Oldie

Oldie Lyrics

Song Oldie
Artist Odd Future
Album The OF Tape Vol. 2
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[00:02.26] Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album
[00:03.22] You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
[00:06.75] Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
[00:11.12] Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
[00:15.69] Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk
[00:21.44]
[00:24.75] Big eared bandit is tossing all his manners
[00:27.22] In a bag and wrapping them in seran wrap bandages
[00:29.97] Tossing them in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches
[00:32.66] So when he says "catch up, n*gga" it looks like an accident
[00:35.89] Um, flowing like my pad is the maxiest
[00:38.17] My b*tch white and black like she's been mimicking a panda
[00:40.86] It's the dark skinned n*gga, kissing b*tches in Canada
[00:43.68] Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
[00:46.36] Put her in the chamber all against her Will Chamberlain
[00:49.03] I never had a reason, n*gga, I was just able
[00:51.70] Not a f*cking Logic contradicting d*ck head
[00:54.64] Flyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit
[00:57.36] Semen scented cheetah printed tee
[00:60.00] In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
[01:02.68] Previous items in the present
[01:05.43] With the normal ass past like I cheated on my team
[01:07.66] Man (tried to get that n*gga, but, Golf Wang)
[01:18.52]
[01:19.39] To have some type of knowledge that is one perception
[01:21.78] But knowing you own your opponent is a defeating bonus
[01:24.54] I'm Zeus to a Kronos
[01:25.84] Cartilage cartridge is boneless
[01:27.34] Smiles of cowards in lead showers
[01:29.45] Dead spouses in red blouses
[01:31.23] Children who fled houses on Mustang horses an went jousting
[01:34.74] I'm on my Robin Hood sh*t
[01:36.62] Robbin' in the hood: whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet
[01:39.46] I'm stealing your rings, coke diamonds and your Vet
[01:42.10] Soldiers lace the f*ckin' boot
[01:43.40] And salute like the troop when they shoot you gon' poop
[01:46.17] It's Killhodgy, n*gga, stay the f*ck off my stoop
[01:48.78] And out my Kool aid, juice
[01:51.99]
[01:57.69] Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin
[02:00.20] Jasper got the Henny, my n*gga we get it in
[02:02.92] Wolf Gang party at the hotel
[02:05.91] I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell
[02:09.31] You know Left Brain need a freak
[02:11.46] I need a b*tch to go down like a Nitty beat
[02:14.02] Yup, uh, and her ass fat
[02:16.76] Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at
[02:19.47] N*gga I'm tryin' to smoke, b*tch get higher
[02:22.28] Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talkin' 'bout a lighter
[02:25.28] Still bang salute me or just shoot me
[02:27.45] Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting
[02:30.07] Yea my n*gga Ace will pull the black jack
[02:33.00] The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac
[02:35.92] Livin' like the Mafia, b*tch, don't get to slacking up
[02:38.44] And if these haters actin' up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
[02:41.15] Free my n*gga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much
[02:44.01] But two bad b*tches in front of me cunnilingus
[02:47.46]
[02:56.99] What the f*ck is caution?
[02:58.13] Often I leave you flossin' and cause exes next to coffins
[03:01.86] Lost in translation, the dreams you chase
[03:04.03] Got you diving for the plates like you stealin' home base
[03:07.35] That's great - I'm home alone dreamin' of two on ones
[03:10.63] With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on
[03:13.40] And Travis is in the closet organizing and hangin' the tramp
[03:16.58] Three lettermans that Ace has been makin' him
[03:19.47] No strays while we catchin' matinees, huh?
[03:22.00] I'm gettin' blazed thinking 'bout those days
[03:24.25] I had the top off the GT3 like toupees
[03:27.04] One finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays
[03:29.78] My grand scheme of things
[03:31.64] Is to be attached to the game like b*tches to their wedding rings
[03:35.06] And you don't even need to look
[03:36.66] Cause we gleam obscene in the light
[03:38.36] Ride slow to my yellow diamond shining like the Batman logo over Gotham
[03:41.83] Rock LA to Harlem
[03:44.49] If you say "get 'em Mike G" then I got 'em
[03:47.11] One man squadron, n*gga I'm a problem
[03:49.71] From Briggs I got bars and plans to
[03:51.86] Pimp these Polish b*tches into pop stars
[03:53.74] Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still
[03:56.58] And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real
[03:59.76] OF 'til I OD and I probably will, uh
[04:03.00]
[04:13.37] It's still Mr. Smoke-a-lot-of-pot
[04:15.36] Get your baby mommy popped with my other snobby bop
[04:17.89] Do I love her, prolly not
[04:19.26] Know your sh*t is not as hot as anything I f*ckin' drop
[04:22.09] B*tch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock
[04:24.71] I've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot
[04:27.41] Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glock
[04:30.18] Now I'm all grown, sing songs just to give 'em watts
[04:32.84] Fire what I talk, but still cooler than the otter pop
[04:35.64] Op Dom neck sh*t in your wish list
[04:38.34] Mad sick sh*t, mad d*ck for your b*tches
[04:40.92] On some slick sh*t, your mistress on my hit list
[04:43.73] And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of this b*tch
[04:47.59] Odd in your motherf*ckin' area
[04:49.25] Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya
[04:51.96] Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya
[04:54.61] Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carey up
[04:57.49] And f*ck your team, ho n*gga wassup
[05:00.31] Wolf Gang so you know we not givin' no f*cks
[05:03.13] You know me dog, I'ma chill in the cut so I can
[05:05.93] Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up
[05:08.41]
[05:14.82] (Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga)
[05:18.81]
[05:19.45] Rent a super car for a day
[05:21.00] Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze
[05:23.74] Bro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day
[05:26.20] But just enough for a week, my n*gga what can I say
[05:29.02] I'm hi and I'm bye, wait I mean I'm straight
[05:32.13] I'ma get you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes
[05:34.68] My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day
[05:37.27] 'Course you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes
[05:40.07] On the song, cut and you could sample the feel
[05:42.96] Headphone bleed, make this sh*t sound real
[05:45.73] Used to work the grill, fatburger and fries
[05:48.48] Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars
[05:51.12] Now, how many f*ckin' crystal balls can I buy and own
[05:54.60] Humble old me had to flex for the fogs
[05:57.23] Down in Muscle Beach pumpin' iron and bone
[05:59.96] Bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
[06:04.63] Yea, bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
[06:11.13] Bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
[06:13.60]
[06:15.56] Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's hard
[06:19.35] Gotta do it over and over and over again but here I go
[06:24.76] Hey it's Jasper, not even a rapper
[06:27.28] Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster
[06:30.06] Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor
[06:32.64] Pot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle
[06:35.45] Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell
[06:38.07] Still ignorant, still hit a b*tch
[06:40.77] Wolf Gang, n*gga, so I still don't give a sh*t
[06:43.51] Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap
[06:46.18] Bong rips as I feel on that little b*tch cat
[06:48.99] Hah, n*gga came through with a 9 bar real quick
[06:52.90] Just for the b*tches, little bit of money in my pocket
[06:55.64] F*ck it, Wolf Gang
[06:57.41]
[06:59.96] Yeah, f*ck that
[07:08.79] Look, the contrast is a pair of lips
[07:11.27] Swallowin' syrup and settin' fires to sheriffs whip
[07:14.47] F*ckin' all American terrorist
[07:16.56] Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a f*ckin' carrot stick
[07:19.48] And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'
[07:21.95] And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is
[07:24.55] Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel
[07:27.33] So that sterile piss flow remind these n*ggas where embarrassed is
[07:30.51] Narrow, tight line, might impair him
[07:33.34] Since I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
[07:36.06] Pharaoh f*ckin' pillow tear wearin' pack of parasite
[07:38.23] Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise
[07:40.97] Ladidadi back in here to f*ck the party up
[07:43.78] Raiding fridges, tipping over vases with a tommy gun
[07:46.51] Never dollars, pop would make it rain hockey pucks
[07:49.47] 60 day chips from f*ckin' awesome anonymous
[07:52.30] Call him bloated 'til he show them that the flow deluxe
[07:55.06] Off the wall loafers, four loko, and a cobra clutch
[07:57.58] Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho' to pose his drum
[08:00.82] Let me hit him, hit it with a stick until the ho was numb
[08:03.14] Culprit of the potent punch
[08:04.45] Scolding hot as dunking scrotum in a Folgers cup - or Nevada
[08:07.97] Driving drunk inside a stolen truck
[08:09.70] Sh*tting like his colon bust
[08:11.03] Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
[08:13.88] Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices
[08:16.53] I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is
[08:19.33] Stay gold 'til the case closed and the story end
[08:21.95] Post mortem porkin' this rap sh*t and record it
[08:24.61] To escort it to the morgue again
[08:26.02] Lord of lips, bored of this
[08:27.39] Forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list
[08:30.19] Stormin' the gate, who's sure in the base, scorching ladies
[08:33.49] Motherf*ckers soarin', torso and face
[08:35.24] Get at me with savages, have a pack of Apache
[08:38.05] Indian pack of n*ggas who don't give a f*ck if we nasty as flatulence
[08:41.64] As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky so see me you can't
[08:44.38] Like crunchy black cats in a taxi
[08:46.26] Back like lateral passing
[08:49.10] With that motherf*cking gladiator manner of rapping
[08:51.74] As an addict I let percocets and xannies relax me
[08:54.88] Fall back if your paddies is Maxi
[08:56.78] Please
[08:57.77]
[09:09.22] OF, sh*t that's all I got
[09:11.00] From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
[09:14.06] From that father figure Clancy to that skatey n*gga Naks
[09:16.73] Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the f*ckin' block
[09:19.63] Storefront, knee tat
[09:21.45] Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
[09:25.55] And grip tape... and my shoes
[09:28.61] Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut
[09:32.73] 5 years later, for our label yea we own it
[09:35.43] I started an empire, I ain't even old enough
[09:38.35] To drink a f*ckin' beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop
[09:41.78] This is for the niggers in the suburbs
[09:43.69] And the white kids with n*gga friends who say the n-word
[09:46.51] And the ones that got called weird, fag, b*tch, nerd
[09:49.47] Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
[09:53.23] They say we ain't actin' right
[09:54.90] Always try to turn our f*ckin' color into black and white
[09:57.27] But they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em
[10:00.07] Radical's my anthem, turn my f*ckin' amps up
[10:02.91] So instead of critiquing and b*tching, being mad as f*ck
[10:05.90] Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as f*ck
[10:09.46] B*tches
[10:10.51]
[10:15.97] OFM, bangin' on your FM
[10:21.05] Gnaw, 2011, yea
[10:30.55] Golf Wang
[10:31.20]
[00:02.26] Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album
[00:03.22] You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
[00:06.75] Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
[00:11.12] Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
[00:15.69] Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to LBoy Awk
[00:21.44]
[00:24.75] Big eared bandit is tossing all his manners
[00:27.22] In a bag and wrapping them in seran wrap bandages
[00:29.97] Tossing them in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches
[00:32.66] So when he says " catch up, n gga" it looks like an accident
[00:35.89] Um, flowing like my pad is the maxiest
[00:38.17] My b tch white and black like she' s been mimicking a panda
[00:40.86] It' s the dark skinned n gga, kissing b tches in Canada
[00:43.68] Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
[00:46.36] Put her in the chamber all against her Will Chamberlain
[00:49.03] I never had a reason, n gga, I was just able
[00:51.70] Not a f cking Logic contradicting d ck head
[00:54.64] Flyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit
[00:57.36] Semen scented cheetah printed tee
[00:60.00] In that ' Preme five panel, I' ll repeat it for the season
[01:02.68] Previous items in the present
[01:05.43] With the normal ass past like I cheated on my team
[01:07.66] Man tried to get that n gga, but, Golf Wang
[01:18.52]
[01:19.39] To have some type of knowledge that is one perception
[01:21.78] But knowing you own your opponent is a defeating bonus
[01:24.54] I' m Zeus to a Kronos
[01:25.84] Cartilage cartridge is boneless
[01:27.34] Smiles of cowards in lead showers
[01:29.45] Dead spouses in red blouses
[01:31.23] Children who fled houses on Mustang horses an went jousting
[01:34.74] I' m on my Robin Hood sh t
[01:36.62] Robbin' in the hood: whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet
[01:39.46] I' m stealing your rings, coke diamonds and your Vet
[01:42.10] Soldiers lace the f ckin' boot
[01:43.40] And salute like the troop when they shoot you gon' poop
[01:46.17] It' s Killhodgy, n gga, stay the f ck off my stoop
[01:48.78] And out my Kool aid, juice
[01:51.99]
[01:57.69] Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin
[02:00.20] Jasper got the Henny, my n gga we get it in
[02:02.92] Wolf Gang party at the hotel
[02:05.91] I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell
[02:09.31] You know Left Brain need a freak
[02:11.46] I need a b tch to go down like a Nitty beat
[02:14.02] Yup, uh, and her ass fat
[02:16.76] Don' t be surprised if I ask where the hash at
[02:19.47] N gga I' m tryin' to smoke, b tch get higher
[02:22.28] Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talkin' ' bout a lighter
[02:25.28] Still bang salute me or just shoot me
[02:27.45] Cause if you don' t salute me then my team will do the shooting
[02:30.07] Yea my n gga Ace will pull the black jack
[02:33.00] The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac
[02:35.92] Livin' like the Mafia, b tch, don' t get to slacking up
[02:38.44] And if these haters actin' up, throw ' em in the aqueduct
[02:41.15] Free my n gga Earl, yo, I don' t really ask for much
[02:44.01] But two bad b tches in front of me cunnilingus
[02:47.46]
[02:56.99] What the f ck is caution?
[02:58.13] Often I leave you flossin' and cause exes next to coffins
[03:01.86] Lost in translation, the dreams you chase
[03:04.03] Got you diving for the plates like you stealin' home base
[03:07.35] That' s great I' m home alone dreamin' of two on ones
[03:10.63] With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on
[03:13.40] And Travis is in the closet organizing and hangin' the tramp
[03:16.58] Three lettermans that Ace has been makin' him
[03:19.47] No strays while we catchin' matinees, huh?
[03:22.00] I' m gettin' blazed thinking ' bout those days
[03:24.25] I had the top off the GT3 like toupees
[03:27.04] One finger in the air, all' s fair when crime pays
[03:29.78] My grand scheme of things
[03:31.64] Is to be attached to the game like b tches to their wedding rings
[03:35.06] And you don' t even need to look
[03:36.66] Cause we gleam obscene in the light
[03:38.36] Ride slow to my yellow diamond shining like the Batman logo over Gotham
[03:41.83] Rock LA to Harlem
[03:44.49] If you say " get ' em Mike G" then I got ' em
[03:47.11] One man squadron, n gga I' m a problem
[03:49.71] From Briggs I got bars and plans to
[03:51.86] Pimp these Polish b tches into pop stars
[03:53.74] Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still
[03:56.58] And if I said it then it is or it' s gonna be real
[03:59.76] OF ' til I OD and I probably will, uh
[04:03.00]
[04:13.37] It' s still Mr. Smokealotofpot
[04:15.36] Get your baby mommy popped with my other snobby bop
[04:17.89] Do I love her, prolly not
[04:19.26] Know your sh t is not as hot as anything I f ckin' drop
[04:22.09] B tch I' m in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock
[04:24.71] I' ve been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot
[04:27.41] Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glock
[04:30.18] Now I' m all grown, sing songs just to give ' em watts
[04:32.84] Fire what I talk, but still cooler than the otter pop
[04:35.64] Op Dom neck sh t in your wish list
[04:38.34] Mad sick sh t, mad d ck for your b tches
[04:40.92] On some slick sh t, your mistress on my hit list
[04:43.73] And I' m lifted ' til I' m stiff out of this b tch
[04:47.59] Odd in your motherf ckin' area
[04:49.25] Blood clots give me five feet ' fore I bury ya
[04:51.96] Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya
[04:54.61] Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carey up
[04:57.49] And f ck your team, ho n gga wassup
[05:00.31] Wolf Gang so you know we not givin' no f cks
[05:03.13] You know me dog, I' ma chill in the cut so I can
[05:05.93] Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up
[05:08.41]
[05:14.82] Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga
[05:18.81]
[05:19.45] Rent a super car for a day
[05:21.00] Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze
[05:23.74] Bro, easy on the ounce, that' s a lot for a day
[05:26.20] But just enough for a week, my n gga what can I say
[05:29.02] I' m hi and I' m bye, wait I mean I' m straight
[05:32.13] I' ma get you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes
[05:34.68] My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day
[05:37.27] ' Course you know the vibe' s as fly as the rhymes
[05:40.07] On the song, cut and you could sample the feel
[05:42.96] Headphone bleed, make this sh t sound real
[05:45.73] Used to work the grill, fatburger and fries
[05:48.48] Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars
[05:51.12] Now, how many f ckin' crystal balls can I buy and own
[05:54.60] Humble old me had to flex for the fogs
[05:57.23] Down in Muscle Beach pumpin' iron and bone
[05:59.96] Bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
[06:04.63] Yea, bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
[06:11.13] Bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
[06:13.60]
[06:15.56] Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it' s hard
[06:19.35] Gotta do it over and over and over again but here I go
[06:24.76] Hey it' s Jasper, not even a rapper
[06:27.28] Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster
[06:30.06] Got a TV show, so I guess I' m an actor
[06:32.64] Pot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle
[06:35.45] Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell
[06:38.07] Still ignorant, still hit a b tch
[06:40.77] Wolf Gang, n gga, so I still don' t give a sh t
[06:43.51] Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap
[06:46.18] Bong rips as I feel on that little b tch cat
[06:48.99] Hah, n gga came through with a 9 bar real quick
[06:52.90] Just for the b tches, little bit of money in my pocket
[06:55.64] F ck it, Wolf Gang
[06:57.41]
[06:59.96] Yeah, f ck that
[07:08.79] Look, the contrast is a pair of lips
[07:11.27] Swallowin' syrup and settin' fires to sheriffs whip
[07:14.47] F ckin' all American terrorist
[07:16.56] Crushin' rapper larynx to feed ' em a f ckin' carrot stick
[07:19.48] And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'
[07:21.95] And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is
[07:24.55] Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel
[07:27.33] So that sterile piss flow remind these n ggas where embarrassed is
[07:30.51] Narrow, tight line, might impair him
[07:33.34] Since I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
[07:36.06] Pharaoh f ckin' pillow tear wearin' pack of parasite
[07:38.23] Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise
[07:40.97] Ladidadi back in here to f ck the party up
[07:43.78] Raiding fridges, tipping over vases with a tommy gun
[07:46.51] Never dollars, pop would make it rain hockey pucks
[07:49.47] 60 day chips from f ckin' awesome anonymous
[07:52.30] Call him bloated ' til he show them that the flow deluxe
[07:55.06] Off the wall loafers, four loko, and a cobra clutch
[07:57.58] Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho' to pose his drum
[08:00.82] Let me hit him, hit it with a stick until the ho was numb
[08:03.14] Culprit of the potent punch
[08:04.45] Scolding hot as dunking scrotum in a Folgers cup or Nevada
[08:07.97] Driving drunk inside a stolen truck
[08:09.70] Sh tting like his colon bust
[08:11.03] Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
[08:13.88] Supernova, I' m rollin' over the novices
[08:16.53] I' m roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is
[08:19.33] Stay gold ' til the case closed and the story end
[08:21.95] Post mortem porkin' this rap sh t and record it
[08:24.61] To escort it to the morgue again
[08:26.02] Lord of lips, bored of this
[08:27.39] Forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list
[08:30.19] Stormin' the gate, who' s sure in the base, scorching ladies
[08:33.49] Motherf ckers soarin', torso and face
[08:35.24] Get at me with savages, have a pack of Apache
[08:38.05] Indian pack of n ggas who don' t give a f ck if we nasty as flatulence
[08:41.64] As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky so see me you can' t
[08:44.38] Like crunchy black cats in a taxi
[08:46.26] Back like lateral passing
[08:49.10] With that motherf cking gladiator manner of rapping
[08:51.74] As an addict I let percocets and xannies relax me
[08:54.88] Fall back if your paddies is Maxi
[08:56.78] Please
[08:57.77]
[09:09.22] OF, sh t that' s all I got
[09:11.00] From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
[09:14.06] From that father figure Clancy to that skatey n gga Naks
[09:16.73] Shredding down ' Fax, Wolf Gang run the f ckin' block
[09:19.63] Storefront, knee tat
[09:21.45] Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
[09:25.55] And grip tape... and my shoes
[09:28.61] Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut
[09:32.73] 5 years later, for our label yea we own it
[09:35.43] I started an empire, I ain' t even old enough
[09:38.35] To drink a f ckin' beer, I' m tipsy off this soda pop
[09:41.78] This is for the niggers in the suburbs
[09:43.69] And the white kids with n gga friends who say the nword
[09:46.51] And the ones that got called weird, fag, b tch, nerd
[09:49.47] Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
[09:53.23] They say we ain' t actin' right
[09:54.90] Always try to turn our f ckin' color into black and white
[09:57.27] But they' ll never change ' em, never understand ' em
[10:00.07] Radical' s my anthem, turn my f ckin' amps up
[10:02.91] So instead of critiquing and b tching, being mad as f ck
[10:05.90] Just admit, not only are we talented, we' re rad as f ck
[10:09.46] B tches
[10:10.51]
[10:15.97] OFM, bangin' on your FM
[10:21.05] Gnaw, 2011, yea
[10:30.55] Golf Wang
[10:31.20]
[00:02.26] Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album
[00:03.22] You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
[00:06.75] Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
[00:11.12] Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
[00:15.69] Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to LBoy Awk
[00:21.44]
[00:24.75] Big eared bandit is tossing all his manners
[00:27.22] In a bag and wrapping them in seran wrap bandages
[00:29.97] Tossing them in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches
[00:32.66] So when he says " catch up, n gga" it looks like an accident
[00:35.89] Um, flowing like my pad is the maxiest
[00:38.17] My b tch white and black like she' s been mimicking a panda
[00:40.86] It' s the dark skinned n gga, kissing b tches in Canada
[00:43.68] Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
[00:46.36] Put her in the chamber all against her Will Chamberlain
[00:49.03] I never had a reason, n gga, I was just able
[00:51.70] Not a f cking Logic contradicting d ck head
[00:54.64] Flyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit
[00:57.36] Semen scented cheetah printed tee
[00:60.00] In that ' Preme five panel, I' ll repeat it for the season
[01:02.68] Previous items in the present
[01:05.43] With the normal ass past like I cheated on my team
[01:07.66] Man tried to get that n gga, but, Golf Wang
[01:18.52]
[01:19.39] To have some type of knowledge that is one perception
[01:21.78] But knowing you own your opponent is a defeating bonus
[01:24.54] I' m Zeus to a Kronos
[01:25.84] Cartilage cartridge is boneless
[01:27.34] Smiles of cowards in lead showers
[01:29.45] Dead spouses in red blouses
[01:31.23] Children who fled houses on Mustang horses an went jousting
[01:34.74] I' m on my Robin Hood sh t
[01:36.62] Robbin' in the hood: whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet
[01:39.46] I' m stealing your rings, coke diamonds and your Vet
[01:42.10] Soldiers lace the f ckin' boot
[01:43.40] And salute like the troop when they shoot you gon' poop
[01:46.17] It' s Killhodgy, n gga, stay the f ck off my stoop
[01:48.78] And out my Kool aid, juice
[01:51.99]
[01:57.69] Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin
[02:00.20] Jasper got the Henny, my n gga we get it in
[02:02.92] Wolf Gang party at the hotel
[02:05.91] I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell
[02:09.31] You know Left Brain need a freak
[02:11.46] I need a b tch to go down like a Nitty beat
[02:14.02] Yup, uh, and her ass fat
[02:16.76] Don' t be surprised if I ask where the hash at
[02:19.47] N gga I' m tryin' to smoke, b tch get higher
[02:22.28] Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talkin' ' bout a lighter
[02:25.28] Still bang salute me or just shoot me
[02:27.45] Cause if you don' t salute me then my team will do the shooting
[02:30.07] Yea my n gga Ace will pull the black jack
[02:33.00] The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac
[02:35.92] Livin' like the Mafia, b tch, don' t get to slacking up
[02:38.44] And if these haters actin' up, throw ' em in the aqueduct
[02:41.15] Free my n gga Earl, yo, I don' t really ask for much
[02:44.01] But two bad b tches in front of me cunnilingus
[02:47.46]
[02:56.99] What the f ck is caution?
[02:58.13] Often I leave you flossin' and cause exes next to coffins
[03:01.86] Lost in translation, the dreams you chase
[03:04.03] Got you diving for the plates like you stealin' home base
[03:07.35] That' s great I' m home alone dreamin' of two on ones
[03:10.63] With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on
[03:13.40] And Travis is in the closet organizing and hangin' the tramp
[03:16.58] Three lettermans that Ace has been makin' him
[03:19.47] No strays while we catchin' matinees, huh?
[03:22.00] I' m gettin' blazed thinking ' bout those days
[03:24.25] I had the top off the GT3 like toupees
[03:27.04] One finger in the air, all' s fair when crime pays
[03:29.78] My grand scheme of things
[03:31.64] Is to be attached to the game like b tches to their wedding rings
[03:35.06] And you don' t even need to look
[03:36.66] Cause we gleam obscene in the light
[03:38.36] Ride slow to my yellow diamond shining like the Batman logo over Gotham
[03:41.83] Rock LA to Harlem
[03:44.49] If you say " get ' em Mike G" then I got ' em
[03:47.11] One man squadron, n gga I' m a problem
[03:49.71] From Briggs I got bars and plans to
[03:51.86] Pimp these Polish b tches into pop stars
[03:53.74] Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still
[03:56.58] And if I said it then it is or it' s gonna be real
[03:59.76] OF ' til I OD and I probably will, uh
[04:03.00]
[04:13.37] It' s still Mr. Smokealotofpot
[04:15.36] Get your baby mommy popped with my other snobby bop
[04:17.89] Do I love her, prolly not
[04:19.26] Know your sh t is not as hot as anything I f ckin' drop
[04:22.09] B tch I' m in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock
[04:24.71] I' ve been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot
[04:27.41] Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glock
[04:30.18] Now I' m all grown, sing songs just to give ' em watts
[04:32.84] Fire what I talk, but still cooler than the otter pop
[04:35.64] Op Dom neck sh t in your wish list
[04:38.34] Mad sick sh t, mad d ck for your b tches
[04:40.92] On some slick sh t, your mistress on my hit list
[04:43.73] And I' m lifted ' til I' m stiff out of this b tch
[04:47.59] Odd in your motherf ckin' area
[04:49.25] Blood clots give me five feet ' fore I bury ya
[04:51.96] Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya
[04:54.61] Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carey up
[04:57.49] And f ck your team, ho n gga wassup
[05:00.31] Wolf Gang so you know we not givin' no f cks
[05:03.13] You know me dog, I' ma chill in the cut so I can
[05:05.93] Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up
[05:08.41]
[05:14.82] Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga
[05:18.81]
[05:19.45] Rent a super car for a day
[05:21.00] Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze
[05:23.74] Bro, easy on the ounce, that' s a lot for a day
[05:26.20] But just enough for a week, my n gga what can I say
[05:29.02] I' m hi and I' m bye, wait I mean I' m straight
[05:32.13] I' ma get you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes
[05:34.68] My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day
[05:37.27] ' Course you know the vibe' s as fly as the rhymes
[05:40.07] On the song, cut and you could sample the feel
[05:42.96] Headphone bleed, make this sh t sound real
[05:45.73] Used to work the grill, fatburger and fries
[05:48.48] Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars
[05:51.12] Now, how many f ckin' crystal balls can I buy and own
[05:54.60] Humble old me had to flex for the fogs
[05:57.23] Down in Muscle Beach pumpin' iron and bone
[05:59.96] Bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
[06:04.63] Yea, bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
[06:11.13] Bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
[06:13.60]
[06:15.56] Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it' s hard
[06:19.35] Gotta do it over and over and over again but here I go
[06:24.76] Hey it' s Jasper, not even a rapper
[06:27.28] Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster
[06:30.06] Got a TV show, so I guess I' m an actor
[06:32.64] Pot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle
[06:35.45] Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell
[06:38.07] Still ignorant, still hit a b tch
[06:40.77] Wolf Gang, n gga, so I still don' t give a sh t
[06:43.51] Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap
[06:46.18] Bong rips as I feel on that little b tch cat
[06:48.99] Hah, n gga came through with a 9 bar real quick
[06:52.90] Just for the b tches, little bit of money in my pocket
[06:55.64] F ck it, Wolf Gang
[06:57.41]
[06:59.96] Yeah, f ck that
[07:08.79] Look, the contrast is a pair of lips
[07:11.27] Swallowin' syrup and settin' fires to sheriffs whip
[07:14.47] F ckin' all American terrorist
[07:16.56] Crushin' rapper larynx to feed ' em a f ckin' carrot stick
[07:19.48] And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'
[07:21.95] And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is
[07:24.55] Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel
[07:27.33] So that sterile piss flow remind these n ggas where embarrassed is
[07:30.51] Narrow, tight line, might impair him
[07:33.34] Since I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
[07:36.06] Pharaoh f ckin' pillow tear wearin' pack of parasite
[07:38.23] Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise
[07:40.97] Ladidadi back in here to f ck the party up
[07:43.78] Raiding fridges, tipping over vases with a tommy gun
[07:46.51] Never dollars, pop would make it rain hockey pucks
[07:49.47] 60 day chips from f ckin' awesome anonymous
[07:52.30] Call him bloated ' til he show them that the flow deluxe
[07:55.06] Off the wall loafers, four loko, and a cobra clutch
[07:57.58] Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho' to pose his drum
[08:00.82] Let me hit him, hit it with a stick until the ho was numb
[08:03.14] Culprit of the potent punch
[08:04.45] Scolding hot as dunking scrotum in a Folgers cup or Nevada
[08:07.97] Driving drunk inside a stolen truck
[08:09.70] Sh tting like his colon bust
[08:11.03] Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
[08:13.88] Supernova, I' m rollin' over the novices
[08:16.53] I' m roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is
[08:19.33] Stay gold ' til the case closed and the story end
[08:21.95] Post mortem porkin' this rap sh t and record it
[08:24.61] To escort it to the morgue again
[08:26.02] Lord of lips, bored of this
[08:27.39] Forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list
[08:30.19] Stormin' the gate, who' s sure in the base, scorching ladies
[08:33.49] Motherf ckers soarin', torso and face
[08:35.24] Get at me with savages, have a pack of Apache
[08:38.05] Indian pack of n ggas who don' t give a f ck if we nasty as flatulence
[08:41.64] As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky so see me you can' t
[08:44.38] Like crunchy black cats in a taxi
[08:46.26] Back like lateral passing
[08:49.10] With that motherf cking gladiator manner of rapping
[08:51.74] As an addict I let percocets and xannies relax me
[08:54.88] Fall back if your paddies is Maxi
[08:56.78] Please
[08:57.77]
[09:09.22] OF, sh t that' s all I got
[09:11.00] From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
[09:14.06] From that father figure Clancy to that skatey n gga Naks
[09:16.73] Shredding down ' Fax, Wolf Gang run the f ckin' block
[09:19.63] Storefront, knee tat
[09:21.45] Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
[09:25.55] And grip tape... and my shoes
[09:28.61] Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut
[09:32.73] 5 years later, for our label yea we own it
[09:35.43] I started an empire, I ain' t even old enough
[09:38.35] To drink a f ckin' beer, I' m tipsy off this soda pop
[09:41.78] This is for the niggers in the suburbs
[09:43.69] And the white kids with n gga friends who say the nword
[09:46.51] And the ones that got called weird, fag, b tch, nerd
[09:49.47] Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
[09:53.23] They say we ain' t actin' right
[09:54.90] Always try to turn our f ckin' color into black and white
[09:57.27] But they' ll never change ' em, never understand ' em
[10:00.07] Radical' s my anthem, turn my f ckin' amps up
[10:02.91] So instead of critiquing and b tching, being mad as f ck
[10:05.90] Just admit, not only are we talented, we' re rad as f ck
[10:09.46] B tches
[10:10.51]
[10:15.97] OFM, bangin' on your FM
[10:21.05] Gnaw, 2011, yea
[10:30.55] Golf Wang
[10:31.20]
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