Project Blowed, Ganjah K, Volume 10, Myka 9, P.E.A.C.E. - O.G. Crew (Heavyweights Round 3) lyrics
[Project Blowed, Ganjah K, Volume 10, Myka 9, P.E.A.C.E. - O.G. Crew Heavyweights Round 3 lyrics]
We are the OG crew
First of all check it out
ATU, maskedmen, blac clan
Freestyle fellowship
And first brigade is in this bitch
Don't you know we hold down the whole show
Huh, we just got the feeling
An ebony prince dances on the ceiling
And zulu sticks to the walls
Abstract evolves into a MC with no flaws
Getting applause hoorah from the griots
In ya' faces matulas and the Aceys
And the Mikeys on Jupiter well I see a light
Must be that Ganja K kryptonite
We really gone rip that shit tonight
At a Volume of 10 and we all are important
And we have a lot to say boom
7 smooth MC's make crazy cartoons
To bad we pimpin' the story's never ending
Flows you can't shake a stick at
This big black mass of we give em' (fatjack)
Now we change the rhythm
We are the OG crew
Original west kizzy-oast
Original doing the most
Everytime we come in the house
We hold down the hole damn show
We hold down the hole damn show
We hold down the hole damn show
Everytime we come in the house
We hold down the hole damn show fo' sho'
Everytime we come in the house
We hold down the hole damn show
Could anybody take a little time out
I'm finna' put a rhyme out
For find it, your sure to undermind this
Behind this
Fatjack consigned us to beatbreak
But, you gotta pay them dues cheap skate
Ain't no free rides
When the OG crew gonna white out?
You undermind we ain't no joke or no jibe
Wanna take the filling out your inside
Right or wrong, be strong
We're gonna keep on keeping on
OG original god gangsta griot biotch
Here me now, see me not
Things be not, Acey got the whole place hot
We are who the OG crew
And you know we giving up that W
I thought you knew
And this the shit we love to do
Cause we are true and we can't be fade
If ya' masqueraded or if ya' perpetrated
I hate it
We are the OG crew
Ins-credible, i'm not edible
You can not taste me get away from me
I'm not a pastry i hate you mother-fuckers
Who come around from thee
Braggin, boasting and toasting
Like bread and butter i wanna know murder
Red run, redrum have you run
I'm gonna kill someone today
I'm bugging to the lotto play?
This is a westcoast thing
So I must sing and scream
You know what I mean i want you to give up
I couldn't give a fuck
If you ain't from my neighbourhood
My neighbourhood is way back
On crenshaw area ya' know
Where fools are scared of a murderer
And a motherfucker who is down with the game
God this westcoast thing
We are the OG crew
Every once in a while
Them niggas come and sample our style
Who breath, aggrieve?
That thief from 3000 miles
Feel free to steal from me
But remember who your asking to
This west coast blow up from mad men
And who are you when it
Comes to bumbling runs
And uh, forget where it began
Cause westcoast is running shhh
Sure you get some dap from what
Happened back in the days we be freestyle
Memorabilia, hip hop, flav'
We are the OG crew
Kicking up the sinister mustard we serve you
So why, why, why do you steal are
Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes all the time
New styles we invent
So whack MC's must repent
The sun rise on the east
But on the west is heaven sent and i'm gone
Whatever you ever want it done
We can do, it's true
And we'll never lie to you we're clever too
And we'll make a fool of you
And chew and spit out your whack ass crew
We are the ultimate omen?
And there's no clue nigga thought you knew
It's an original, individual, debuts
We're the OG crew
One who flew over the cuckoo nest
And doo doo, foul mood
I was in a shitty mood
There was no feeding for thinking
Until I came through with food
Then betwixt the mix and some what rudeboy
It's cool too if your watching news interview
Rendezvous and we're loose screwed
Down the avenue i would just twitch my nose
And switch my pose bruise
Make you black and blue myka, acey, AB too
And ganjah K be round MC
And fatjack got my back and a spinal tap
And we're a little bit more verbally loose
Than Dr seuss and Mr Magoo
Or mother goose and winnie the pooh
I pitty the fools
Fucking with the heavily weighted crew
We are the OG Crew
Where you from fool the south
When I put it upto my mouth
I'm guaranteed to rock the house
Miscellaneous manuscripts
Lack mathematical, mechanical
Movements in and out of mood swings
And uh, violent trips rips clowns
Watch them all come tumbling down
One by one, look what i've done
Thoughtful four some
Warning flaunting styles
Rolled the Coltrane for Miles
Just to get a recipe give it to me
Mike-Gillespie what wrong
Your not watching my Armstrong
Strong arm flex, whats next
Easy, please, wheeze don't let me go
I loves to flow all night long
You turn me off and i'll come back on
Sacrificing lives, cars, homes, animals
Taken away by flammables
Blowing out candles with these handles
Vandles with a tag on this with my fist
I mean toe tagged and zipped in a body bag
You just got a front row seat to the morgue
Thats why I stored objects in my demolition
Put in a tenable position
To surrender inner system
Stark automatic violet
Your fronting, i'm blasting
It seems like the whole skies lit
I'm drenched in darkness and violet
Umm, trying to re-style it
And just like calling and hanging up
Find out, 96 i'm dialling
We are the OG crew
Yeah, huh
Yo, fuck a paper caper brown free
Like a skyline, I rhyme
In time with my own watch
Pocket watch, dangle on the OG freestyle
Jazz gangsta angle the geometry be free
My science holds my alliance down
What your name
Brown surrounded westcoast town
See brothers throwing up W in the air
And I got braids in my hair
So nigga's wanna know if i'm blood or cuz
I'm neither but i'm both
So on east coast or the west coast
I blow a toast through the chronic
Makes me sonic, bionic
Feeling like sean kemp smoking hemp
None before he naughty
24 years old, brown, stroll with gold
Diamond rings I sing song from yester-year
Drop verbal tear an i'm out
Yeah, big shout out to
The first motherfucking brigade
Big shout and rest in peace
To my homeboy bombay yeah, this how Ganjah K
Is gonna do it for 1994
Even though I stay higher than mount everest
I got enough wind to win
Over the most athletic i feels no guilt
When i'm on tilt of bud and beverages
And my sharp flow leave MC's like hedges
I'm the lawnmower man i will mo' you
I will mo' you and your whole crew
Yeah, yeah yeah
I make most of you look like a fool
When it comes times to see who rules
But on the normal i'm cool
So, it's best to be my ally
Or fall by my waist side
I wake up on the wrong side everyday
Tryna' conjur up everyway to
Straight get paid
First of all check it out
ATU, maskedmen, blac clan
Freestyle fellowship
And first brigade is in this bitch
Don't you know we hold down the whole show
Huh, we just got the feeling
An ebony prince dances on the ceiling
And zulu sticks to the walls
Abstract evolves into a MC with no flaws
Getting applause hoorah from the griots
In ya' faces matulas and the Aceys
And the Mikeys on Jupiter well I see a light
Must be that Ganja K kryptonite
We really gone rip that shit tonight
At a Volume of 10 and we all are important
And we have a lot to say boom
7 smooth MC's make crazy cartoons
To bad we pimpin' the story's never ending
Flows you can't shake a stick at
This big black mass of we give em' (fatjack)
Now we change the rhythm
We are the OG crew
Original west kizzy-oast
Original doing the most
Everytime we come in the house
We hold down the hole damn show
We hold down the hole damn show
We hold down the hole damn show
Everytime we come in the house
We hold down the hole damn show fo' sho'
Everytime we come in the house
We hold down the hole damn show
Could anybody take a little time out
I'm finna' put a rhyme out
For find it, your sure to undermind this
Behind this
Fatjack consigned us to beatbreak
But, you gotta pay them dues cheap skate
Ain't no free rides
When the OG crew gonna white out?
You undermind we ain't no joke or no jibe
Wanna take the filling out your inside
Right or wrong, be strong
We're gonna keep on keeping on
OG original god gangsta griot biotch
Here me now, see me not
Things be not, Acey got the whole place hot
We are who the OG crew
And you know we giving up that W
I thought you knew
And this the shit we love to do
Cause we are true and we can't be fade
If ya' masqueraded or if ya' perpetrated
I hate it
We are the OG crew
Ins-credible, i'm not edible
You can not taste me get away from me
I'm not a pastry i hate you mother-fuckers
Who come around from thee
Braggin, boasting and toasting
Like bread and butter i wanna know murder
Red run, redrum have you run
I'm gonna kill someone today
I'm bugging to the lotto play?
This is a westcoast thing
So I must sing and scream
You know what I mean i want you to give up
I couldn't give a fuck
If you ain't from my neighbourhood
My neighbourhood is way back
On crenshaw area ya' know
Where fools are scared of a murderer
And a motherfucker who is down with the game
God this westcoast thing
We are the OG crew
Every once in a while
Them niggas come and sample our style
Who breath, aggrieve?
That thief from 3000 miles
Feel free to steal from me
But remember who your asking to
This west coast blow up from mad men
And who are you when it
Comes to bumbling runs
And uh, forget where it began
Cause westcoast is running shhh
Sure you get some dap from what
Happened back in the days we be freestyle
Memorabilia, hip hop, flav'
We are the OG crew
Kicking up the sinister mustard we serve you
So why, why, why do you steal are
Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes all the time
New styles we invent
So whack MC's must repent
The sun rise on the east
But on the west is heaven sent and i'm gone
Whatever you ever want it done
We can do, it's true
And we'll never lie to you we're clever too
And we'll make a fool of you
And chew and spit out your whack ass crew
We are the ultimate omen?
And there's no clue nigga thought you knew
It's an original, individual, debuts
We're the OG crew
One who flew over the cuckoo nest
And doo doo, foul mood
I was in a shitty mood
There was no feeding for thinking
Until I came through with food
Then betwixt the mix and some what rudeboy
It's cool too if your watching news interview
Rendezvous and we're loose screwed
Down the avenue i would just twitch my nose
And switch my pose bruise
Make you black and blue myka, acey, AB too
And ganjah K be round MC
And fatjack got my back and a spinal tap
And we're a little bit more verbally loose
Than Dr seuss and Mr Magoo
Or mother goose and winnie the pooh
I pitty the fools
Fucking with the heavily weighted crew
We are the OG Crew
Where you from fool the south
When I put it upto my mouth
I'm guaranteed to rock the house
Miscellaneous manuscripts
Lack mathematical, mechanical
Movements in and out of mood swings
And uh, violent trips rips clowns
Watch them all come tumbling down
One by one, look what i've done
Thoughtful four some
Warning flaunting styles
Rolled the Coltrane for Miles
Just to get a recipe give it to me
Mike-Gillespie what wrong
Your not watching my Armstrong
Strong arm flex, whats next
Easy, please, wheeze don't let me go
I loves to flow all night long
You turn me off and i'll come back on
Sacrificing lives, cars, homes, animals
Taken away by flammables
Blowing out candles with these handles
Vandles with a tag on this with my fist
I mean toe tagged and zipped in a body bag
You just got a front row seat to the morgue
Thats why I stored objects in my demolition
Put in a tenable position
To surrender inner system
Stark automatic violet
Your fronting, i'm blasting
It seems like the whole skies lit
I'm drenched in darkness and violet
Umm, trying to re-style it
And just like calling and hanging up
Find out, 96 i'm dialling
We are the OG crew
Yeah, huh
Yo, fuck a paper caper brown free
Like a skyline, I rhyme
In time with my own watch
Pocket watch, dangle on the OG freestyle
Jazz gangsta angle the geometry be free
My science holds my alliance down
What your name
Brown surrounded westcoast town
See brothers throwing up W in the air
And I got braids in my hair
So nigga's wanna know if i'm blood or cuz
I'm neither but i'm both
So on east coast or the west coast
I blow a toast through the chronic
Makes me sonic, bionic
Feeling like sean kemp smoking hemp
None before he naughty
24 years old, brown, stroll with gold
Diamond rings I sing song from yester-year
Drop verbal tear an i'm out
Yeah, big shout out to
The first motherfucking brigade
Big shout and rest in peace
To my homeboy bombay yeah, this how Ganjah K
Is gonna do it for 1994
Even though I stay higher than mount everest
I got enough wind to win
Over the most athletic i feels no guilt
When i'm on tilt of bud and beverages
And my sharp flow leave MC's like hedges
I'm the lawnmower man i will mo' you
I will mo' you and your whole crew
Yeah, yeah yeah
I make most of you look like a fool
When it comes times to see who rules
But on the normal i'm cool
So, it's best to be my ally
Or fall by my waist side
I wake up on the wrong side everyday
Tryna' conjur up everyway to
Straight get paid