Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Orange Mound, artist - Prophet Posse. Date of issue: 10.02.1998
Song language: English
Orange Mound |
| Orange mound nigga orange mound |
| Orange mound nigga then we gonna turn it out |
| Mafia is what I claim |
| O-D-P is where I dwell |
| M-town with a prophet mind |
| To make you will live in hell |
| Stickin’to my plan |
| Deep in evil land |
| paper chasin’money freaks |
| Make em’chrome |
| Move it watch my murder rate (quickly increase x2) |
| Teh god god is on my (??) |
| Like a (shadow master x2) |
| Beat through your windows |
| On the news I’m labelled child molester |
| But I’m just another orange mound nigga that you love to hate |
| Slowly risin’to the top and fuck what a nigga say |
| Niggas ain’t shit but a nit from a monkey’s dick |
| Slapin’on bananas with no peel bitch |
| Feel this |
| Mafia, picture from the mountain of doom |
| Causein’much distruction |
| Check your heart |
| Because it’s (full of doom x2) |
| Hennesy will thinks? |
| For the once you love to (talk shit x2) |
| Dislocate your arm and make you do the bank head bounce bitch |
| By this N-Y-P |
| Never be flippin this record |
| Controllin’the end of the mally mally |
| When you hear it and feel what you playin' |
| You ain’t nothin’but costly hoes |
| What you nine |
| We comin' |
| We comin’to invade your motherfuckin’home |
| Can’t nobody save you bitch because we know you all alone |
| Phone lines cut |
| You been a real or chump up with this click |
| Shouldn’t of ran your mouth because your mouth gets you in trouble trick |
| Talkin’shit I would not recommend for you to do my nit |
| Prophet runnin’over suckas tryin’to get a fuckin’gig |
| What I say is real |
| You don’t have to fear or feel me When you cross you take a loss |
| That’s when you have to deal with me Callin’me but did ever before because you know we got to rise t-o-p |
| Quick to make my pocket fatter |
| And then I got to make a plan to abort my case |
| Prophet bitch are down because it’s written all over your fuckin’face |
| I touch ya 4−4-4 |
| Never test a lonesome child |
| O-N-P what I be throwin’throught the crowd buck wild |
| Let me get my porno clothes |
| And my point has just bee said |
| And I know your ass scared bitch |
| Cause piss runnin’down your (leg x3) |
| Orange mound… till fade |