Song | Wild Cowboys In Bucktown |
Artist | O.G.C. |
Album | Da Storm |
Intro: | |
Yes, who's that? boo-ya who's that in the place to be | |
Sadat x reppin' with the o.g.c. (gun clappaz) | |
For my peoples throughout the pj's got my man | |
Black reppin' from back in the day | |
X files and you know the storm | |
Homies loc now it's on so you've been warned | |
Dru ha where you at? (yeah yeah) | |
O.g. where you at? | |
Hurricane starange: | |
Now who's the bearer of bad news on crews | |
When i drop the jewels on fools they say "who?" | |
Give me my props before i quickly pass the tek to steele | |
Niggas want record deals without even having skills | |
(yo it's ill) how headz still ain't ready | |
Down with the fab 5 without the freddy | |
But deadly perfect ready to wreck any | |
Bootcamps the best host from east to west coast | |
Far from fool make moves like spies in trench coats | |
Sadat x: | |
Like this like that, i'm tired of all y'all crab ass rappers | |
Bucktown home of the original gunn clappaz | |
Use to be on ocean by the street empire | |
See my man buckshot on bushwick day back in 9th | |
On the uptown blocks of harlem is where you'll find me | |
Louievill slug the piece with the top dawg | |
Strangle that ass raise the ruck down the block or | |
Leflaur leflah if you prefer | |
Sean black: | |
Straight bootcamp cowboys in duckdown | |
Soldiers heads creep while y'all bop to the boogie | |
Sound bwoy come uptown to mic check | |
Keep it moving sound tight so we moving in the night | |
Remenis me and starange lemonhead takin' dope cause i was broke | |
And they heads was wet | |
Now islam on these tracks fuckin' slangin' on them cracks | |
A-yo dun dun hold me down on the run | |
Hook: | |
Sadat x: | |
A-yo he asked for it his man saw it | |
So it don't mean jack to me (x2) | |
(cowboy status) | |
Top dawg: | |
So much unfairness in this game it's making me hear unclear | |
But making me more aware for when y'all niggas come here | |
The bottles on and you a gun fool for years | |
O.g.c. blowin' the spot with sadat | |
King of the wild places you better know where you at | |
With your loud piece talkin' shut you mouth or keep walkin' | |
Sadat x: | |
In the bk lin stands the bootcamp base | |
On the uptown blocks is where the comboys face | |
To stay alive show drimve and arrive with the five | |
Somebody said it's war i got a boatload of niggas | |
Niggas from uptown and brooklyn original gun triggers | |
Clap off strap off make you baby blood wear | |
They always say it's calm before the big storm | |
Louieville: | |
Runnin' rampade through crews it's thee originoo gunn clapp 2 | |
L-o-u-i-e here to bet you, no haps dude | |
Back up like gas we pass my tongue lash | |
Upon you wack math no mass well too bad for you | |
3-2-1 nigga never knew ya, straight to the death | |
Dug out ville sluggah, ha i crack ass | |
To make crews look like "who's that." | |
Fantastic like boombastic sluggah let you have it | |
This brownsville bastard get more tools then gadgets | |
But keepin' a baseball bat in stash is how i manage | |
Huh me no need and streets who carry sweeper | |
Just combine minds and set traps to catch the creeper | |
Hook | |
Starange: | |
So who' that with crew phat just like menate | |
Large when i uncharge at all the places that i been at | |
Now i take 10 at a time when i rhyme | |
Big up east 105th with mad black and dime | |
I'm the eight black smoker gert neck choker | |
Mack by the crotch make police watch me like oprah | |
Top dawg: | |
Here we come flee 3 guns on the run | |
Brothers best to make way or you'll get done up by the louie | |
To thee wack cats i screw he | |
Ask if them niggas ain't up apon their juicys | |
Louieville: | |
Sittin' in my room buildin' with the most high | |
He game me some advice and said i was sure to share | |
So yo listen up we on our own you have to hide your chrome | |
Cause when your pops come home he be | |
Lookin' for more then a bust, in god we trust | |
He must of been talkin' about us | |
Hook | |
Sadat x: | |
It't the great x i send off to endor | |
On the other side of midnight engineer get the mid right | |
With my man sean bliggity this beat right here is meant to be | |
The brooklyn uptown united i tore down off a pint of this | |
Here a-yo o.g. don't stop shit | |
Yo hold the dills we keep shit real | |
Hook (x4) |
Intro: | |
Yes, who' s that? booya who' s that in the place to be | |
Sadat x reppin' with the o. g. c. gun clappaz | |
For my peoples throughout the pj' s got my man | |
Black reppin' from back in the day | |
X files and you know the storm | |
Homies loc now it' s on so you' ve been warned | |
Dru ha where you at? yeah yeah | |
O. g. where you at? | |
Hurricane starange: | |
Now who' s the bearer of bad news on crews | |
When i drop the jewels on fools they say " who?" | |
Give me my props before i quickly pass the tek to steele | |
Niggas want record deals without even having skills | |
yo it' s ill how headz still ain' t ready | |
Down with the fab 5 without the freddy | |
But deadly perfect ready to wreck any | |
Bootcamps the best host from east to west coast | |
Far from fool make moves like spies in trench coats | |
Sadat x: | |
Like this like that, i' m tired of all y' all crab ass rappers | |
Bucktown home of the original gunn clappaz | |
Use to be on ocean by the street empire | |
See my man buckshot on bushwick day back in 9th | |
On the uptown blocks of harlem is where you' ll find me | |
Louievill slug the piece with the top dawg | |
Strangle that ass raise the ruck down the block or | |
Leflaur leflah if you prefer | |
Sean black: | |
Straight bootcamp cowboys in duckdown | |
Soldiers heads creep while y' all bop to the boogie | |
Sound bwoy come uptown to mic check | |
Keep it moving sound tight so we moving in the night | |
Remenis me and starange lemonhead takin' dope cause i was broke | |
And they heads was wet | |
Now islam on these tracks fuckin' slangin' on them cracks | |
Ayo dun dun hold me down on the run | |
Hook: | |
Sadat x: | |
Ayo he asked for it his man saw it | |
So it don' t mean jack to me x2 | |
cowboy status | |
Top dawg: | |
So much unfairness in this game it' s making me hear unclear | |
But making me more aware for when y' all niggas come here | |
The bottles on and you a gun fool for years | |
O. g. c. blowin' the spot with sadat | |
King of the wild places you better know where you at | |
With your loud piece talkin' shut you mouth or keep walkin' | |
Sadat x: | |
In the bk lin stands the bootcamp base | |
On the uptown blocks is where the comboys face | |
To stay alive show drimve and arrive with the five | |
Somebody said it' s war i got a boatload of niggas | |
Niggas from uptown and brooklyn original gun triggers | |
Clap off strap off make you baby blood wear | |
They always say it' s calm before the big storm | |
Louieville: | |
Runnin' rampade through crews it' s thee originoo gunn clapp 2 | |
Louie here to bet you, no haps dude | |
Back up like gas we pass my tongue lash | |
Upon you wack math no mass well too bad for you | |
321 nigga never knew ya, straight to the death | |
Dug out ville sluggah, ha i crack ass | |
To make crews look like " who' s that." | |
Fantastic like boombastic sluggah let you have it | |
This brownsville bastard get more tools then gadgets | |
But keepin' a baseball bat in stash is how i manage | |
Huh me no need and streets who carry sweeper | |
Just combine minds and set traps to catch the creeper | |
Hook | |
Starange: | |
So who' that with crew phat just like menate | |
Large when i uncharge at all the places that i been at | |
Now i take 10 at a time when i rhyme | |
Big up east 105th with mad black and dime | |
I' m the eight black smoker gert neck choker | |
Mack by the crotch make police watch me like oprah | |
Top dawg: | |
Here we come flee 3 guns on the run | |
Brothers best to make way or you' ll get done up by the louie | |
To thee wack cats i screw he | |
Ask if them niggas ain' t up apon their juicys | |
Louieville: | |
Sittin' in my room buildin' with the most high | |
He game me some advice and said i was sure to share | |
So yo listen up we on our own you have to hide your chrome | |
Cause when your pops come home he be | |
Lookin' for more then a bust, in god we trust | |
He must of been talkin' about us | |
Hook | |
Sadat x: | |
It' t the great x i send off to endor | |
On the other side of midnight engineer get the mid right | |
With my man sean bliggity this beat right here is meant to be | |
The brooklyn uptown united i tore down off a pint of this | |
Here ayo o. g. don' t stop shit | |
Yo hold the dills we keep shit real | |
Hook x4 |