Oldie Lyrics
| Song | Oldie |
| Artist | Odd Future |
| Album | The OF Tape Vol. 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [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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