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letra de same cuz - org mass

[intro: (org mass) & mo dubb]
aye
rich rollin wassup
(cuz rolling one up
and i don’t even roll up
you know the vibes n-ggas)
dirt gang
(naybahood)
(aye), look

[hook: mo dubb]
all my real n-ggas sail up (ayo cig)
yeah the crips stay solid won’t change up (nah nah)
you know me fool i’m the same cuz (same what)
been real from day one and y’all made up (ha)
young loc n-ggas bout to f-ck the game up (aye)
no du-rag but we bout to build a wave up (ohh)
clipping n-ggas you gon see them all shape up (gltt boom)
heart to heart, soul to soul ain’t no hate cuh
rich rollin wassup

[verse: org mass]
from the veer
on the ave
to decatur (wassup)
mr. rogers in ya hood i’m the naybor (six owe)
yellow tape red light all the haters (west up)
all my shottas on go ain’t no favors (let’s go)
i said chucks on my flag i don’t really do the feets
i don’t really like to brag but i’m really with the c’s
i’m locomotive even when i’m going overseas (skrtt)
i know some locos out in west might put you on a tee (bloaw)
wait, like the tmc store
i done inked the tmc all inside of my core
hit the whale with the wave from atop i reassured
i be rollin like a n-gga in seattle on the score
i ain’t playing with it
full rotation my 30 he caught a stain in it (gltt boom)
528 til i’m 730 in brain with it
got two fingers one thumb’n all through the change with it
i never change it
[hook: mo dubb]
all my real n-ggas sail up (ayo cig)
yeah the crips stay solid won’t change up (nah nah)
you know me fool i’m the same cuz (same what)
been real from day one and y’all made up (ha)
young loc n-ggas bout to f-ck the game up (aye)
no du-rag but we bout to build a wave up (ohh)
clipping n-ggas you gon see them all shape up (gltt boom)
heart to heart, soul to soul ain’t no hate cuh
rich rollin wassup

[verse 2: mo dubb]
know the set and i’m throwing it up
while i’m sip on something cold in my cup
cuz rolling one up (rollin)
talk tough find ya soul in a blunt
body bag get to folding you up (yup)
know my body know i stay with it
tell a n-gga know his lane ‘fore i aim in it (boom)
n-ggas thinking it’s okay i can’t play with em
snuff a n-gga got em thinking that a train hit em (bop bop bop)
chuck two thumbs up make a h with it
harlem sh-t dirt gang what i bang n-gga (dirt gang)
real crippin i can’t change n-gga (nah)
not even for the fame n-gga (nah)
i shine bright not a shade dimmer (listen)
n-ggas hate throwing shade sickening
got me feeling i was made different
i don’t really get it
think i got em in they feelings love you when they must remember
respect my name when i’m in the ceiling
[hook: mo dubb]
all my real n-ggas sail up (ayo cig)
yeah the crips stay solid won’t change up (nah nah)
you know me fool i’m the same cuz (same what)
been real from day one and y’all made up (ha)
young loc n-ggas bout to f-ck the game up (aye)
no du-rag but we bout to build a wave up (ohh)
clipping n-ggas you gon see them all shape up (gltt boom)
heart to heart, soul to soul ain’t no hate cuh
rich rollin wassup

[outro: (org mass) & mo dubb)
know the set and i’m throwing it up
(i never change in it, n-gga)
harlem sh-t dirt gang what i bang n-gga
(mr. rogers in ya hood i’m the nayba)

- org mass

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