We Be the O's Songtext
von Outsidaz

Geah
Uh
Uh, geah

My girl came over lookin′ sad (Sad)
So I asked her, "What's wrong?"
She said, "Moms and Dad, Daddy trippin′"
So I asked her, "How?"
She said, "Daddy drunk, pushin' Moms around"
I'm like, "What? I′ma break his neck"
′Cause Moms kinda cool and deserve respect
Jumped in the Range Rover, I'ma smoke this punk
I made sure the joints was inside the trunk
Murk Parkway South ′til I reached his house

Moms on the porch with a busted mouth


Straight cryin', tryna get me to leave
Pop still cursin′, I could still smell trees
Dipped in from behind, tried to reach for his 9
Lift the four-fifths up then lost my mind
Start squeezin' ′til he hit the floor
And gave that fool smooth what he askin' fo'

Now, we be the O′s for all those don′t know
We gon' give y′all fools smooth what y'all askin′ fo'
Cash flow, mad gold, pass the hash and ′dro
We gon' give y'all fools smooth what y′all askin′ fo'
Hoes, we got hoes that′ll touch they toes
To give y'all fools smooth what y′all askin' fo′
Blow, we gon' blow 'til there′s blow no mo′ (Huh, huh, huh, yeah)
We gon' give y′all fools smooth what y'all askin′ fo' (Huh)

Yo, how many time must I tell you punks?

I smell you skunks that want me to fail and flunk
Skip bail, get jumped, nailed and stuck, swelled and lumped
Spend my life in the jail for one blunt
And my baby mother, she don′t make it no better on me
Run around thinkin' I'm cheatin′ on her, smellin′ my laundry
So fuck it, I might as well do it, if I'ma get accused
Shit, made some plans up with a few chicks
Now out of the few, one of ′em gotta call me back
Freaky Lisa, who like big blunts and Cognac (Don't touch ′em, y'all)
Rough sex and all that, she be blessin′ a nigga


Come to find out, this my baby mother half-sister
I had to think for a minute, sip my drink for a minute
Put the cup to my lips, wasn't a fuckin' thing in it
Now I′m buggin′, baby mother feelin's all swole
All I could say is that she got what she asked fo′

That's how it go
We be the O′s for all those don't know
We gon′ give y'all fools smooth what y'all askin′ fo′
Cash flow, mad gold, pass the hash and 'dro
We gon′ give y'all fools smooth what y′all askin' fo′
Hoes, we got hoes that'll touch they toes
To give y'all fools smooth what y′all askin′ fo'
Blow, we gon′ blow 'til there′s blow no mo'
We gon′ give y'all fools smooth what y'all askin′ fo′

Let me tell you 'bout my man named Slang
We used to hang way back when PNS was the gang
We used to cut school and roll up trees, play Humpty
Stay lully, rockin′ Kotler's and gray Rugbys (Check these out)
My man fifty grand down for combat
Head was on straight ′til his moms passed
He started flippin', started mixin′ somethin' up with the coco
Hijacked a bus and went loco
Yo, he got caught, went to jail
Then came back home, same rap tone, but nowhere to live

No kids, no wife, no job, no ice
Can't cop a pair of kicks at no low price
Without a buck, can′t come up, clock or roll dice

Hard way to live when the knife fall, right?

Outsider to the bone, doin′ drugs even harder
Run up in the beauty parlor and wreak havoc
Life is mad tragic, I believe in black magic
I'll be seein′ you again when my road end
Got a APB out and a message to send
Ride around every day with my vest and my ten
So unless you a friend, Pacewon don't wanna see ya
Don′t be the next geek I heat up
Shoot twice and leave ya, cut twice and beat up
R.I.P., I hope the rats find your corpse and eat ya

No remorse either

Yeah, peace
We be the O's for all those don′t know
We gon' give y'all fools smooth what y′all askin′ fo'
Cash flow, mad gold, pass the hash and ′dro
We gon' give y′all fools smooth what y'all askin′ fo'
Hoes, we got hoes that'll touch they toes
To give y′all fools smooth what y′all askin' fo′
Blow, we gon' blow ′til there's blow no mo′
We gon' give y'all fools smooth what y′all askin′ fo' (Huh, huh, huh)