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letra de oooh (remix) - amerigo gazaway

[verse 1: pos & dove]
yo, don’t scandalize
mine, i spent too much time
straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk
never fetchin’ for crime, halt! who goes there?
yo, it’s the squeeze of five fingers, puffin’ smokey the bear
shinin’ black like darth vader caps, they on stare
while we rockin’ it, i’ll rock in it (rock in it)
like the little ball inside the spray can providing three
coats for both child, woman and man

[chorus: redman]
god bless the god, lay these streets wall to wall
it go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
it went, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

[verse 2: pos & dove]
it ain’t my fault
your -ss is on the asphalt, got your chin touched
by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
i’m iced out like a gl-ss of tea, better yet
oatmeal cookies, y’all just rookies to me
slidin’ up and down the court, but i don’t think you can d
why try? maseo be gettin’ high since
luke was luke skywalk’, man, my
topic of talk is sheddin’ shame all over your game
like them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin’ is the
past drug, a life filled with (mmm)
that’s what thugs love, snatch you fast, wrap that -ss
in the rug of your choice while it m-ffles your voice
now when i’m swimmin’ through the joint, i put the funk on hold
’cause if you don’t, you’ll see the bubbles come up, we run up a tab
and gladly add a little extra for miss
flashy faces with bigger lips for that -ss to kiss
most crews are post-current while we’re forever
direct beats that’s contagious, loved by all ages
graduated from the you-and-i-versity
of hard-hitters, for real

[chorus: redman]
i got n-gg-s
in the streets that’ll blast your -ss for the shine and get
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
yo, if you a fat chick gettin’ your f-ck on tonight
then go “oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!”
yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you’re lovin’ our sound
go, “oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!”
yo, and to my broke n-gg-s on the corner holdin’ me down
go, “oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!”

[verse 3: dove, pos & redman]
yo, i swear tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong
i had plans to buy more land, plant corn
bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks
set backs is gonna get my -ss p.e. hostile
rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat
big money’s make the big decisions, keep hip-hop
alive, it’s just an intermission
back to the second half of the feature flick
d-ck stacks and f-ck rap
i had a name for makin’ paper
since papier-mâché
now my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play
while you broke n-gg-s reach drunk much quicker
you don’t make enough bread to soak up all your liquor
went from god to god d-mn, d-mn god, you’re k!llin’ it
should incorporate it, invest half a mil’ in it
rap cats talk with no will in it
soundin’ like they virtual, this joint’ll hurt you, yo
twas the night before christmas and my crib got robbed
(shhh shhh shh, shhhhh) they did a job, took all the goodies
out from under the tree, except the cd’s
of shiny-suit rappers and flossin’ emcees
who fail at takin’ it to rhyme degrees
man, you know no wack poems get no play in our homes
you need to not get nappy with me or else we gon'”relax your mind, let your conscious be free”

[chorus: redman]
yo, where my wall street n-gg-s, if ya up in the stands, go
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
to my women that’ll throw they hands against they punk–ss man, go
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
yo, if you never been shot or stabbed, brick city go
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
yo, i gotta catch a cab back to the lab so i can smoke
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

- amerigo gazaway

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