Outsidaz

Outsidaz - We Be The O's lyrics

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Yeah, huh uh, yeah

My girl came over looking sad 

So I asked her whats wrong she said moms and dad

Daddy trippin so I asked her how?

She said daddy drunk pushed her moms around

I'm like WHAT? I'ma break his neck

Cuz moms kinda cool and deserves respect

Jumped in the Range Rover, I'ma smoke this punk

I made sure the joints was inside the trunk

"Murph park way south til I reach this house"

Moms on the porch with a busted mouth

Straight cryin tryin to get me to leave

Pops still cursin I can still smell trees

Dipped in from behind, tried to reach for his nine

Lift the four-filths up and lost my mind

Start squeezin til he hit the floor

And gave that fool smooth what he askin for



[Hook]

Now, we be the O's for all those don't know

We gon' give you fools smooth what y'all askin for

Cash flow, mad gold, passin hash and 'dro

We gon' give you fools smooth what y'all askin for

Hoes, we got hoes that'll touch they toes

That give y'all fools smooth what y'all askin for

Blow, we gon' blow til theys blow no mo'

We gon' give you fools smooth what y'all askin for



Yo, yo

How many times must I tell you punks

I smell you skunks that want me to fail and flunk

Skip bail get jumped, nailed and stuck

Swelled in lumps, spend my life in the jail for one blunt

And my baby mother she don't make it no betta on me

Run around thinkin I'm cheatin on her, smellin my laundry

So fuck it I might as well do it, if I'ma get accused, shit

Make some plans with a few chicks

Now outta the few one of them got it and called me back

Freaky Lisa, who like big blunts and cogniac

Rough sex and all that she be blessin a nigga

Come to find out this my baby mother have sister

I had to think for a minute, sip my drink for a minute

Put the cup to my lips wasn't a fucking thing in it

Now I'm buggin, baby mother feelings on swole

All I can say is she got waht she asked for (Thats how it go)



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Let me tell you about my man named Slang

We used to hang way back when P&S was the gang

We used to cut school and roll up trees play humpty

Stay ?lully? rockin collas and gray rugbys

My man fifty grand down for combat

Head was on straight til his mom passed

He started flippin, started mixin somethin up with the coco

Highjacked a bus and went loco

Yo he got caught went to jail 

And came back home, same rap tone but no where to live

No kids, no wife, no job, no ice

Can't cop a pair a kicks at no low price

Without a buck can't come up, clock or roll dice

Hard way to live when the night fall right

Outsida to the bone doing drugs even harder

Run up in the beauty parlor and reak havoc

Life is mad tragic, I believe in black magic

Got me seeing you again where my roll end

Gotta A.P.B out and a message to send

Ride around everyday with my vest and my ten

So unless you a friend Pacewon don't wanna see ya

Don't be the next geek I heat up shoot twice and leave ya

Cut twice and beat up 

R.I.P. I hope the rats find ya corpse and eat ya

No remorse either



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