DJ OP - Two Turntables And A Mic lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Hey, yo, OP, hit me friend
Don't drink all that jagg', nigga
(Verse)
Runnin', gunnin', otha hand
Hard life, sittin', dryin' under fan
Look out, chillin', watchin' for the man
Trips down the VA in the customized van
OM3's, little GT's
Big sky jacket with the rack for the skies
Dono, throwin' bolo's
If I need it I had to do stoots in the A solo
Fuck the popo, I grew up fast
Thought I was Willie when I did the pockanose
Fuckin' the champagne glass buck naked, no towel
Dick hangin', not givin' a fuck
Rollin' up a white owl
Mega weed, big ass bag with hella seeds
Nigga knew his math, but nigga will never read
I knew how much I made and I knew who I had to feed
Any nigga come against, any nigga gon' bleed
(Outro)
A.k.a. Mr. Crabs!