Lyrics:
Hahaha aye aye aye it's Og Loc homie and
Imma kick it a little something like this
The style that I spit with you
Ain’t lit kid you a
Shit prick
Goldie Loc, remember this last shit
All these bitches wanting their bills paid
And just calling niggaz scrubs and shit
Shit we need to slide over 99
dogg 3 times
Like bub Scarface, T-Loc 1 & 2
Big 40 mick dogg this ones for you
Sammy Parker we ain't forgot about you O.G. cuzz
I'ma show these
or when we smoke dope
We drop that shit for you kin folk
And poor folks no joke, loc loc
Blaze a sack loc, bust a back stroke
And pop ya motherfuckin'
a gangsta lean
This is something for my OGs
Little mama, mammy wanna throw me way back
She get it 'til she od
Smoke just wanna ride with a
A N.W.A
Something
All these rappers is OG Locs
Stealing my shit, I ain't feelin that shit
I'm Madd Dogg
But they don't do it like the OG though
Did it all with no
or when we smoke dope
We drop that shit for you kin folk
And poor folks no joke, loc loc
Blaze a sack loc, bust a back stroke
And pop ya motherfuckin'
I got my locs on, I got my locs on
You can't see my eyes
You can't see my eyes
I got my locs on, I got my locs on
You can't tell I'm high, you can't
dogg 3 times
Like bub Scarface, T-Loc 1 & 2
Big 40 mick dogg this ones for you
Sammy Parker we ain't forgot about you O.G. cuzz
I'ma show these
Og og og og og og og og og
Hotep yall dont know me but them young nigga raps aint fuckin with that og og og og og og og og og og og og og og hotep
[Goldie Loc talking]
Definition - gangsta, hustla, you know
We make money, we eat, we feed
Pay attention - (Beitch!!) *beat starts*
Uhh, yeah,
sip
Smoked up loc'd out what them haters talkin' bout
We don't need no gps we just take the paper route
Bg's og's coup niggas truck niggas
Majorr werk
chilling, loc’ing, sipping, smoking
Like a G should
On my fly old school shit: Clint Eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend, it's a Cookout
We gon’ drink, we
what the pimper say
[Goldie Loc]
I want you to be what I want you to be
You can hump with me that's what I want you to be
I want you to be what I
[Chorus: x2]
I got my locs on
I got my locs on
And you can't see my eyes
And you can't see my eyes
I got my locs on
I got my locs on
And you
Broken home, broken dreams, no hope, nigga (no hope, nigga)
Why the fuck you think we sellin' dope, niggas? (Dope, niggas)
This for my dawgs and my locs
'Ekki hlusta' sagði ég
Þær gefa þér röng skilaboð
Þær æfa sig í að and'inní hjartað
Bull og vitleysa
Elskaðu alla og "I love you"
Og allir
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
Þú veist af allri hlýjunni
Þú finnur allan hitan
Þú veist að ég elska þig
Þú veist ég verð að fara
Ég fer og veiði í matinn
Kem aftur
you done
Niggas blood'n and they loc'n in the state with the sun
But wait if you ain't from here then how you relate
Every level of school niggas banged
450 pulled up that's Cornbread
Them niggaz from Philly woulda called him an old head
But he a O.G., 'mind me of Chaz and Bump, real low key
Sounded
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