Smoke DZA, OT the Real - Webber & Williams lyrics
[Smoke DZA, OT the Real - Webber & Williams lyrics]
Uh, huh yeah
You gotta know you gotta know how you wanna
Go out in the end (183rd Street)
I know how I'ma go out
I'm from the get booked, get back
Get poppin' stack it up in Section 8
And then go whip shoppin'
My player never slows down and
He ain't with stoppin' (Nah)
My brodie caught a body out in Pennsauken
State police is runnin' 'round
Still askin' questions
That's why I talk to God
And only ask for blessings
'Cause everybody's fucked up out here
It's mad depressing
Young and dumb added lessons, adolescence
Was in a bad direction
Nobody came and saved me (Nah)
I came up off a crop of
Reggie and a hundred еighties (That was me)
You're only playin' yoursеlf tryna play me
(Uh, huh) who want smoke? I whip this
Coke like a tinted-up Mercedes
Guerilla, goon, gangsta, but I shows class
Old head's worth a couple million
But he smokes glass
I know my smoker won't crack
He just smokes crack he gets me players now
I got him his own jack
They call for fifties
And they call for hundreds
The game don't love us, but I fuckin' love it
My bro high
He kept on flashin' out his gun in public
(That shit on him)
Now he doin' five for bein' Perked
Xanny'd up and blunted (Man)
DZA, listen here, I can see it crystal clear
We gon' make a couple million
If the crystal's clear we consistent here
Christina Aguilera with the Britney Spears
And I give 'em smoke, DZA here
Crystal clear at this point
We could tally it up before I disappear (Uh)
Boxes on deck, I up the different gear
Multiple options of transportation to
Get it here (Really)
Plugged up in Cali, home in the Valley
It all started with unfathomable numbers
And a couple addys
They tried to bump it a couple
Of points 'til I got aggy
Shit, you know how they be tryin'
To do us East Coast niggas first off
You need the clientele to see those figures
Secondly, you can't stop my bag
We go-getters
'04, I was flyin' shit back, ask Third
Pickin' up loads, gotta use passwords
The irony, goin' into compliancy
The storefront from the trap
Legally buy my tree (Right)
Anything else is uncivilized, minor league
Turned my contact book into a dynasty
You niggas still tryna catch up
And be high as me
Never mind, I'm from Harlem
Tryna be fly as me
OT the Real, Kushed God
It's all tyrants here
You gotta know you gotta know how you wanna
Go out in the end (183rd Street)
I know how I'ma go out
I'm from the get booked, get back
Get poppin' stack it up in Section 8
And then go whip shoppin'
My player never slows down and
He ain't with stoppin' (Nah)
My brodie caught a body out in Pennsauken
State police is runnin' 'round
Still askin' questions
That's why I talk to God
And only ask for blessings
'Cause everybody's fucked up out here
It's mad depressing
Young and dumb added lessons, adolescence
Was in a bad direction
Nobody came and saved me (Nah)
I came up off a crop of
Reggie and a hundred еighties (That was me)
You're only playin' yoursеlf tryna play me
(Uh, huh) who want smoke? I whip this
Coke like a tinted-up Mercedes
Guerilla, goon, gangsta, but I shows class
Old head's worth a couple million
But he smokes glass
I know my smoker won't crack
He just smokes crack he gets me players now
I got him his own jack
They call for fifties
And they call for hundreds
The game don't love us, but I fuckin' love it
My bro high
He kept on flashin' out his gun in public
(That shit on him)
Now he doin' five for bein' Perked
Xanny'd up and blunted (Man)
DZA, listen here, I can see it crystal clear
We gon' make a couple million
If the crystal's clear we consistent here
Christina Aguilera with the Britney Spears
And I give 'em smoke, DZA here
Crystal clear at this point
We could tally it up before I disappear (Uh)
Boxes on deck, I up the different gear
Multiple options of transportation to
Get it here (Really)
Plugged up in Cali, home in the Valley
It all started with unfathomable numbers
And a couple addys
They tried to bump it a couple
Of points 'til I got aggy
Shit, you know how they be tryin'
To do us East Coast niggas first off
You need the clientele to see those figures
Secondly, you can't stop my bag
We go-getters
'04, I was flyin' shit back, ask Third
Pickin' up loads, gotta use passwords
The irony, goin' into compliancy
The storefront from the trap
Legally buy my tree (Right)
Anything else is uncivilized, minor league
Turned my contact book into a dynasty
You niggas still tryna catch up
And be high as me
Never mind, I'm from Harlem
Tryna be fly as me
OT the Real, Kushed God
It's all tyrants here