| Damn I hate waking up on my couch
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| Waste of a bed in this big empty house
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| Wait — Sold the house, small empty apartment
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| Thinking to myself like «Man, don’t even start shit.»
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| Crick in my neck though, pillows ain’t effective
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| Pop-corn for dinner, corn-pops for breakfast
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| Far from a blockbuster night, nothing groovy
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| Fell asleep watching some on-demand movie
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| The Matador. |
| William H. Macy, Pierce Bronson
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| This is why you fronting on playing James Bond, son?
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| But I suppose a one man odd couple
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| Shouldn’t be popping shit 'cause I got enough trouble
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| I’m strangely estranged from my wife, kids, and cat
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| Living like LL’s track 'Cheesy Rat'
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| Bank account, credit, and self-esteem ravaged
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| I’m one ham sandwich away from going savage
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| Exaggerating but there ain’t no debating the fact
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| I need my swagger and my mojo back
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| Check my mailbox — filled with a stack of bills
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| And a bright red letter with silver and gold frills
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| Turns out it was an invite
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| To an oddy gato house party that goes down tonight
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| Was fly. |
| Was opening the envelope
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| Triggered the wild sound chip with an audio note
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| It read;
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| «Hey Amigo. |
| Jose Cuervos here. |
| He’s having a party. |
| and he want’s you to say
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| OLE, OLE, OLE OLE
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| I’m with the crew that put crazy Eddie’s right out of business
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| Trailer load of TVs at my house I’m like 'what is this?'
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| They singing Karaoke, sipping on sake
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| Chilling like Yakuza, all getting real sloppy
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| I told em 'Please leave, authorities coming soon'
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| The said 'We 'bout to jump the broom right inside your living room'
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| 'Whatcha gonna do with this property'
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| I turn around they all playing strip monopoly
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| The biggest chick in the room got on top of me
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| Papi I’ll be rocking your world, you ain’t stopping me
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| I said chill baby, pass me the Grey Goose
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| Stuffed it in her coochie la bang she screamed 'Jesus'
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| She went from super tight to way loose
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| Refrained from this type of behavior since like eight deuce
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| She said «I know that you slang, you have slave roots?»
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| I’m pimping all over the galaxy in space boots
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| OLE, OLE, OLE, OLE
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| Welcome to the house party, it’s me your friend Oddy
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| Fresh to death, head to toe, in that
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| We got fog machines, green lights, and one beacon
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| A trailer load of freaks at my house for one weekend
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| Speaking on the subject of freaks there’s on peaking
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| Through her clothes and there’s drugs on her rug like I’m streaking
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| Yeah baby — I guess I’ll be able to do it
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| She took a chance by undoing my pants and just blew it
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| I walked up to the spot and was amazed
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| The whole place was filled with like green haze
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| Free re-entry but everybody stays
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| Looked like this shit had been going on for days
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| Like that good time painting, night life at the studio
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| Sipping on my usually and Henny flow
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| I was accosted by a skinny, big titty hoe
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| Talking bout taking me back to her presidio
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| She started dancing but her whole style was pitiful
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| Trying to show me something from a Rap City video
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| Skeptical until said he know her though
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| A One for the gritty, yo
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| OLE, OLE, OLE, OLE |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ole , by - J-Live. Song from the album Then What Happened, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп