Uncle Otis [Produced by Mars & Point Guard]-The Game

歌手 : The Game

专辑 : Hood Morning (No Typo)Candy Coronas

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:22

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TXT Uncle Otis [Produced by Mars & Point Guard]-The Game 文本歌词

Here's a dome shot to this ni**a named Otis

Niggas think they the coldest but ni**a you just the oldest

Niggas be chasing they youth but it's gone

Yo 'Ye, this ni**a ain't even wanna put you on

And then he turned around, put on Sean

But forget to tell em Benny Han Han don't sell no f**king Wonton's

I don't wear Sean John, but f**k with that Ciroc sh*t

Tupac back, well Hit Em Up on some Pac sh*t

Who run the world? Jayceon

Will Kelly Rowland come and be my Motivation

If you invented swag then I invented gangsta

Got one in the chamber, the Throne is now in danger

And I don't wear no Gucci Gucci Fendi Fendi Prada

I'm Charles Louboutin, you niggas ain't sayin' nada

Lil white b**ch better stay in ya place

You call me a ni**a, I'ma put the K in ya face

It's a stick up b**ch

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, boi

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

Call Khaled, tell him F**k it, I'm on one

I created Tyler, the Creator

Here go courtside seats

You are now watching the greatest

Shades blocking the haters

Stays rocking the layers

The Show Goes On

Til I start aiming the Lasers

And Lupe'll souffle half you muthaf**kers

Its the Drew league, I don't wanna speak about the Rucker

Cause Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and I already got her up in the Porsche

Tryna teach you How To love

How To Love

Marc Anthony too short b**ch

Look how that ni**a look

And I'm 6 foot 7 foot 8 foot Crooks and Castles

All my niggas crooks with castles

Red Nation graduation yeah crooks with tassels

It's a party, it's a party, it's a party

Sittin up in Marvins Room, blowing that Marley

You 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, boi

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 got the money up in the rubber band

Don't run up on me, try to take it from me boom

I ain't Morris Chestnut, I ain't Ricky

But I give you 9 shots, you can call that Fifty

Dre got that Super Bass I just call it Nicki

Working on that Detox, blowin on that sticky

Can I hit it In The Morning?

Better be a quickie

Gotta hustle hard, Ace, Tunechi and Ricky

Waves Frank Ocean, you can see my Odd Future

You gon need more than Novacaine after I shoot ya

Yesterday I went to Coachella not to see Jigga

I went to see Wiz but there's Amber, perfect

I took a seat on the red futon

Hit it with that Wiz sh*t on, whatever

So put that p**sy on my face

And let me taste, a little taste

I'ma eat it up like it's my last

I'ma I'ma do it different, she ain't gettin no cash

You know why? I'm Not A Star

Somebody lied I got a chppper in the car, huh

That ain't 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, boi

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