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Tytuł: Win the G

  • Wykonawca: O.C.
  • Wy¶wietleń: 385

  
   *chorus*
  [BK] Yo O.C., are you ready to win the G?
  [OC] The Gusto is comin home with me
  Yo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?
  [BK] The Gusto is comin home with me
  Yo O.C., are you ready to win the G?
  [OC] The Gusto is comin home with me
  Yo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G?
  [BK] The Gusto is comin home with me
  [both] Comin home with me (comin home with me) comin home with me
  Rrrrahhhh!
  
  Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles
  
  Who got the hardest, MC style, ever created?
  Who got celebrity, status, and is still underrated?
  Who got them two glock nines that be black and nickel plated?
  And I'll blow a nigga's chest out, to keep me motivated
  My periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these
  So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies
  I got these niggaz shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like
  I knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you
  what I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can fuck with
  F-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks
  I don't give a fuck, if it's friend or foe
  This shit is my job to let you niggaz know so don't take it personal
  When I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do
  Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage
  like it's Hoe Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets
  Puttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this
  It's mad niggaz that be thinkin they nice with they flow
  It's mad niggaz that be frontin like they holdin some dough
  It's mad niggaz that'll challenge me and after the show
  They Don't Wanna Be Players no mo', like Joe
  Niggaz try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta
  fusion I'm smashin with the simple shit I'm usin
  Bashin and bruisin, who's in charge, BUMPY
  Step up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY
  
  *chorus*
  
  Verse Two: O.C.
  
  I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame
  platinum and gold plate, don't hold no weight
  I be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain't a motherfucker
  in his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine
  From West coast to East I'm full-fledged
  Bust the science, niggaz better know the ledge
  O see all, I G off, enemy I spot you
  Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first
  You tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp
  like Damien, out for world domination
  Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures
  I'm just out to make figures
  Who holds the threshold, to be the best
  I crunch niggaz with my gold teeth like, vegetables
  Carniverous deliverance, murder one nemesis
  Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence
  Talkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up
  You turn pussy on the mic when I roll up
  Coca-Cola, a fission like soda
  While you say butter, I'ma say Mazola
  Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear
  Thug niggaz what? Blowin up spots like a SCUD
  
  Win the G.. win the G..
  WIN THE G.. RRRRAHHHH!
  
  Verse Three: Bumpy Knuckles
  
  Who's that New York nigga left, that be nice like B.I.
  G.I., niggaz can't see I, see why?
  You new poppin niggaz, and you crew hoppin niggaz
  Step up in my face, and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggaz
  If this bitch up in yo' heart, I'ma find it
  If you think I'm talkin to you, then just rewind it
  I got six shots behind this, even with a vest on
  ya yellin, because I aim for the melon
  I'm a felon, and I bet you never, been in a fight
  Kinda like you really, never said shit on this mic
  So if I diss a nigga hustlin that makes me a displayer
  And if you buy my record twice, that makes you a two-payer/toupee-er
  And if your girl like Donna Karan, that makes her a DK-er
  And cause I hate your punk ass, that don't make you no playa
  Without this record business shit you niggaz is broke as fuck
  Smokin weed smokin woolies while I smoke your luck
  And while your flow needs, medical aid
  I just appear on niggaz shit, and I still get paid
  Now where's my G nigga?
  
  Verse Four: O.C.
  
  What niggaz'll think they made of steel and wanna play brave?
  Bitch MC's will find theyself in the grave
  I make slaves of niggaz in ways never made
  Voice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade
  Intense the moment like sex when I'm bonin
  Iller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans
  I set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful
  Who dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?
  I smite your ass quick fast like Flash runnin past your ass
  Niggaz'll end up with whiplash
  But for the moment, I'm zonin, any opponents
  I'ma cut it short right now, because this rap shit we own it
  
  [BK] Come up off that cash nigga
  *applause*