| Mad something!
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| Oh Assassin, Kardinal a bad something
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| Search ya know!
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| Kingston!
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| I don’t know 'bout ye
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| Man a real OG
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| When you the realest
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| You don’t need to try to be relevant (OG!)
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| 416 all we doin' is stick to the regiment! |
| OG!
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| My Gosh
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| Money is talkin', de madem a try to be eloquent (OG!)
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| I’m friends with the hustlers and I give the daps to the reverend (OG!)
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| I told them to pray for the block and to pray for my brethren OG! |
| (Pray for me!)
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| The ghetto is hungry, they robbin', shootin' and embezzlin' OG!
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| Wherever there’s love I am home
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| Welcome to my residence (OG!)
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| They talkin' bout all that they doin', but where is the evidence? |
| (OG!)
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| I do this for all of my kings that’s living in tenements (OG!)
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| A moment of silence for haters
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| We offer remembrance (OG!)
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| I give you opportunity, you talkin' bout opulence OG!
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| You couldn’t see what we doin' with Gucci binoculars
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| Tell me!
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| What a nigga know about me?
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| I get L-I-V-E
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| You don’t want beef and you the king
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| And all you wanna do is just preach?!
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| Niggas want everything free, you can get this D-E -L-I-V-E-R-A-N -C-E
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| S to the T-R-A-I to the G
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| H-T still in HD, holla at me, OG!
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| OG! |
| With no T-wop in my life my niggas is nothin'
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| The devil talkin' so loud, but we know he bluffin'
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| Youngsters don’t provide info, yeah, we know nothin'
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| Tell me somethin'
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| Tell me somethin' OG!
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| OG! |
| Tell me ye ain’t heard about me!
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| TICKA TICKA Real OG
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| OG! |
| Tell me ye ain’t heard about me!
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| TICKA TICKA Real OG
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| OG! |
| Tell me ye ain’t heard about me!
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| TICKA TICKA Real OG
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| OG! |
| Tell me ye ain’t heard about me!
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| TICKA TICKA Real OG
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| Nowadays… you can see me drive slow
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| Through the west side (OG!)
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| Big up all da man upon road, I was born on di East Side (OG!)
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| Sum' o' dem pull bad, I don’t really trust da police out here (OG!)
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| Speed bad, doin' 80 in a 50, goin' straight through Leaside (OG!)
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| 808's in the trunk, slave to fashion with a chain on (OG!)
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| Kunta Kente, still have plenty, I’m you’re neighbourbhood Trayvon (OG!)
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| So many killed, don’t have names, don’t get reported on the TV (OG!)
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| So many illiterate, ignorant, that can’t even spell LV (OG!)
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| You don’t really know about me!
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| Trust we ain’t from the same scenes
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| Trust we ain’t' from the same genes
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| Trust we ain’t inna dem tings
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| Nah, you ain’t on my team!
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| Cuz all of us are born kings
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| And Queens respect the crown when you see it
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| Some wanna be it
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| But got they eyes focused on a Beamer
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| Tryin' hard but I’m still a sinner
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| Oh God, OG!
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| Real OG manna real OG
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| Ya girlfriend said that I’m a D-O-G
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| Cold-breaded assassin call me Kobe
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| Operator to the ting I’m like a D-O-C
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| Fear no man it’s only G-O-D
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| Real OG no real orgy
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| 'Nuf of dem a talk 'bout OG
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| They don’t know 'bout the gangsta C-O-D-E
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| Dat dem with a big man
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| Big papa soldier with
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| Big man thirty
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| We a G-major dem a g-minor
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| Me g-shocks put them in a big flat
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| Then G pon
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| Pulla envy
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| Or we up a inna club where we drop 10 Gs
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| Or a 100 Gs pon a new Benzi
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| Partna’s like «OG» When dere girlfriend see it
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| OG no hse up in the front seat
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| Mission complete
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| Everybody dun speak!
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| OG!
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| Me do me research!
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| What I can’t cuss?
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| Me do me research! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song OG , by - Kardinal Offishall. Song from the album Kardi Gras Vol. 1: The Clash, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп