Lyrics Oh No Pt. 2 - Messy Marv, Nate Dogg

Oh No Pt. 2

But when I pitch the ball I throw back hard
Niggas be like that back hard
In the drought and nigga we go back hard
Shit I and broke my mayonnaise jar
They hollered out (Oh No)
D.P.G.C.
the second and third letter (Second and third letter)
B.C.B.G nigga I couldn’t get her (uh uh)
Apple bottom in baby phat the shit’d never fit her
In Cali' they gettin' thicker and thicker, real talk
I’m on them black and Chinese, with hustlin' potential
That’ll get that shit that’s clear as crystal
Hide the rubber ducks and push the rental
Draw down and yank on the pistol and have em holler (Oh No)
West Coast Frisco the game is real (Uh huh)
I’m pluggin' my way through without a major deal
And these sponge ass niggas be soakin' me still
I work in bezels this ain’t no pop out grill
Them ho’s holla (Oh no)
Come them niggas from the west side
While silly niggas pimpin' out rides
I hit a ho and toss her to the side
You know, oh no
You know them niggas that they don’t play
You step to me you fuckin' up your day
Snatch your glass and stick it like
All day, oh no
Nigga, I’m alright on the turf all night on the turf
'Til it’s light on the turf (What else)
Shoot dice, rock ice, nigga fight on the turf
Take your life blood, right on the turf
We have 'em hollerin' (Oh no)
You fags fuckin' with heat (Fuckin' with heat)
And this fully with this drum don’t fit up under the seat
What’s beef?
Beef is when I pull out blammy
That mayn without jamming
I don’t drink too much mo' ma, I fuck with the trees
I’m a hundredthousandaire bitch, I’m fuckin' with cheese
Nate Dogg and Mess you know you fuckin' with G’s
Soon I get to pullin' up my sleave
Them ho’s holla' (Oh no)
And I’ma stay in the bay, you miscellaneous niggas better watch what you say
Fuck bangin' on wax I’m bout trigger play
And the K it hit you from a mile away (Rah)
Them ho’s holla (Oh no)
Come them niggas from the west side
While silly niggas pimpin' out rides
I hit a ho and toss her to the side
You know, oh no
You know them niggas that they don’t play
You step to me you fuckin' up your day
Snatch your glass and stick it like
All day, oh no
What?
The west don’t crack homie stop that
Put that mic back down boy drop that
The resurrection I’m tryna bring Pac back (Makaveli)
It’s that M One cocked back
They hollered out (Oh no)
You niggas respect some
At the Source awards I’ma have to check some
I rape y’all flow (What!?) Take y’all ho (What!?)
We hate y’all though, that’s why Nate Dogg go (Oh no)
Come them niggas from the west side
While silly niggas pimpin' out rides
I hit a ho and toss her to the side
You know, oh no
You know them niggas that they don’t play
You step to me you fuckin' up your day
Snatch your glass and stick it like tay
All day, oh no
These niggas here they just can’t wait
And got no time for goin' on dates
Fuck yo' ass and send yo' ass away
Don’t play Oh no
Don’t on niggas that pay
Worried about the steak’s that’s on my plate
Don’t forget the game don’t wait (Game don’t wait)