Lyrics:
Nigga I'm supposed to brag You was on the block in the 90's Okay Ostertag Chill 'fore they carry you out That's a grocery bag Jeering from the crowd I
fucking with your dumb ass Counting up O's like I'm Ostertag Numbers on board and you can't get no close to that Pulling on weave this the bonus track Don't
that's why I just back slap that ass like Shaq did Ostertag Either take me out or be taken, you think I'm goin' down? Psych, the jury, they're still
in the field without no shoulder pads My plug out in Utah, had the Jazz, called 'em Ostertag When they double team you, you supposed to pass
jazz Oh you tall We still backing you down Ostertag And if you talk We clean you like laundry then we fold your ass Sweep you up like custodians Hope you
on the wall keep consistent I’m from the 90's boy like Jordan and Pippen Always rooted from the Jazz though Ostertag yo Underdog moves Stockton and Malone Shit
a nigga highlights on ESPN Big dude in the paint n all that Jazz If I ain't spoke Spanish coulda Passed for Craig Ostertag But I feel like Karl, mailman
a lil hash I’m in her post in the past Give these hoes the blues Give these hoes the jazz Greg Ostertag Double 0 for that ass She don’t get a ring
to get the juice flowing Concentrated, Fam Add zeros to accounts Like Ostertag Don't listen to the hate Think, con-fi-dence Don't ever second guess? That's
ostertag The world is her Oyster Pearls before swine Give it up to me Serve words to the shrine The world is my squid Keep spilling ink Until somethings
to conquer I hustle hard to get these fucking dubbs Let's take it back Back when Shaq Was using Ostertag as a boxing bag Baby I was dropping facts Double
hustlin', made my mother mad She was happy with a fifty and I pocketed the other half All that shit the reason for this other bag Two O's on me, Ostertag I
Blatt verdeckt? Oder hinter' m Baum versteckt? O-O-Osterei! O-O-O. Am ersten Ostertag ist es dann so weit. Blauer Himmel, Sonnenschein und ich mach mich
straight off the board like it's ostertag I built this shit up from nothing, I'm Fresh outta OSHc class My bitch won't let me drive the coupe with the wing
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