Murs - Okey Dog lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Once upon a time there was a one man gang
Who neva ran from anyone or sold cocaine
OGs in the city all knew his name
So here's a little story about the gang that he claimed
(Verse)
The hottest nigga I know, he from Okey Dog crip
When he get up out the pen betta hope he don't trip
Teriyaki or pastrami, he was always in some beef
A legend to this day, they talk about him in the streets
It's not a real hood, it's sumethin' that he made up
To piss gang bangas off cause he neva gave a fuck
He wore white pro wings, wit pink and green strings
And dare anybody on the shore to say a thing
Seen him knock a lot of dudes out wit one swing
By his side he always kept the baddest bitch ya eva seen
Made his first million by the age of seventeen
Runnin' credit card scams, neva touched a triple beam
He was the king, errybody tried to trip on him
They would get confused when he Okey Dog crip on 'em
Most of the time they would just start laughin'
But they all got knocked out quick just fo' askin'
(Hook)
Where ya from, homie? Where ya, where ya from? (whaaat!)
Where ya from, homie? Where ya, where ya from? (whaaat!)
Where ya from, homie? Where ya, where ya from? (whaaat!)
Okey Dog Crip & y'all don't want none
Where ya from, homie? Where ya, where ya from? (woop!!)
Okey Dog Cri & y'all don't want none
(Verse 2)
The hottest nigga I know, he from Okey Dog crip
Once knocked a nigga out, and he broke his own fist, like this
In LA ya get hit up erryday
The homie had to come up wit sumethin' different to say
He like no matter what I say, they gon' always want to fight
I'd rather get in to it ova sumething that I like
And the one thing I love in this world above all
Is the Teriyaki burger that they make at Okey Dog
All he needed was a cause that he could get behind
He was always down to squad cause he won erry time
Eva since we was little he could fight very well
Seen him whup a grown man and we was only 12
Kept to himself unless they bothered him first
But like I was sayin' at the top of this verse
He busted up his hand on a bitch nigga's head
All because he walked up to my homeboy and said
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
The hottest nigga I know, he from Okey Dog crip
He pulled out a chopper, told me focus in on this
This can make a man brave, this could make a man a slave
And once ya pull it out ain't too many standin' in yo way
Trigger in yo hand, ya got to understand
A lot of men use arms cause they ain't got hands
The shooter is respected much less than the gladiator
If ya kill a nigga then his homies gon' get at ya later
Ya squared up, win some, lose some
I need to save the day like John Witherspoon, son
Homie's almost out after eight to ten years
But Imma say sumethin' that he might hate to hear
Look, now that I'm a grown man
Thirty sumethin' years and I'm out here tryna throw hands
It's green light fo' me to blast a muthafucka
So ya betta think twice befo' ya ask a muthafucka
(Hook)
