O.G.C. - Wild Cowboys In Bucktown (feat. Sadat X & Doc Holiday) (Da Storm 1996) | Текст песни

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• Wild Cowboys In Bucktown (feat. Sadat X & Doc Holiday) (Da Storm 1996)

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?
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
Boot camps the best host from east to west coast
Far from fool make moves like spies in trench coats
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
Straight Boot camp cowboys in Duck down
Soldiers heads creep while y'all bop to the boogie
Sound boy 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
Ay yo, dun, dun hold me down on the run
Ay yo he asked for it, his man saw it
So it don't mean jack to me
Ay yo he asked for it, his man saw it
So it don't mean jack to me, cowboy status
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
Uncle [Incomprehensible] is bringin' you brand new face
O.G.C. blowin' the spot with Sadat
King of the wild places, better know where you at
With your loud piece talkin' shut you mouth or keep walkin'
In the BK Lin stands the Boot camp 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
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 but too bad for you
Three two one nigga never knew ya
Straight from 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
Ay yo he asked for it, his man saw it
So it don't mean jack to me
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
Here we come flee three 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 upon their juices
Sittin' in my room buildin' with the most high
He game me some advice, 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


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