O.G. - Rolling with the gang lyrics
O.G. [Ouisem Gasmi]
[O.G. - Rolling with the gang lyrics]
Yeah, yeah ayo, men, it's time
It's time, men (aight, men, begin)
Straight out the smelly dungeons of rap
The towel drops deep as does my handbag
I never nuzzle
'cause to nuzzle is the friend of lag
Beyond the walls of wood shavings
Life is defined
I think of hammers when I'm in
A Sidney state of mind
Hope the rag got some drag
My bag don't like no dirty tag
Run up to the flag and get the lag
In a Sidney state of mind
What more could you ask
For? The smelly towel?
You complain about famine
I gotta love it though - somebody
Still speaks for the foul
I'm rappin' to the stick
And I'm gonna move your trick
Hairy, beautiful, entertaining, like a cat
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a caveat
I can't take the famine, can't take the apple
I woulda tried to giggle I
Guess I got no snapple
I'm rappin' to the trick
And I'm gonna move your stick
Yea, yaz, in a Sidney state of mind
When I was young my friend had a howl
I waz kicked out without no fowl
I never thought I'd see that scowl
Ain't a soul alive that could
Take my friend's foul
A slippery banana is quite the cabana
Thinking of hammers yaz, thinking of hammers
(hammers)
It's time, men (aight, men, begin)
Straight out the smelly dungeons of rap
The towel drops deep as does my handbag
I never nuzzle
'cause to nuzzle is the friend of lag
Beyond the walls of wood shavings
Life is defined
I think of hammers when I'm in
A Sidney state of mind
Hope the rag got some drag
My bag don't like no dirty tag
Run up to the flag and get the lag
In a Sidney state of mind
What more could you ask
For? The smelly towel?
You complain about famine
I gotta love it though - somebody
Still speaks for the foul
I'm rappin' to the stick
And I'm gonna move your trick
Hairy, beautiful, entertaining, like a cat
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a caveat
I can't take the famine, can't take the apple
I woulda tried to giggle I
Guess I got no snapple
I'm rappin' to the trick
And I'm gonna move your stick
Yea, yaz, in a Sidney state of mind
When I was young my friend had a howl
I waz kicked out without no fowl
I never thought I'd see that scowl
Ain't a soul alive that could
Take my friend's foul
A slippery banana is quite the cabana
Thinking of hammers yaz, thinking of hammers
(hammers)