Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song OohWee! , by - Ras Kass. Song from the album Rasassination (The End), in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
OohWee! |
| Everything I say don’t be llello |
| Haters in batter rams, I slam |
| Like syringes in heroine, four hundred and fifty grams |
| Overdose, every coast, one hundred spokes chrome knock offs |
| And malt liquor bottle malatovs |
| Don’t gotta floss, huh, ain’t that the truth |
| Flyin in boobies, silver six hundred Coupe |
| Like whoop whoop, holla at me big baby |
| Sop me up wit a biscuit, cuz you know it’s all gravy |
| Linquistical flow, I ain’t Mystikal, but y’all ain’t ready |
| If a nigga don’t rhyme about crack, clothes, pussy and 'fedi |
| Eat a dick, that’s music to my balls |
| like Gloria Estefan fuckin Hakeem Olajuwon |
| How this black lil nigga get more head than a beauty salon |
| Guam, blowin ya shit out like Chaka Khan |
| For sheezy, my favorite women is sleazy |
| Bisexual triplet freaks, forty five at they sexual peaks |
| I’m fuckin three Tony’s, like Rafael Saadiq |
| And got a trick up my life, manufacturin cheese |
| My matrix will triculate wit melodies |
| Rehabilitated hood rats, shake the spizzie |
| I’m tryin to die filthy rich and +Ruthless+ like Eazy |
| C-Arson niggaz is know for flossin |
| But I still buy my T-shirts and socks from the Slausson |
| It’s so must that I smash when I mash for me Ass, cash, and gas, nobody ride for free |
| OohWee, they say Ras you a rider? |
| I reply wit Hell yeah, I’m a rider |
| I give it up for C-Arson |
| That’s the city north of Long Beach, Southwest of Compton |
| They say Ras you a rider? |
| I reply wit Hell yeah, I’m a rider |
| Watch me catch, Del Amo and the patch bitches |
| Fuck set trippin homey, don’t even trip |
| I never seen a hood wit a retirement plan to medical benefits |
| I’m bout seein black folk wit chips, and hundred thousand dollars whips |
| Instead of monkey C, monkey piru villian you wit, banana clips |
| I plan to flip my manuscript, like dyslexics |
| To sed it, to bet it all, genetic telekinetic brawl |
| See I’m the difference between booty calls and blue balls |
| Telethon wit Lou Rawls, and bevelin two percent off the top |
| S-s-sorry, Clinton got to break mines off |
| Decapitated, so where’s he headed? |
| I decapitate niggas, damage is bodily |
| Put your tire on flat, and kill by a gat like Ennis Cosby |
| Ain’t no probably hoe, recognize me My tennis shoe pimpin is more like twenty shoe |
| Cause no woman love me like the Remy do I write raps while pullin the lint off my nut sack |
| You 50% butt crack, I mean half assed |
| MC’s we discover the mathematic format |
| Beneath your north plan, I’m guaranteed to come well |
| Like a reverse doormat, 64 bit Sega, 80 proof Congac |
| and toll free pagers |
| I’m still comin out like inborn babies wit hangers |
| My crew consist of millionaires, failures and gangbangers |
| The dangers of loaded language, like cocked heat |
| Got it made, me known for laid, paid, then shot out like suede |
| Raid the police, cuz they sellin more crack then latinos and blacks |
| See we knows the facts, how Europeans jack |
| I’m sellin Native Americans gats so they can take they land back |