Lyrics Flappin - O.G.C.

Flappin

Starange Wondah:
Yes yeas y’all O.C.C.
be double O be the best y’all
E-Swift be always representing for the west y’all
Let me feel up shortie with wide breast y’all
It ain’t no test y’all.
Come on, break it down take it there
We take it there, we about to take it up.
Top Dawg:
I’m pulling the evidence form all y’all fakin’ass residents
Who claim that y’all community clam and come from heaven send
You best to get out of my face with all that yappin'
I told you aboout that flappin', about shit that can happen
I’m askin’you to gwan head with the Boot
The y’all weeds good but the green weed no good
Starange:
Mad niggas wanted so I’m glad y’all could make it Starange freakin’with the flow even with my hair braided
Yo I hate it, when fake MC’s make believe
To be the bomb on the mic and get over with mad G Now Fab 5 is like a household name
On thee attack that was lead by Starange
You know me chillin’with number 2 and the O.G.
Hoes be on me like that glow on Obe Won Konobi
Can’t you see that wehn the storms on the shelf
We totally crush LP’s (we don’t need no one else)
So ask who can you rn to bus you won’t escape
From no one Starange the Shogun you hate
(Caboy boy caboy boy) O.G.C.
we build or destroy
Come again (caboy boy caboy boy) O.G.C.
we either build or destroy
Louieville:
Do he dare think he will survive
Goin’against Ville Stluggah number 2 from Fab 5
Originoo Gunn Clappa yeah batter originoo gunn stasher
Tory if you didn’t know end of story
Part like land make way cause here come Louie
Quiet riot gets rid of the fools quickly
See it’s thee, 3 dimensional beams guns apon ya Storm watch watch clock if not yous a gonner
I’d ratehr be meeting niggas in time and square
Cause what is rare and gettin’extinct is niggas with shit to share
I see his face I see his feet
I see the gun and bwoy you are gon dead
With 2 beer gun shots to him head
Leave the war behind you painted tin red
Thee O.G.
with smoke spliff to him dead
It’s your choice you best not forget it You better listen to the words I just said
Cause me serious armaggedion afight
And we be prepared and aware and on sight for the enemy
(Where you gonna run to?)
Too much flappin’pon streets need green
Take it back to beat down a dope fiend
Starange:
Son I know what you mean cause shorties sill say that
I know that ain’t jack high off 8 black
Louieville:
Tough guy they lie they see moms in the precinct
Starange:
Sayin’where could he be cause I haven’t seen him recent
-ly, the MC from O.G.C.
Mr. period S-T-R-A-N-to the G Got y’all niggas scarred y’all ain’t prepared
For the business what’s this?
Louieville:
Dismiss these niggas with the quickness
Starange:
Get your shortie wop cause I heard she had the thickness
Louieville:
Shifted trapped a flapper like John
Crossing G.C.'s you fools are dead wrong
So long boy voyage ghost be gone
Those?
can’t hand you up apon this channel
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