Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Set Sail, artist - O.G.C.. Album song The M-Pire Shrikez Back, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Set Sail |
Set Sail off, we going to the world |
Living in no fear, so hold on to your girl |
Lovely in naps, I got no time for curls |
Cause', nothing can stop this like Duke of Earl |
Set Sail off, we going to the world |
Living in no fear, so hold on to your girl |
Lovely in naps, I got no time for curls |
Cause', Destination: MFC, the world |
I puff la 'til I die, mommy don’t ask why |
I roll up and puff, and put it down like such |
And roll another Dutch, this nigga never get enough |
It sounds wicked, like when ya Ville’s still pack a biscuit |
A free week from studio and shows |
All I needs is me a check, and extra ends or dough |
Run up in my hoe, bang her walls |
Then I, bust off cause' I can’t take no more |
Then I, flee with my p-e-o-p-l-e |
With love up in my background, yellin, «Come back Henny!» |
A nigga 550 in an off-way Milleni-um |
I made a promise, told her, «I'll be back, come gimme some.» |
(Mwwah) |
That’s the way it’s supposed to fly |
Either with me or against me, until I die |
'Ville Slug kill jugs of Henny, puffing plenty |
If I see some love in the street I like |
I tell her, «Gimme some.» |
My day starts, my mission moves me closer to the door |
It’s sunny outside, yo son, say no more |
My chest achin' from the smoke that I was takin', in |
Yo, please pass no green weed again |
Because it’s nasty, I don’t give a fuck, let it pass me |
The last one that gave me that shit, must of been gassed, B |
Sayin, «Just smoke.» |
That’s all that y’all do |
I read it up in THE SOURCE, in VIBE arti-cle, hard to do |
The things that come naturally, how can it be? |
Police is coming after me! |
Driving my whip, I had to put out my spliff |
Crack the rooftop, and let all the smoke go out |
Aye yo, niggas tried to play my crew |
And got they ass chewed-up |
We out here like eighteen-deep (all crewed up) |
It was hot outside, I had my shirt off (tatooed up) |
Last time I came around (had to fuck some dude up) |
My mom said, «Damn, boy I think ya heads screwed up.» |
But now we MFC for life, you know how we do chumps |
Yo nigga stay flippin' (why?) Cause' Starang stay whippin' |
Something nice for me and my MFC to sit in |
Aye yo, all my gangbangin' niggas everywhere, bang-on |
My West-Coast niggas, I’ll be there soon, hang-on |
Niggas mad at Dru and Buck, cause them niggas put Starang on |
See me in the streets, now bitches wanna clang on, my dick |
See my face up in the mix |
I push a GS4 now, but I be pushin' a 6 |
That nigga Starang Wondah (William H.) Fuck a Hummer! |
I’ma push this LP (and push another next summer) |