Lyrics:
get off my, off my
Hey mothafucka I'm real as shit
Everything I'm talkin bout real as shit
Aw yeah I'm back in this bitch
And you don't gotta like
do today? (Say what?)
Yes, I'm gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spankin'
Drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn"
You say
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
in my cargo
I get dope by the car load
I got whips, no car note
I got whips, no slave
All my cribs got maids
All my cribs like a maze
Shit so
I am an O-UT-KAST
So get up off your ass
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need
I am an O-UT-KAST
So get up off your ass
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git
sear the steaks, steal the Wraith
(And them Wraiths is ugly, by the way
We see you got money to spend, but, nonetheless)
Get the fuck off now, get
Shit, niggas got me higher than a motherfucker off up in here, man
Damn, the fuck y'all get this weed from
Motherfucker overdose or some shit off
Hm, yeah
Mhm
We take the good, we take the bad
It's not about what we had
We just tryna get by
We stay out of trouble
All we wanna do to get
everyone please be completely quiet
Because i can literally hear a whisper
And it’ll throw off my stream of
Consciousness, and when I get my
Stream
Zaytoven (yo)
Get back right
I had to get back right
Get back right
I had to get back right
Get back right
I had to get back right
Fell off
Another hundred people just got off of the train
And came up through the ground while
Another hundred people just got off of the bus
And are
And never Ta double my bitches
Macky den made it
You see by the way that its hittin'
If it ain't come from Macky, tha Jeweler, then it's a knock off
If it
just tryna get by
Avoiding all the things in my mind
Off the drugs yeah
You know what I’m like baby
Off the drugs
Ask me anything you like baby
Oh
getting packs off
I'm getting packs off I'm getting bags off
I'm getting pounds off, I'm getting pills off
I get some pills off then ima peel off
I'm giving
alone
Pulled back from a kiss
Wiped the spit off my lips
And asked, "Do you wanna get stoned?"
Smoke clogged the room
But we didn't stop, we just wanted
Gimme the music
(I'd get a thrill, if you'd say you will)
Gimme a rockabye, gimme a lullaby
Give me a by and by oh by and by oh by
Gimme a rockabye,
Jumping bitches off the vert
Throw these dollars make them work
Silly ass dancer think she gonna get me with all that mileage, no she won't
Easily broke
I drink on the drank by the pint
I pour up the drank by the fifth
I smoke on the smoke by the pound
I roll up a leaf and get lit
I drink on the drank
get it through your head
That boy is mine
(Keep your hands)
Oh, keep your hands (off my) off my baby (bay-ee-a-by )
I ain't gonna tell you twice
Slip by I'm just doing what I gotta and I
Get by, dripping sickened by the trauma but I
Get mine, and I'ma do it how I wanna
Said I, I get mine
What the fuck is you doing
You trying to get rich
You trying to live lavish my Niga you trying to provide for your kids
Get off your ass go get a bag
how to
Wipe, them guns off, get that money money
Wipe, a nigga smile, off ain't nuttin' funny
Show, these motherfuckers, just how hungry you
Get
I got my hustle, dog
I gets my hustle off, Oxycontin, heroin
Crazy, I got my chopper, dog
Don't make me chop him off
Chop chop, knock him off
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