Lyrics:
me a story about this brother
(At the time) one hundred and five years old
(Done time)
Beat up and robbed by friends of his
Which proves this world can
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for "Other", P is for "People
Who Are You Lovin Lyrics
Ice Cube
featuring Mr. Short KHOP
Mr Short KHOP:
Nasty girl nasty girl in ya own little nasty world (4x)
Chorus:
We
Yeah
Lost so many soldiers overseas
Over cheese
I was on my knees, and cowaiting by rain steady praying for the world to freeze
Little kid's gone,
of that stolen mountain,
as buck v. bell. but when billie's arm bent fumi's
note then muhfuck this paramilitary weatherman
and his tired navy blue.
it was him by the Gucci brim
We gotta do it B I G
I'm trying to hit the lottery in V I P
Green leafs in my shot glass
All night soul team had cirrock
people fell in love
Right now at a picnic shelter down by Caney creek
You'll find potato salad, hot dogs and baked beans
The whole Wilson family's
they drove on the night they were wed
Five bucks for the brass bed a little bit worn
Not much for the place where the five kids were born
And the old
than I'v ever been
Talent,
If it?s classic it?s gonna last forever than I?m everywhere you never been and better than I ever been
Classic
Better than
nine to fives
But steady working overtime
You must not have seen a little mf get rich before
The only way up is to build the bag
Who cares if a bitch is
Technics 12
We slap high fives and start cause it's time to raise hell
Bam is right beside me, people rushin the door
Charlie Mack in the back, O-wiz
White people got you believing just 'cause I'm tellin' a nigga
To stop getting his head kicked in by the police
To take the gun he would use to shoot
hand's always open, for real
Ayy, thirty-three years, I gave that to the game
Thirty-three mil, I save that for the ring
Five hundred weeks, I fill
that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my girlfriend
Yep that's my girlfriend
I'm saying man, that's my little mama
know what I'm talking 'bout?
I fly G5
So, send me a postcard
Send me a three-by-five
Letting me know you're still alive
Say you'll visit December
Send me a sorry note
Tell me you forgot
peoples
in & out the shore, they call
it shore, sea call it
pish rip plosh
The
5 billion years since
earth we saw substantial
fives and I got tens
Told people I was your friend But right now that's gonna end
I never like to pretend Got so much bread I could spend
You're so
exist in a midst of unforgiveness.
The outcast never last,
Because they out of there class.
Most get by with there 9 to 5.
Trying to survive,
In a rat
was Going on
I know there's nothing stronger Than
Retribution from a Woman Scorned
Week later I see the news
And I see the tide had turned
People stuck
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for "Other", P is for "People
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for Other, P is for People scratchin'
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
Cause them little niggas done killed you
In the kitchen like grandma
Put these bitches on stand by
When it come to getting this money
Fuck everything no
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