O.G.C. Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Danjer

Intro:

 Wake your punk ass up (what time is it?)\

 

 Louieville:

 Tired as fuck just woke up what's goin' on?

 Gun Clapper 3 yelling sound thee alarm

 This ain't no drill move your fuckin' ass cause they here

 Pass the mask tear gas is tossed in the air

 We're surrounded street is crowed can't wait no more

 First break fuck bust through that front door

 Poppadidick and if they double up they get splitted

 Hit 'em did 'em no damn good Benedic Arnold

 Calm yourself there's no need for panicing

 Slugs to him chest leavin' himself stiff like manakins

 Men it is, the fuckin' worst way to die

 But when I die I'm goin' all out with my five

 

 Top Dawg:

 But hold on son I got your back you got mine?

 First pick flinch or move leave 'em spine

 On the table, spit belly from the navel

 Unable to talk his trash I stalk kick that mayheim

 

 Louieville:

 Let's move along, you know we stand strong

 Allah got our backs so we won't go wrong

 Cause shit is all hot up in our face

 I think we should slide to a place where it's safe

 Come on

 

 Top Dawg:

 Time's a wastin' no lookin' back or move fakin'

 Devils of all kinds cross lines so now I'm thinkin'

 Escape route (no doubt) cause odds is far from even

 No joke loc I just hope we see this evening

 

 Louieville:

 Just be ready for whatever, come dress for action

 If we gettin' pass him if not we just blastin'

 Him so let it not, have to come down to that

 But for now son keep the fuckin' mack where it's at

 

 talking

 

 Top Dawg:

 It takes one time and a word to start my niggas to envy

 You don't know how it is after dark

 So stop figuring that we give a fuck

 Cause you know me not give a fuck

 In this jungle walk we stalk with the shottie

 The pumps, come try and put yourself in our boots likkle youth

 Better face behind this madness you done started in your root

 

 Louieville:

 So who be you copy cat standing over there

 Trying to come clear and face to face with my dry tear

 I raise hell smells from my inhales

 My minds not here and I don't think you want to go there

 So stand clear, or get ripped from the rear

 To your head, O.G.C. payed dues to get you red (fed up)

 Whatever, bring your flame you can call it ruckus

 We make shit so hot you can call this Waco Texas (boom)

 

 Starange:

 I beez Starange man I gets wicked on the flow

 

 Louieville Sluggah:

 It's Louieville you know I pack the bat like so

 

 Top Dawg:

 I be the Top Dawg but better known as the O

 

 All:

 Motherfucks better act like they know yo