50 CENT - OJ lyrics

rate me

Put on my o.j. gloves and watch me kill this shit

Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit

I'm pulling off a o.j, off, off a o.j.

I'm smoking up my lungs,

This liquor drowning my liver

I'm now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup

Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner

Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer; master splinter

Sound like my phone is bugged, give a nigga the jitters

I don't give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter

Yeah I'm kind of thinner but goddam you're jeans are slimmer

I don't want you round my children, you look like a sex offender

Planet of the apes, I'm a g unit gorilla

All these rappers claim they killers

Proly sue you when you hit them

See I'm not what you used to

I ain't soo woo, I ain't crippin'

I'm a rider gang nigga

We gon' get it where we fit it

Put on my o.j. gloves and watch me kill this shit

Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit

I'm pulling off a o.j, off, off a o.j.

Got a new bitch that's so bad

Yeah she don't know what she doin'

And her ass so round and fat

When she touch me I'm like boooing!

I won't hit and I won't tell

So I don't wanna flip a coin

I don't kiss it, I don't tell

So her close friend she can join

They don't call me from the pens

That's to see how things are going

So the money, it still flowing

Get a rider gang, it's still glowing

And my neck and my wrist,

And my ears and my fist

Got diamonds all over shit glowing

And the lambo ain't got no top

It ain't summer yet but it's hot

You gon lose the speech when you hit the streets

And you see the bitches I got

You better believe it's real

From the philippines to brazil

Lil mexican chica, I want you to meet her

People can give it to you pure

100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup

Put on my o.j. gloves and watch me kill this shit

Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit

I'm pulling off a o.j, off, off a o.j.

Mjg, bitch I got them 8 balls

4 door garage, bitch I need 8 cars

They want me locked up

They singing like akon

Her shatter, like a? on

Bitch my life right and you niggas dead wrong

I would take your head on so you can see me head on

I'm gettin' my air blown, you know what her head on

She got my head gone, shit I'm bout to head home

? that's my destination

Still street, never handed in my resignation

Ding dong, I'm at your doorbell waiting

Who tryna get served, I'm 'bout to do some catering