Odd Squad - Da Squad lyrics

Rollin in my man's white 'Lac
With a 40oz of brew
Smokin on some herb, trackin down fools
And everything's alright cause this
Party is live damn skippy
I'ma do it like this to the day I die
(Odd Squad)
But on the real, I thought you knew, ho
I gots the Mad Flava with
A touch of that Gumbo
Ill freakin the funk every goddamn week
So watch me bang bang boogie
To this funky beat
Rob hit's this track like a dime bag of weed
Yeah, I can't believe them niggas up on the
Ave that tried to get with the
Q to the u to the e-s-t
Down with the O double to the muthafuckin d
It's like that and it always will
For them niggas who talk that shit
You hoes ain't never seen skills
This ain't no gang or a
Crew or a high-cappin clique
No combat boots or baggy pants
Dreadlocks - none of that shit
So let me hear it one
Time for the Coughee Brothers (yeah)
Peace to my homies and moms duke, yeah
Much love to ya
And one more thing before I'm out
I'm here to let you niggas know
I'm down with the Squad

Well it's the nigga they call the Jugg
From the Squad kickin it Odd, shit
You taste it first so that mean
You got to pause it
Just a group of real g's who
Makes you buckle to your knees
I'm pullin swisher sweets from my sleeves
Stuffin it full of coughee every day
For the fun of it i love to clock the paper
Get the pussy and get blunted
So listen to the nigga they call the J
To the u to the double g
Chillin with these niggas I call my family
That's my brother D who writes
The lyrics about the pussy
Next to me is C-Ray with the spliff
Now pass it to me
That's my brother Rob Mac who
Makes the funky fat track and hey Chris
P-Black who watches a nigga back
And we're the Coughee Brothers
Just some down muthafuckas
Whoever possess the sess, yo
We share it with each other
It's like that y'all
(that y'all) it's like that
Y'all (that y'all)
And today I got the dime and it's fat y'all
(fat y'all) i'm with the Squad

Well it's the Odd Squad, Jugg Mugg
Devin and Rob
And we're steady gettin drunk on the job
Everybody might know us for smokin
That weed and feelin fine
Gettin full, drinkin Bull
Buyin dime after dime but it's time
Cause hell, we been writin rhymes since '89
Tell em y'all (yeah, you know we ain't lyin)
But some people say we cuss too much and
That is not the way to go
Tellin us to make the album
Strictly for the radio
But yeah heh, this just ain't no comedy act
Just some brothers with rubbers stickin
They dick in your back
Bitch and don't get offended when there's
A different dick in your mouth
Every thirty minutes when you're
Fuckin with the Squad