letra de oc 2 sgv - drexthejoint & rowdy racks
[intro: drexthejoint]
uh
b-tch, it’s the gangland
uh, uh
[verse 1: drexthejoint]
yeah, i’m screamin’ free the shooters
still bounce out and aim at your medulla
yeah, i rap a lil’ bit, still posted up, don’t let it fool you
yeah, i’m slidin’ on the fake ones, tryna k!ll ’em with this ruger
quick to shoot sh-t, i’m tryna chip a n-gga like like the ku klux
flip another big mac, my n-ggas been did that
we on garnsey, i’m tryna put him on a sh-t-bag
sl!ck steady cryin’ over hoes, can’t get his b-tch back
oh, you say you did what? we been did that
i’m a joint up in your section, n-gga, you ain’t did enough
we got y’all n-ggas pressured up, y’all n-ggas cliquin’ up
how y’all n-ggas feel some type of way, but y’all ain’t speakin’ up?
this sh-t regular to a n-gga, i do this sh-t for fun
abcdef, yeah, b-tch, i’m from the jay
same n-ggas that’s dissin’, that be the ones that ran away
y’all n-ggas sittin’ courtsidе, ain’t really tryna play
y’all had that b-tch on chokehold, i’m the typе to give her sp-ce
ho-ass n-gga, i’m mr. ain’t sh-t
used to beat the coochie up, i’m quick to go and lane switch
still up in the hood, could give a f-ck if i was famous
fly-ass n-gga, i’m on the block rockin’ some maisons
[verse 2: rowdy racks]
ayy, rowdy racks the rapper lookin’ dapper
macked your b-tch and then i give her back after
uh, you are her man? i’m her master
she tell me that she love me and i respond with laughter
check it out, you’s a mark, i’m a factor
don’t n0body f-ck with you like a bad actor
your b-tch clownin’ and you ain’t even gonna slap her
i’m the type to crack her and put her on the tractor
i laugh at her, you get mad at her
reach your hand way back and take a crack at her
pull out a gun and clap at her
crazy as a mad hatter
she a throwback, my dad had her
n-gga, you and that b-tch ain’t sh-t
you can’t get none of this, i’m from ridge gang, b-tch
b-tch, my hood is crazy on some insane sh-t
blast you in your head and ask you where your brains went
enemies diss, but they ain’t sayin’ sh-t
load up the chop, b-tch, rowdy rack sprayin’ sh-t
i came to bring the pain, on the gang
load up this hundred-round clip and let it rain, b-tch
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