Lyrics:
blinded by cultural ignorance and steady judging
But judge not, lest ye may be judged
For the judgment ye judge ye shall surely be judged, you gets no
a real-world scan
They cable, I'm streamin', they nice
But the difference, they can't
Do it on demand, i'm the man
B-b-bombin' on these beats if you
Tally up
(GONE)
It'll be for life, only players when I'm beerin' at
I want the better things in life
Nice, he ain't hearin' that
I ain't the nigga to be buyin'
see us now in our bathing dresses
Oh! You in a nice rich navy
And me in stripes, perhaps? Hm
It'll be so quiet
That who'll come by it
Except
and get ya llama back
I be smoking presidential, this is not Obama pack look
Yes it's presidential you can see it on the Rollie
Scoli got a fully with
Must be nice
Having someone you don't have to show they know exactly where it hurts
Must be nice
Having someone who trusts you despite what they've heard
at the end of a chukka
And had to be sent to the hills?
Have you heard any news of that bloke in the Blues
Was it Southerby, Sedgwick or Sim?
You know,
Who's the OGK? (That's Yung)
Who's the OGK?
I say it with my chest I'm the OGK
Original Grime kid
You can call me the OGK
They're blaming politics
Cause'
I'll be at your neck and
The next thing kid
Imma kill ya team
You take my kindness for weakness
Bet you won't like me mean
I'm nice with it
My side
To hear real ill beats combinated with rhymes
Brought to you by the person at the T-O-P
That be G-O-D, and I be T-I-P
The promoter of the flyness, witness
body baby, you a hottie and you tall
You look good in that dress, but at your best with nothing at all
Make it bounce and clap, you know I like it like
I gotta be slammin, gotta be comin
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalmin
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent
Said I saw you
I Said I saw you walking by
I saw you walking
By with another nigga
That ain't me
Mmmh
See you
On the other side
Mmmh
Ay
I saw you
an eighth Before I leave anywhere
Mad as hell
Bar's too hot
Pick that shit up off the Q with some tongs
Fuck that boxing shit when I be punching its Either
Yeah what, what
Back up on the remix, let me flip this
beat be hitting hard, it might just leave ‘em with slipped disk Penning every lyric, recorded
drink in the club
Don't mean that you gon' be sleepin' with me
Just because me and you’s fuckin
Girl it don't mean none
‘cause you ain't getting money
50-something
But he acts 20-something reminds me
Of an old Mafia guy
Then there's Coach! The guy that
Likes guys you know
It had to be one of those but
He can
Waking up from a nice dream
To a beautiful morning with you by my side
That's nice
Just as long as it makes you happy
If it makes you happy
Just be
Be nice, girl!
You have to pay a price, girl!
They like to give advice, girl!
Don't think about it twice, girl!
It's time to get to work!
Art
Be nice, girl!
You have to pay a price, girl!
They like to give advice, girl!
Don't think about it twice, girl!
It's time to get to work!
Art
see us now in our bathing dresses
Oh! You in a nice rich navy
And me in stripes, perhaps? Hm
It'll be so quiet
That who'll come by it
Except
get with us
It's west coast, the most, I be yellin
Nigga, Mack 10 bellin as a three time felon
Chorus, Ice Cube:
Fuck what you sayin, and fuck who you
up a rock and
It totalled my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for the valley?
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
back homey
Deal with it, I'mma be here for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big here
Let me paint this picture while you sit here
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