The Game - Uncle Otis Lyrics
Here's a dome shot to this nigga named OtisNiggas think they the coldest but nigga you just the oldestNiggas be chasing they youth but it's goneYo 'Ye, this nigga aint even wanna put you onAnd then he turned around, put on SeanBut forget to tell em Benny Han Han don't sell no f-cking Wonton'sI don't wear Sean John, but f-ck with that Ciroc shitTupac back, well Hit Em Up on some Pac shitWho run the world? JayceonWill Kelly Rowland come and be my MotivationIf you invented swag then I invented gangstaGot one in the chamber, the Throne is now in dangerAnd I don't wear no Gucci Gucci Fendi Fendi PradaI'm Charles Louboutin, you niggas aint sayin' nadaLil white ***** better stay in ya placeYou call me a nigga, I'ma put the K in ya faceIt's a stick up *****(So put your hands up in the air)(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)Know is any Gangstas up in here?I do it, I do it, boiSo put your hands up in the air(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)Know is any Gangstas up in here?I do itCall Khaled, tell him F-ck it, I'm on oneI created Tyler, the CreatorHere go courtside seatsYou are now watching the greatestShades blocking the hatersStays rocking the layersThe Show Goes OnTil I start aiming the LasersAnd Lupe'll souffle half you muthaf-ckersIt's the Drew league, I don't wanna speak about the RuckerCause Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and I already got her up in the PorscheTryna teach you How To loveHow To LoveMarc Anthony too short (*****)Look how that nigga lookAnd I'm 6 foot 7 foot 8 foot Crooks and CastlesAll my niggas crooks with castlesRed Nation graduation yeah crooks with tasselsIt's a party, it's a party, it's a partySittin up in Marvins Room, blowing that MarleyYou wanna hit it, so put ya hands up in the air(So put your hands up in the air)(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)Know is any Gangstas up in here?I do it, I do it, boiSo put your hands up in the air(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)Know is any Gangstas up in here?I do itI got the money up in the rubber bandDon't run up on me, try to take it from me (boom)I aint Morris Chestnut, I aint RickyBut I give you 9 shots, you can call that FiftyDre got that Super Bass I just call it NickiWorking on that Detox, blowin on that stickyCan I hit it In The Morning?Better be a quickieGotta hustle hard, Ace, Tunechi and RickyWaves Frank Ocean, you can see my Odd FutureYou gon need more than Novacaine after I shoot yaYesterday I went to Coachella not to see JiggaI went to see Wiz but there's Amber, perfectI took a seat on the red futonHit it with that Wiz shit on, whateverSo put that ***** on my faceAnd let me taste, a little tasteI'ma eat it up like it's my lastI'ma I'ma do it different, she aint gettin no cashYou know why? I'm Not A StarSomebody lied I got a chppper in the car, huhThat aint a lie(So put your hands up in the air)(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)Know is any Gangstas up in here?I do it, I do it, boiSo put your hands up in the air(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)Know is any Gangstas up in here?I do it
