Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song X-Unknown, artist - O.G.C.. Album song Da Storm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
X-Unknown |
Smack, and when you hear that, then ya |
Know that it’s the quiet riot storming in the center |
(No doubt) Do it like this and like that |
Put the change in the streets from fists to gats |
Feeling loosey goosey off the liquor, can’t shut these |
Lips up, never slip up, but on point just like |
A stick-up. |
I’ll shoot my gift to your gut like |
A jail jux and run my line up your spine like |
A blind book. |
Shook crooked booked. |
Ain’t no time |
For joking, provoke this like gun smoke. |
Some nice |
And hoping, soaked in acid eating, can be that |
Bastard. |
Eleven thirty fire, sound burn asses |
To ashes |
Rips and tears—when you hear that, then ya |
Know that it’s the Big Kahuna next on your menu |
(Lord have mercy) Do it like this and that |
Making changes on the streets from fists to gats, hah |
I race to the new unknown. |
No one |
Is home, so I relax my chrome |
Temporarily until I come face-to-face with these |
Fake-ass slackers who try to bury we |
You better be mentally, physically fit |
‘Cause O.G.C. |
comes equipped for your lip |
No flapping. |
Having heart attacks when we’re coming through |
Your back door, and you still asking for more |
Of Top Dog, but you don’t really want no more |
They all fall, and they all spoiled |
(Booyah!) And when you hear that, then ya |
Know that it’s the beast from the East—don't enter |
(No doubt) Do it up like this and that |
Make the change in the streets, like, from fists to gats |
Niggas don’t be knowing what be going |
On when I be flowing wilder than Samoans |
Bitches get dissed because they Miss like Jones |
When it’s my turn to throw, you get hit with stones |
Now I guess your whole crew’s under pressure |
Don’t mess around with the sarge, man. |
I’m Large like Professor |
Spots blown—run for cover. |
It’s just another |
Boot Camp bomb—sound the alarm, I’m with Sluggah |
(Everything is real) AKA the nature |
(Everything is real) What we call it? |
Nature |
(Everything is real) AKA the nature |
(Everything is real) O.G.C. |
call it nature |
When I ran around town, doing things I did |
Bucking shots at them criminal kids |
Many tried to infiltrate through my mind state |
But my mate, the lye break kept my fucking mind straight |
Bitches get put up, and punks shot down |
Frowns on their faces when them niggas draw the trey pounds |
Clowns front, act like they don’t know |
But O.G.C. |
agrees that that’s a no-no |
Crying, whining like that Lion, far |
From bows, so hop your ass on that fucking Yellow Road |
Sewn up from the toes up, emcees get |
No leeway (O.G.C.'ll split ya three-ways) |
From the parts |
Unknown, I have sparked and blown any punk |
Who wanna test, or any marked with the chrome |
It is known that my style increases |
Like the deficit. |
You’re best to get out of my face. |
I’m on some next shit |
Yes, it gets hectic like Chill Rob. |
Ill squad |
Who pull the cards on retards |
We scar (Who?) anybody, and make niggas |
Wanna party, so don’t act rowdy ‘cause, in this room |
It’s mad cloudy. |
Now we walk around with |
The Glock and the pound, G |
And you knows that |
There’s no stopping Fab 5, Ruck and Rocking |
Originoo Gunns make other crews run like stockings |
Hype when the mic’s inside my control |
Tighten up my grip so I won’t fold |
Wetting niggas, I’ll play too much, I’ll leave ‘em damp |
I’m the champ (Starang) you know from the Boot Camp |
The illest, obsolete fleet from PJ’s |
Gunn Clappa Numba One (Number one DJs) |
From the beginning, niggas knew they wasn’t winning |
Ninety-now is the ending of them niggas that’s pretending |
When you hear that, then ya |
Know that it’s the Originoo Gunn Clappaz—don't enter |
No doubt, do it like this and like that |
Put your change in the streets from fists to gats |
Rips and tears—when you hear that, then ya |
Know that it’s the Big Kahuna next on your menu |
(Lord have mercy) Do it like this and that |
Making changes on the streets from fists to gats, hah |
«Bitch, please.» |
And when you hear that, then ya |
Know that it’s that nigga Starang—don't enter |
(No doubt) Do it up like this and that |
Wondering where all my niggas from Brooklyn at |