Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Ox (805) , by - Madlib. Release date: 15.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Ox (805) |
| Haha |
| Cause you know Confucius said to get a big head, ya know |
| They think that they’re the only, the only musicians that are saying something |
| And the show continues, ladies and gentlemen |
| There, cause we not going to tell you no lie |
| Now, we have the one and only, Madlib, y’all, make noise |
| Yes, peace to the worlds, you know |
| But I got to hold mine down, check it out |
| If a nigga didn’t know, I represent the Ox everywhere I go now |
| Nigga, I’m from the O where X mark the spot |
| In they block, we are b-boy, Californ warriors |
| Raised in a territorial conflict |
| Press prints the Ox editorial |
| Close friend memorial (damn) |
| Story goes out of |
| B-boys from athletes, tripping |
| Went from beat street, don’t be a menace in ten weeks |
| Friends speak nonchalantly, thefts think cocky |
| We look, freak peek, watch me, nigga |
| Don’t sleep on me |
| I got get back like round trips and coffee skin chicks that chop rocky |
| Stop the, ain’t the hardest land |
| Cuz bitch niggas scram when the shit hits fan |
| Both hands holding it down |
| Yell proud, «O-X in the, they fuckin' around, we get busy» |
| If a nigga didn’t know, I represent the Ox everywhere I go now |
| It’s ya boy, M4, who represents the Ox everywhere I go now |
| T-t-the Ox |
| The Ox, t-t-the Ox |
| The Ox, t-t-the Ox |
| The Ox, the |
| It smell like shit at night, my people do a whole lot of shit at night |
| Going with a westside bully, roll on all along your boys with the fully |
| Up to the North, where Ray’s use to be next to Circle K |
| Right behind the 10-O-1 where the gangs bang truthfully |
| The eses and the brothers slang usually |
| Same way it is now, the way that it use to be |
| Dogs putting work for the turf whether they knew about smurf |
| Black rags or cowboy shirts, it’s all O to the X |
| If you talk slick, quick to get a hole in your chest |
| It’s easy to be mistaken for hating, so be careful of the statements you’re |
| making |
| Ears are listening, eyes are watching |
| But I rep to the coffin, start to drop, get it poppin' |
| If a nigga didn’t know, I represent the Ox everywhere I go |
| It’s «bring ya partner, Poke», who represents the Ox everywhere I go |
| Get ‘em |