Joell Ortiz, Iffy - Oh! lyrics
[Joell Ortiz, Iffy - Oh! lyrics]
Yeah! What we talkin 'bout?
Yeah! What we doin here?
Joell, with the Large Pro-L
When you get yo money, get yo mind right
I say what's real, fuck that limelight
All these haters, they don't want it
All these haters, know I'm on it
And I got 'em like AYYY-OHHH
And now they like "Oh!"
Then I got 'em like AYYY-OHHH
And now they like "OH!"
Yeah you niggas think it's a game
See a smile on my face, Freq' turn me up
Pro - go wild on my bass
These motherfuckas gotta know
I'm crack cocaine in the 80's, I got a flow
I rap so crazy, you play with me, adios
Homey, I'm the second coming
This ain't the first time I've
Been on a record buggin'
Sho' 'nuff won't be the last
I'm just gettin started
You hollow, no furniture in a big apartment
I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a nigga that rap
And I can scrap nigga
Don't get your ligaments cracked
Man I'll get at Twitter
(ha) I'm street to the 9th power
Walk in the spot, one deep with a light
Yaowa
I'd be lyin if I told you that my bucks major
But, I walk in and pick the
Broad that I'mma fuck later
Club carpet becomes garbage for
The Dutch paper i see you watchin'
What up hater?
Somebody said his homey was better
I guess he lied
I'm hot, got my borough on lock, like 25
To life when I write feel the ground shakin'
E'ry word that I recite, get the town bakin'
I'm not yo' average beast
I can't stomach y'all, make my abs get weak
Extra nauseous from the blab you speak
So drop your pens, rip your notepad and skeet
You not a friend
Don't make me have to grab you creeps
I count to ten, one two too late, bastards
Look at y'all, shook, Kool-Aid packets
You know the situation, I'm that intimidatin'
Cold dog
(g) , I flow like a fridge in Nathan's
You tryin to bring it back
I'm just tryin to bring it
You got them Red Bull bars
You just kinda wing it
Like a butter knife, that ain't gon' cut it
But, I ain't even mad at y'all fuckers
You niggas can look around
Ain't nobody as hot
If you nobody, I stop by and body your block
(WHAT UP?)
If you somebody I turn you to the first nigga
I'm the worst nigga
Call me Mr earth, niggas bodies are dropped
My team really 'bout it homie
Shotties are popped you a bitch
Probably shit, get on your potties and squat
This rap music is my new hustle
I don't plan to post up, with a few bundles
I'm on the grind all the
Time with a nine nigga, head nod shit
Y'all weak
Man this is sweet like a eggnog mix
Every word I speaks like a
Splurge out of the pound
Y'all birds out here TWEETS
Like words after a pound
Say my name and I'mma put you in your place
No not a song - I'mma come see
You and punch you in your face
(BLAOW) Blame Brooklyn
Cause that's where I was brought up
You ballin, I'm above the rim
Don't get caught up
Yeah! What we doin here?
Joell, with the Large Pro-L
When you get yo money, get yo mind right
I say what's real, fuck that limelight
All these haters, they don't want it
All these haters, know I'm on it
And I got 'em like AYYY-OHHH
And now they like "Oh!"
Then I got 'em like AYYY-OHHH
And now they like "OH!"
Yeah you niggas think it's a game
See a smile on my face, Freq' turn me up
Pro - go wild on my bass
These motherfuckas gotta know
I'm crack cocaine in the 80's, I got a flow
I rap so crazy, you play with me, adios
Homey, I'm the second coming
This ain't the first time I've
Been on a record buggin'
Sho' 'nuff won't be the last
I'm just gettin started
You hollow, no furniture in a big apartment
I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a nigga that rap
And I can scrap nigga
Don't get your ligaments cracked
Man I'll get at Twitter
(ha) I'm street to the 9th power
Walk in the spot, one deep with a light
Yaowa
I'd be lyin if I told you that my bucks major
But, I walk in and pick the
Broad that I'mma fuck later
Club carpet becomes garbage for
The Dutch paper i see you watchin'
What up hater?
Somebody said his homey was better
I guess he lied
I'm hot, got my borough on lock, like 25
To life when I write feel the ground shakin'
E'ry word that I recite, get the town bakin'
I'm not yo' average beast
I can't stomach y'all, make my abs get weak
Extra nauseous from the blab you speak
So drop your pens, rip your notepad and skeet
You not a friend
Don't make me have to grab you creeps
I count to ten, one two too late, bastards
Look at y'all, shook, Kool-Aid packets
You know the situation, I'm that intimidatin'
Cold dog
(g) , I flow like a fridge in Nathan's
You tryin to bring it back
I'm just tryin to bring it
You got them Red Bull bars
You just kinda wing it
Like a butter knife, that ain't gon' cut it
But, I ain't even mad at y'all fuckers
You niggas can look around
Ain't nobody as hot
If you nobody, I stop by and body your block
(WHAT UP?)
If you somebody I turn you to the first nigga
I'm the worst nigga
Call me Mr earth, niggas bodies are dropped
My team really 'bout it homie
Shotties are popped you a bitch
Probably shit, get on your potties and squat
This rap music is my new hustle
I don't plan to post up, with a few bundles
I'm on the grind all the
Time with a nine nigga, head nod shit
Y'all weak
Man this is sweet like a eggnog mix
Every word I speaks like a
Splurge out of the pound
Y'all birds out here TWEETS
Like words after a pound
Say my name and I'mma put you in your place
No not a song - I'mma come see
You and punch you in your face
(BLAOW) Blame Brooklyn
Cause that's where I was brought up
You ballin, I'm above the rim
Don't get caught up