letra de oh! - joell ortiz
yeah, what we talkin’ bout?…
yeah, what we doing here?…
joell with the large pro l
get yo’ money
get yo’ mind right,
i say what’s real
f-ck that limelight
all these haters
they don’t want it
all these haters
know i’m on it
and i got ’em like aaaaooo,
and now they like oh! [x2]
yeah, you n-gg-s think it’s a game
see a smile on my face?
freq, turn me up
pro go wild on my b-ss
these motherf-ckers gotta know
i’m crack cocaine in the 80’s
i got a flow
i rap so crazy
you play with me, adios
homey, i’m the second coming
this ain’t the first time i’ve been on a record buggin
sho’ nuff won’t be the last
i’m just getting started
you hollow
no furniture in a big apartment
i ain’t a rap n-gg-
i’m a n-gg- that rap
and i could scr-p n-gg-
don’t get your ligaments cracked
man, i’ll get at twitter
i’m street to the 9th power
walk in the spot one deep with a like, yaowa!
i’d be lyin if i told you that my bucks major
but i walk in and pick the broad that i’m a f-ck later
club carpet becomes garbage for the dutch paper
i see you watching
waddup hater?
get yo’ money
get yo’ mind right
i say what’s real
f-ck that limelight
all these haters
they don’t want it
all these haters
know i’m on it
and i got ’em like aaaaooo
and now they like oh! [x2]
somebody said his homey was better
i guess he lied
i’m hot
got my boro on lock like 25
to life
when i write, feel the ground shaking
e’ry word that i recite get the town baking
i’m not your average beast
i can’t stomach y’all
make my abs get weak
extra nauseous from the blab you speak
so drop your pens
rip your notepad and skeet
you not a friend
don’t make me have to grab you creeps
i’ll count to ten
one… too late
b-st-rds
look at y’all
shook
kool-aid packets
you know the situation
i’m that intimidatin’
cold dog, flow like a fridge at nathan’s
you tryina bring it back
i’m just tryina bring it
you got them red bull bars
you just kinda wing it
like a b-tter knife, that ain’t gonna cut it
but i ain’t even mad at y’all
f-ck it
get yo’ money
get yo’ mind right
i say what’s real
f-ck that limelight
all these haters
they don’t want it
all these haters
know i’m on it
and i got ’em like aaaaooo
and now they like oh! [x2]
you n-gg-s could look around, ain’t n-body as hot
if you n-body i’ll stop by and body ya block
if you somebody i turn you to the first n-gg-
i’m the worst n-gg-
call me mr. earth n-gg-s
bodies’ll drop
my team really bout it homey
shotties’ll pop
you a b-tch
prolly sh-t
get on ya potties and squat
this rap music is my new hustle
i don’t plan to post up with a few bundles
i’m on the grind all the time with a nine
n-gg- headnod sh-t
ya weak
man this is sweet like an egg nog mix
every word i speak’s like a splurge out of the pound
ya birds
i hear tweets like words after a pound
say my name and i’m a put you in your place
no, not a song
i’m a come see you and punch you in your face
blame brooklyn, cause that’s where i was brought up
you ballin’?
i’m above the room
don’t get caught up
get yo’ money
get yo’ mind right
i say what’s real
f-ck that limelight
all these haters
they don’t want it
all these haters
know i’m on it
and i got ’em like aaaaooo
and now they like oh! [x2]
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