Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh No, artist - Big Boi. Date of issue: 04.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oh No |
| We’re back |
| This is MC extraordinaire |
| Reporting to you for W-A D-F, generation one television |
| We here in a remote area |
| Somewhere way back up in the woods |
| With members of the elite Dungeon Family |
| Them boys in there workin' on some shit so fire |
| I bullshit you not |
| Ey, welcome to Purple Ribbon, prime-time official |
| Killer Mike, y’all |
| Killer kill from the ville, go hard on the rhyme |
| Like a junkie on powder I go hard every line |
| I’m a ex-Dope Boi but I still rap low |
| And I sold more horse than a polo sto' |
| I’m destined to become a millionaire |
| Similar to Phil Collins I can feel it in the air |
| My car change colors like a million airs |
| Necklace, get reckless and touch my chain |
| I put it in the air and bust your brain |
| Any sucker out there tryna' take my cash |
| Better pray God with him when I catch his ass |
| Or he gon' lay there dyin' wit' a bullet in his ass |
| We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y’all |
| Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders |
| Pardon my French but if you give me an inch |
| I’m a take five kilometres and give it to the commoners |
| Some dirty white boys and some hoochie black girls |
| Nearly one million sold but I’m still in that world |
| That’s why you won’t see Bubba, buck head bouncin' |
| Unless it’s the cream and I’m upstairs countin' |
| You know the type of bread that don’t involve accountants |
| Continuin' the legacy my four fathers founded |
| We won a lot of battles but the war is still ragin' |
| She’s turned a lot of tricks but the whore is still agein' |
| What is? |
| what God gave me for my birthday |
| You ain’t D-F dawg, fuck what your shirt say |
| Talkin' bout he’s undeserving of the blessin’s |
| When truthfully the tat was roomin' them suggestions |
| New? |
| clean in the game they? |
| We ain’t them boys that you can’t say earned it |
| We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y’all |
| Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders |
| Every now and then, me and my kin, we get to bussin' |
| Not in the high school football game, I’m talkin' bout rhyme thrustin' |
| I’m talkin' bout line crushin', somethin’s empty bumpin' |
| On the low straight out the oven like some blueberry muffins |
| We got the stuffing like some? |
| or somethin', macaroni, mackalicious |
| Mack a bitch or a woman, there is a difference |
| Not if the woman start bitchin', won’t get in the kitchen |
| Male, chauvinistic, nah, ho, you missed it |
| I’m just kiddin', just playin', I’m just sayin' we humpin' around |
| Like the ghost of Bobby Brown and Stankonia lingerin' round |
| We have found proof of sound of our ground |
| When we’ve split in two parts, no one can block us now |
| Maybe top lock but we can’t stop, let the great white head be severed |
| We weathered the storm, with feathers, something we treasure |
| (Well I never) and you never will, suckered up |
| The Dungeon Family is here to stay and we don’t give a flying fuck |
| We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y’all |
| Sideline uppin' these haters and bitch riders |