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Murs - Okey Dog lyrics

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(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)

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