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Oochie Wally

Nas

Murda Murda

2001

Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on

Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop

[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang

a minute)
plus your old lady,
ya’ll still pushing Benz’s,
helicopter chopper take me where my friends is,
my taste is so expensive,
when I’m up in Vegas Im

pillow recognize her perfume
Tell her man, "Relax," she'll make it home by curfew (haha)
Tom Ford cologne (oh), I look like I'm on (ay)
Playboy Mansion,

My money long, if you don't know ,I'm the BG
I be fuckin' niggas bitches all in they home
Niggas be like, "Look at that Benz on all that chrome"

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
You can run away
And this shit gon' change
But it's still the same
Just come home
I don't even want you to trust me
Fuck just stay away

Oochie Wally

Nas

Pure R&B, Vol. 3

2002

Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on

Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop

[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang

Oochie Wally

Nas

Essential

2013

Oh yeah muthafucka that's that shit
Oh come on

Ladies make it hot
Thugs make it hot make it pop

[Chorus]
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang

I dunn jumped in my bag you know

“better late than never
They know wtf going on when it come to me
Hear me out”

Better late than never
Hope they

Yeah
GLE tonka that big body benz
G-Wagon hop in it too
Yeah she wanna fuck tell her bring a friend
I only fuck em' by two
Yeah my bitch a Barbie she

I know I stress you out, I know I drive you crazy
Like Mercedes
I don't come around no more
It's cause a nigga chasing greatness
But know that you my

like minutes on cell phone
Bring the terror to your block
Like the toughest nigga from jail home
An' you dead gone when my squad come around
We hella

after shot after shot
Call the taximan come take me home 
Tell me nor 
Welcome to African party 
Seek Hennessey, make the girls naughty
All the girls love

necks we pressing them
Wit 40 Smiths we wetting them
Benz done got a bed in them
That shit be bouncing everywhere
Talking to my gang n'em
I'll gat you

Bad, Bad, Bad

Kool Moe Dee

Funke, Funke Wisdom

1991

beginning, I was winning, the ladies would come
With arms open and hopin for a kiss and a hug
I stripped down, huh, and watched the ladies bug
I stood up for

me why'd you have to leave?
Could it be so bad that I really did you wrong
Now I try to explain it all in every song
Hoping that you come home

Lynn, bitch supposed to be in the Benz
Parked in row ten, her and that slow ho Gwen
Shoulda known she was a bitch that we both coulda boned
If posted

Drug Dealers Anonymous

Jay-Z

Drug Dealers Anonymous

2016

on my body
The new Gucci has less monograms, God's got him
Let he without sin cast the first stone
So I built that all glass quad level first home

testimony every time she texts me
It's the mark with the question on it
Like, mmm, "Where you at?" "What you
Doing?" "Where you been"
"Are you home?" "Or you

riding round the Benz
Truck with fake friends
Word, here they come now
Yo Ricky lend me couple lenses
For lunch and all of that
I got to listen to this

came to drop it
The prophet is to love each other
Michael Jordan/Jackson, Cosby money, Oprah
They got our love by go get Africa

[Lord Superb]
Harmony,

u up
Blocks Hot
Boo!
When i come around I'm throwin Bandz
Got these niggas eatin dirt dirt
Burning rubber in that benz got
These niggas feelin hurt

Cheeba Cheeba

Tone-Loc

Loc-ed After Dark

1989

big time supplyin'
Enuff bud to keep tha whole party high on
I might get ill and roll an 8th in one hooter
Park my Benz or cold jet it on my scooter

No expiration date on Karma niggaz 
Go broke when da feds come

You a big shot getting packs fronted Locked up wit no lawyer fees
Now you calling home

home and write Ice, Ice Baby
'Cause if it comes down to, I must have a pocket
I go get a day-job and rappin', I'll stop it
I'm never goin' out, so,