Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ugh Oh, artist - Mark BattlesAlbum song Broken Silence, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fly America
Song language: English
Ugh Oh |
| It’s Battles |
| Ughhhh |
| Fly America |
| Ugh oh, I’m startin' to think that you in trouble pal |
| Believed in the team and it seems we startin' to bubble now |
| Old enemies tryna' come around |
| But I just leave 'em lost and jealous, Southern Cal |
| My fans say my lines the sickest |
| Metaphors, I got metafives and sixes |
| Yeah, I’m on my grind to get it |
| Porn star, going hard is in my job description |
| Uh huh, see after school is when the lesson starts |
| So even punctuation couldn’t question Mark |
| Enjoy the crazy ride, we won’t ever park |
| My pilot is to blame for the flame, I just set the spark |
| Ha, ha! |
| We updated the roster |
| The city of Indianapolis created a monster |
| The first to make it from this place, I’mma take it and conquer |
| And laugh in they face cause they hate when we prosper |
| Shout out to my fans we made it look easy |
| Buzzin' 'round the underground its time to take it to TV |
| Believe me |
| Los |
| Ugh |
| I tried to push the red line to the Bentley and shiver |
| And take the top back like an Indian giver |
| Indians cap with the wide smile |
| Your girl see my style give me the high brow |
| For the cash out, I follow you to Moscow |
| Don’t make me lash out like the follicles under eyebrows |
| My rollies got me sick with ridiculous rage |
| I’m trying to switch the faces like Travolta and Nicolas Cage |
| Rap’s my playground and I’m a dinosaur |
| These was just my monkey bars, bars that I was sliding bored |
| Keep yo asses out the deep end |
| I still advance at a stand still without a knee bend |
| I used to write (write) with my left (left) when my right was sore |
| Now I just left (left) the pen there (there), I don’t write no more |
| It ain’t right no more, whats left to do |
| If you could write what I don’t have to write, what would be left to you |
| Sickest rapper livin', glad to see em learn |
| I couldn’t catch the flu, cause it ain’t want to have me in return |
| Los |
| Los, what up? |
| Shout out to the whole bad boy camp |
| Diddy, what’s good? |
| It’s Fly America |
| Fly high or get flown over |
| They told me not to do it, so I did it |
| Man, they just hatin' on my crew, and now they with it |
| How terrific |
| Simply about business, I’m hot with my words |
| I’m like Sesame Street, you can watch me and learn |
| Got me a turn, now I’m tryin' to profit and earn |
| Consciously firm, so it really got 'em concerned |
| My spot is deserved, yeah man I’m runnin' it right |
| Man the stars will handle bars like the front of a bike |
| Struggle and fight until I’m loving my life |
| Road spells, hotels and, buckets of ice for a couple of nights |
| Stayed and we jumpin' on flights, wonderful heights |
| Lord blessed, we must’ve done something right |
| So I go by my real name for a big reason |
| Give you all of me, I’m never misleadin' |
| Praying that my music get to spread through the regions |
| Could’ve gave up, never begged never pleaded |
| Even through the struggles you will never see no tears either |
| So sing along or bring it on you little cheerleader |
| It’s Battles! |