Madlib, Poke, M.E.D. - The Ox (805) lyrics
[Madlib, Poke, M.E.D. - The Ox 805 lyrics]
Haha cause you know Confucius said to
Get a big head, ya know
They think that they’re the only
The only musicians that are saying something
And the show continues, ladies and gentlemen
There, cause we not going to tell you no lie
"Now, we have the one
And only, Madlib, y’all, make noise"
Yes! Peace to the worlds, you know
But, I got to hold mines down, uh
Check it out if a nigga didn’t know
I represent the Ox everywhere I go now
Nigga, I’m from the O
Where X mark the spot, in they block
We are d-boy californ warriors raised in
A territorial conflict
Pen script the Ox editorial
Close friend memorial (damn)
Story goes out of and Dallas
Til the hit to the rope b-boys from athletes
Tripping, went from beat street
Don’t be a menace in ten weeks
Friends speak nonchalantly, thief think cocky
We look broccoli, freak peek, watch me
Nigga, don’t sleep on me
I got get back like round trips and
Coffee skin chicks that chop rocky
Stop the chrome, man, ain’t the hardest land
Cuz bitch niggas scram when
The shit hit's fan
Both hands holding it down
Yell proud, "O-X" in the
Audi, they fuckin’ around, we get busy
If a nigga didn’t know
I represent the Ox everywhere I go now
It’s ya boy, M4
Who represents the Ox everywhere I go now
(The Ox) The-the-the Ox
The Ox, the-the-the Ox
The Ox, the-the-the Ox the Ox, the
It smell like shit at night
My people do a whole lot of shit at night
Throw the wooly with a Westside bully
Roll on all along your boys with the fully
Up to the North
Where Ray’s use to be next to Circle K
Right behind the 10-O-1 where
The gangs bang truthfully
The eses and the brothers slang usually
Same way it is now, the way that it use to be
Dogs putting work for the turf
Whether they knew about smurf
Black rags or cowboy shirts
It’s all O to the X if you talk slick
Quick to get a hole in your chest
It’s easy to be mistaken for hating
So be careful of the statements you’re making
Ears are listening, eyes are watching
But, I rep to the coffin, start to drop
Get it poppin’
If a nigga didn’t know
I represents the Ox everywhere I go
It’s ya playa partner, Poke
Who represents the Ox everywhere I go
Get ‘em
Get a big head, ya know
They think that they’re the only
The only musicians that are saying something
And the show continues, ladies and gentlemen
There, cause we not going to tell you no lie
"Now, we have the one
And only, Madlib, y’all, make noise"
Yes! Peace to the worlds, you know
But, I got to hold mines down, uh
Check it out if a nigga didn’t know
I represent the Ox everywhere I go now
Nigga, I’m from the O
Where X mark the spot, in they block
We are d-boy californ warriors raised in
A territorial conflict
Pen script the Ox editorial
Close friend memorial (damn)
Story goes out of and Dallas
Til the hit to the rope b-boys from athletes
Tripping, went from beat street
Don’t be a menace in ten weeks
Friends speak nonchalantly, thief think cocky
We look broccoli, freak peek, watch me
Nigga, don’t sleep on me
I got get back like round trips and
Coffee skin chicks that chop rocky
Stop the chrome, man, ain’t the hardest land
Cuz bitch niggas scram when
The shit hit's fan
Both hands holding it down
Yell proud, "O-X" in the
Audi, they fuckin’ around, we get busy
If a nigga didn’t know
I represent the Ox everywhere I go now
It’s ya boy, M4
Who represents the Ox everywhere I go now
(The Ox) The-the-the Ox
The Ox, the-the-the Ox
The Ox, the-the-the Ox the Ox, the
It smell like shit at night
My people do a whole lot of shit at night
Throw the wooly with a Westside bully
Roll on all along your boys with the fully
Up to the North
Where Ray’s use to be next to Circle K
Right behind the 10-O-1 where
The gangs bang truthfully
The eses and the brothers slang usually
Same way it is now, the way that it use to be
Dogs putting work for the turf
Whether they knew about smurf
Black rags or cowboy shirts
It’s all O to the X if you talk slick
Quick to get a hole in your chest
It’s easy to be mistaken for hating
So be careful of the statements you’re making
Ears are listening, eyes are watching
But, I rep to the coffin, start to drop
Get it poppin’
If a nigga didn’t know
I represents the Ox everywhere I go
It’s ya playa partner, Poke
Who represents the Ox everywhere I go
Get ‘em