Okey Dog

Once upon a time there was a one man gang Who never ran from anyone or sold cocaine OGs in the city all knew his name So here's a little story about the gang that he claimed The hottest nigga I know, he from Okey Dog crip When he get up out the pen better hope he don't trip Teriyaki or pastrami, he was always in some beef A legend to this day, they talk about him in the streets It's not a real hood, it's something that he made up To piss gang-bangers off cause he never gave a fuck He wore white Pro Wings, with pink and green strings And dare anybody on the shore to say a thing Seen him knock a lot of dudes out with one swing By his side he always kept the baddest bitch you ever seen Made his first million by the age of seventeen Running credit card scams, never touched a triple beam He was the king, everybody tried to trip on him They would get confused when he Okey Dog Crip on 'em Most of the time they would just start laughing But they all got knocked out quick just for asking "Where you from, homie? Where you, where you from?" (what?) "Okey Dog Crip, and y'all don't want none" "Where you from, homie? Where you, where you from?" (whoop) "Okey Dog Crip, and y'all don't want none" The hottest nigga I know, he from Okey Dog Crip Once knocked a nigga out, and he broke his own fist like this In L.A you get hit up every day The homie had to come up with something different to say He like "no matter what I say they gon' always want to fight I'd rather get in to it over something that I like And the one thing I love in this world above all Is the Teriyaki burger that they make at Okey Dog" All he needed was a cause that he could get behind He was always down to squad cause he won every time Ever since we was little he could fight very well Seen him whoop a grown man and we was only 12 Kept to himself unless they bothered him first But like I was saying at the top of this verse He busted up his hand on a bitch nigga's head All because he walked up to my homeboy and said "Where you from, homie? Where you, where you from?" (what?) "Okey Dog Crip, and y'all don't want none" "Where you from, homie? Where you, where you from?" (whoop) "Okey Dog Crip, and y'all don't want none" The hottest nigga I know, he from Okey Dog Crip He pulled out a chopper, told me focus in on this This can make a man brave, this could make a man a slave And once you pull it out ain't too many standing in your way Trigger in your hand, you gotta understand A lot of men use arms cause they ain't got hands The shooter is respected much less than the gladiator If you kill a nigga then his homies gon' get at you later You square up, win some, lose some I need to save the day like John Witherspoon, son Homie's almost out after 8 to 10 years But I'mma say something that he might hate to hear Look, now that I'm a grown man 30 something years and I'm out here tryna throw hands It's green light for me to blast a motherfucker So you better think twice before you ask a motherfucker "Where you from, homie? Where you, where you from?" (what?) "Okey Dog Crip, and y'all don't want none" "Where you from, homie? Where you, where you from?" (whoop) "Okey Dog Crip, and y'all don't want none"