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!