Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Be the O's, artist - Outsidaz. Date of issue: 18.06.2001
Song language: English
We Be the O's |
| My girl came over looking sad |
| So I asked her whats wrong she said moms and dad |
| Daddy trippin so I asked her how? |
| She said daddy drunk pushing moms around |
| I’m like WHAT? |
| I’mma break his neck |
| Cause moms kinda cool and deserve respect |
| Jumped in the Range Rover, I’mma smoke this punk |
| I made sure the joints was inside the trunk |
| Merked, Parkway South, til I reached his house |
| Moms on the porch with a busted mouth |
| Straight cryin tryin to get me to leave |
| Pops still cursin I can still smell trees |
| Dipped him from behind, tried to reach for his nine |
| Lift the four-fifths up and lost my mind |
| Start squeezin til he hit the floor |
| And gave that fool smooth what he askin for |
| Now, we be the O’s for all those don’t know |
| We gon' give you fools smooth what y’all askin for |
| Cash flow, mad gold, passin hash and 'dro |
| We gon' give you fools smooth what y’all askin for |
| Hoes? |
| we got hoes that’ll touch they toes |
| That give y’all fools smooth what y’all askin for |
| Blow, we gon' blow til theys blow no mo' |
| We gon' give you fools smooth what y’all askin for |
| Yo, yo |
| How many times must I tell you punks |
| I smell you skunks that want me to fail and flunk |
| Skip bail get jumped, nailed and stuck |
| Swelled in lumps, spend my life in the jail for one blunt |
| And my baby mother she don’t make it no betta on me |
| Run around thinkin I’m cheatin on her, smellin my laundry |
| So fuck it I might as well do it, if I’mma get accused, shit |
| Make some plans up with a few chicks |
| Now outta the few one of them got it and called me back |
| Freaky Lisa, who like big blunts and cognac |
| Rough sex and all that she be blessin a nigga |
| Come to find out this my baby mother half sister |
| I had to think for a minute, sip my drink for a minute |
| Put the cup to my lips wasn’t a fucking thing in it |
| Now I’m buggin, baby mother feelings all swole |
| All I can say is she got what she asked for (Thats how it go) |
| Now, we be the O’s for all those don’t know |
| We gon' give you fools smooth what y’all askin for |
| Cash flow, mad gold, passin hash and 'dro |
| We gon' give you fools smooth what y’all askin for |
| Hoes? |
| we got hoes that’ll touch they toes |
| That give y’all fools smooth what y’all askin for |
| Blow, we gon' blow til theys blow no mo' |
| We gon' give you fools smooth what y’all askin for |
| Let me tell you about my man named Slang |
| We used to hang way back when P&S was the gang |
| We used to cut school and roll up trees play humpty |
| Stay? |
| lully? |
| rockin collas and gray rugbys |
| My man fifty grand down for combat |
| Head was on straight til his mom passed |
| He started flippin, started mixin somethin up with the coco |
| Highjacked a bus and went loco |
| Yo he got caught went to jail |
| Then came back home, same rap tone but no where to live |
| No kids, no wife, no job, no ice |
| Can’t cop a pair a kicks at no low price |
| Without a buck can’t come up, clock or roll dice |
| Hard way to live when the night fall right |
| Outsida to the bone doing drugs even harder |
| Run up in the beauty parlor and reak havoc |
| Life is mad tragic, I believe in black magic |
| I’ll be seeing you again, when my road end |
| Got a A.P.B out and a message to send |
| Ride around everyday with my vest and my ten |
| So unless you a friend Pacewon don’t wanna see ya |
| Don’t be the next geek I heat up shoot twice and leave ya |
| Cut twice and beat up |
| R.I.P. |
| I hope the rats find ya corpse and eat ya |
| No remorse either |
| Now, we be the O’s for all those don’t know |
| We gon' give you fools smooth what y’all askin for |
| Cash flow, mad gold, passin hash and 'dro |
| We gon' give you fools smooth what y’all askin for |
| Hoes? |
| we got hoes that’ll touch they toes |
| That give y’all fools smooth what y’all askin for |
| Blow, we gon' blow til theys blow no mo' |
| We gon' give you fools smooth what y’all askin for |