Ras Kass - OohWee! lyrics
[Ras Kass - OohWee! lyrics]
Haters in batter rams, I slam
Like syringes in heroine
Four hundred and fifty grams
Overdose, every coast
One hundred spokes chrome knock offs
And malt liquor bottle Molotovs
Don't gotta floss, huh, ain't that the truth
Flyin' in Booby's silver 600 coupe
Like whoop whoop, holla at me big baby
Sop me up wit a biscuit
Cuz you know it's all gravy
Linquistical flow, I ain't Mystikal
But "Y'all ain't ready"
If a nigga don't rhyme about crack, clothes
Pussy and 'fedi
Eat a dick, that's music to my balls
Like Gloria Estefan fuckin Hakeem Olajuwon
How this black lil nigga get more
Head than a beauty salon
Guam, blowin ya shit out like Chaka Khan
For sheezy, my favorite women is sleazy
Bisexual triplet freaks
Forty five at they sexual peaks
I'm fuckin three Tony's, like Raphael Saadiq
And got a trick up my life
Manufacturin cheese
I make tricks matriculate with melodies
Rehabilitated hood rats, shake the speezie
I'm tryin' to die filthy rich
And +Ruthless+ like Eazy
C-Arson niggas is know for flossin'
But I still buy my T-shirts
And socks from the Slauson
It's a must that I smash when I mash for me
Ass, cash, and gas, nobody ride for free
OohWee, they say, "Ras, are you a rider?
I reply wit', "Hell yeah, I'm a rider"
I give it up for C-Arson
That's the city north of Long Beach
Southwest of Compton
They say, "Ras, are you a rider?"
I reply wit', "Hell yeah, I'm a rider"
Watch me catch, Del Amo and the patch bitches
Fuck set trippin', homie, don't even trip
I never seen a hood wit' a
Retirement plan or medical benefit's
I'm 'bout seein black folk wit chips
And hundred-thousand dollar whips
Instead of monkey see
Monkey piru peelin' you wit' banana clips
I plan to flip my manuscript, like dyslexics
To set it, to bet it all
Genetic telekinetic brawl
See, I'm the difference between booty
Calls and blue balls telethon wit Lou Rawls
And bevelin two percent off the top
S-s-sorry, Clinton got to break mines off
Decapitated, so where's he headed?
I decapitate niggas, damage is bodily
Put your tire on flat
And killed by a gat like Ennis Cosby
Ain't no "probably, " ho: Recognize me
My tennis shoe pimpin is
More like twenty shoe
Cause no woman love me like the Remy do
I write raps while pullin' the
Lint off my nutsack
You 50% butt crack, I mean half-assed
MC's rediscover the mathematic format
Beneath your Norplant I'm guaranteed
To come well
Like a reverse doormat, 64 bit Sega
80 proof Cognac and toll-free pagers
I'm still comin' out like
Unborn babies wit' hangers
My crew consists of millionaires
Failures and gangbangers
The dangers of loaded language
Like cocked heat
Got it made, me known for laid, paid
Then shot out like suede raid the police
Cuz they sellin' more crack
Then Latinos and blacks
See, we knows the facts, how Europeans jack
I'm sellin' Native Americans gats so they
Can take they land back