Текст песни Outsidaz - We Be The O`s
Outsidaz - We Be The O`s слова песни
Yeah, huh uh, yeahMy girl came over looking sad So I asked her whats wrong she said moms and dadDaddy trippin so I asked her how?She said daddy drunk pushed her moms aroundI`m like WHAT? I`ma break his neckCuz moms kinda cool and deserves respectJumped in the Range Rover, I`ma smoke this punkI made sure the joints was inside the trunk"Murph park way south til I reach this house"Moms on the porch with a busted mouthStraight cryin tryin to get me to leavePops still cursin I can still smell treesDipped in from behind, tried to reach for his nineLift the four-filths up and lost my mindStart squeezin til he hit the floorAnd gave that fool smooth what he askin for[Hook]Now, we be the O`s for all those don`t knowWe gon` give you fools smooth what y`all askin forCash flow, mad gold, passin hash and `droWe gon` give you fools smooth what y`all askin forHoes, we got hoes that`ll touch they toesThat give y`all fools smooth what y`all askin forBlow, we gon` blow til theys blow no mo`We gon` give you fools smooth what y`all askin forYo, yoHow many times must I tell you punksI smell you skunks that want me to fail and flunkSkip bail get jumped, nailed and stuckSwelled in lumps, spend my life in the jail for one bluntAnd my baby mother she don`t make it no betta on meRun around thinkin I`m cheatin on her, smellin my laundrySo fuck it I might as well do it, if I`ma get accused, shitMake some plans with a few chicksNow outta the few one of them got it and called me backFreaky Lisa, who like big blunts and cogniacRough sex and all that she be blessin a niggaCome to find out this my baby mother have sisterI had to think for a minute, sip my drink for a minutePut the cup to my lips wasn`t a fucking thing in itNow I`m buggin, baby mother feelings on swoleAll I can say is she got waht she asked for (Thats how it go)HookLet me tell you about my man named SlangWe used to hang way back when P&S was the gangWe used to cut school and roll up trees play humptyStay ?lully? rockin collas and gray rugbysMy man fifty grand down for combatHead was on straight til his mom passedHe started flippin, started mixin somethin up with the cocoHighjacked a bus and went locoYo he got caught went to jail And came back home, same rap tone but no where to liveNo kids, no wife, no job, no iceCan`t cop a pair a kicks at no low priceWithout a buck can`t come up, clock or roll diceHard way to live when the night fall rightOutsida to the bone doing drugs even harderRun up in the beauty parlor and reak havocLife is mad tragic, I believe in black magicGot me seeing you again where my roll endGotta A.P.B out and a message to sendRide around everyday with my vest and my tenSo unless you a friend Pacewon don`t wanna see yaDon`t be the next geek I heat up shoot twice and leave yaCut twice and beat up R.I.P. I hope the rats find ya corpse and eat yaNo remorse eitherHook