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O.C. - Win The G Lyrics

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  • featuring Bumpy Knuckles (Freddie Foxxx)
  • *chorus*
  • [BK] Yo O.C. are you ready to win the G?
  • [OC] The Gusto is comin home with me
  • Yo Bumpy Knucks are you ready to win the G?
  • [BK] The Gusto is comin home with me
  • Yo O.C. are you ready to win the G?
  • [OC] The Gusto is comin home with me
  • Yo Bumpy Knucks are you ready to win the G?
  • [BK] The Gusto is comin home with me
  • [both] Comin home with me (comin home with me) comin home with me
  • Rrrrahhhh!
  • Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles
  • Who got the hardest, MC style, ever created?
  • Who got celebrity, status, and is still underrated?
  • Who got them two glock nines that be black and nickel plated?
  • And I'll blow a nigga's chest out, to keep me motivated
  • My periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these
  • So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies
  • I got these niggaz shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like
  • I knock your punk ass out, wake you up, and I show you
  • what I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can ***** with
  • F-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks
  • I don't give a *****, if it's friend or foe
  • This shit is my job to let you niggaz know so don't take it personal
  • When I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do
  • Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage
  • like it's Hoe Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets
  • Puttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this
  • It's mad niggaz that be thinkin they nice with they flow
  • It's mad niggaz that be frontin like they holdin some dough
  • It's mad niggaz that'll challenge me and after the show
  • They Don't Wanna Be Players no mo', like Joe
  • Niggaz try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta
  • fusion I'm smashin with the simple shit I'm usin
  • Bashin and bruisin, who's in charge, BUMPY
  • Step up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY
  • *chorus*
  • Verse Two: O.C.
  • I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, ***** your fame
  • platinum and gold plate, don't hold no weight
  • I be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain't a mother*****er
  • in his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine
  • From West coast to East I'm full-fledged
  • Bust the science, niggaz better know the ledge
  • O see all, I G off, enemy I spot you
  • Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first
  • You tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp
  • like Damien, out for world domination
  • Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures
  • I'm just out to make figures
  • Who holds the threshold, to be the best
  • I crunch niggaz with my gold teeth like, vegetables
  • Carniverous deliverance, murder one nemesis
  • Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence
  • Talkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up
  • You turn ***** on the mic when I roll up
  • Coca-Cola, a fission like soda
  • While you say butter, I'ma say Mazola
  • Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear
  • Thug niggaz what? Blowin up spots like a SCUD
  • Win the G.. win the G..
  • WIN THE G.. RRRRAHHHH!
  • Verse Three: Bumpy Knuckles
  • Who's that New York nigga left, that be nice like B.I.
  • G.I., niggaz can't see I, see why?
  • You new poppin niggaz, and you crew hoppin niggaz
  • Step up in my face, and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin niggaz
  • If this ***** up in yo' heart, I'ma find it
  • If you think I'm talkin to you, then just rewind it
  • I got six shots behind this, even with a vest on
  • ya yellin, because I aim for the melon
  • I'm a felon, and I bet you never, been in a fight
  • Kinda like you really, never said shit on this mic
  • So if I diss a nigga hustlin that makes me a displayer
  • And if you buy my record twice, that makes you a two-payer/toupee-er
  • And if your girl like Donna Karan, that makes her a DK-er
  • And cause I hate your punk ass, that don't make you no playa
  • Without this record business shit you niggaz is broke as *****
  • Smokin weed smokin woolies while I smoke your luck
  • And while your flow needs, medical aid
  • I just appear on niggaz shit, and I still get paid
  • Now where's my G nigga?
  • Verse Four: O.C.
  • What niggaz'll think they made of steel and wanna play brave?
  • ***** MC's will find theyself in the grave
  • I make slaves of niggaz in ways never made
  • Voice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade
  • Intense the moment like sex when I'm bonin
  • Iller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans
  • I set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful
  • Who dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?
  • I smite your ass quick fast like Flash runnin past your ass
  • Niggaz'll end up with whiplash
  • But for the moment, I'm zonin, any opponents
  • I'ma cut it short right now, because this rap shit we own it
  • [BK] Come up off that cash nigga
  • *applause

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