - call it what you want but it ain't hip-hop
Thinkin' you king swagga
to say about the brother man
I invent em flip em and send em
Rhymes set you jumped like I poured King Cobra over ya
Guess what, this is a stick up
flip 'em and send em
Rhymes set you jumped like I poured king cobra over ya
Guess what, this is a stick up
Give me back my shit before I start pickin'
You 'n me, together forever
Through bright and stormy weather
I’m your king you are my queen
You 'n me, together forever
Our love in the center
In
to say about the brother man
I invent em flip em and send em
Rhymes set you jumped like I poured King Cobra over ya
Guess what, this is a stick up
didn't wanna write this song
Didn't wanna write it, so it's from the heart
Even brought your homie from Leimert Park
Smokin' papers on Vernon for
research center,
That not only contained four containers of frozen semen,
But also held a pair of testicles each was labeled with the name, Jack
You ever park dat thang and change kinda low
But you know that meter's broken
Baddie never needs you she just leads you to the water
Hope you
tense up and contemplate
I got a alter ego who likes to act like he's a lion
Thinking to be a king in this jungle he's got to resort to violence
Self
research center,
that not only contained four containers of frozen semen,
but also held a pair of testicles each was labeled with the name, Jack Michaelson.
the heart
Even brought your homie from Leimert Park
Smokin' papers on Vernon for the hurt
Reminiscin', you and Blacc Sam built
It from the dirt
Los Angeles,
Clarks is lighty scuffed, need a new pair
Jacob Javits Center, Wu and Snoop there
D-Block pull up, olive green drops
The interior suede, cuz
night patrol, the whore market
When I walk
Niggas is rollin' out the red carpet
Now, how good could a black man have it?
Livin' like a king is a habit
I
and several grains
Naders never in their lanes
Rocking out at BOK
Winter blizzard in 08
Movie nights at Guthrie Green
Got Stallone, our Tulsa King
Shopping mode
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