Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh Really , by - Jake One. Release date: 06.10.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oh Really |
| They say in the last days the father’s own child goin to come |
| Ain’t no side of him yet, I think he’s on the run |
| 'Til then the party don’t stop, 'til the sun |
| Swallowed a shot of Play Hard, now I’m numb |
| So loose and ready to spaz over the drum |
| Give 'em the full sum, so this genera-tion! |
| Don’t ever front on the Plug One |
| Oddball out of the bunch but still ball with the best of 'em |
| Been a pop off play to a U-G-K like Pimp and Bun |
| And when I’m somewhere in between, still second to none |
| When I’m somewhere off the scene, I’m off wreckin your hun |
| He majored in thumb sucking, without usin a thumb |
| I’m here to stun you, with the way I un-do, the mass thinkin, my career |
| Is done |
| Cause in the end, your goin to know (it's just begunnn!!) |
| Head into the studio with the rhymes that’s Homer spun |
| Aim past the fame and shot the fortune |
| In the leg, and you know he bled, shred in crumbs |
| Swooped it up, fed some birds, put the rest in the vault, keep it up |
| Into my lung |
| Stop suckin in oxygen |
| 'Til then I stay gold like Pony Boy (they young) |
| So who’s the flyest and who’s the highest? |
| And who spits the vitamins for kids to digest? |
| Who’s goin to be the star in the sky |
| At the after party, With my bodyguards and my stylist? |
| Kid, go get your nails and your hair did |
| It’s cool your American, you can blame your parents |
| One big ringtone away from careless |
| So turn up the bass 'til it makes you feel air sick |
| Life is complex, I reflect |
| But I ain’t supposed to cry if I want to get respect |
| The winner gets dinner yet who pays the check? |
| The internet got us makin hits with people we ain’t never met |
| Log on and rock, rock on |
| And we ain’t goin to stop until these motherfuckin cops gone |
| Hopped on the stove top, stirred up the pot wrong |
| Got milk, got bombs, we ain’t got long |
| I’m goin to party like it’s 19 — never mind |
| And take it back to when today was a better time |
| Before the rap game became a soup ghetto line |
| Before the paper it was flavor like a pepper grind |
| What? |
| We download for the taste test |
| Yep, cause we ain’t tryin to waste a paycheck |
| Used to be the tape decks, played the apex |
| Now it’s all safe sex with fake breasts (breasts …) |