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T-Bone
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Can't See Us
Ah, What, Ah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yo can't see these G's Players and Riders from the ORC We the dopest clique there eva gon' be Straight up outta the dirty bay, ooh wee Cali hits is what we bring Nothin' less, only the best from the West so uh, Get up outta ya seat baby And let me see ya do the Gospel boggie, ah Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie Organized worldwide with a gang of members Bony Bone Corleone make 'em all surrender I'm the boss of the clique The E-D-O-Gs to represent ORC recognize Devil's meet they demise when I subtract Suckas off the map Click-clock locked and loaded, my crew exploded And the blood downpour-ded Get ready for that Oscar-winning drama Bringin' trauma to that tail like an abusive Mamma Imma get busy like a killer bee 'cause The ORC got more game than Chuck on the Re Comin' out the West Coast with that Cali love Home of the body baggin of the bloody glove 'peat my style, wild like T-Bone be psychotic, We got the winning team with Chase and Dante on it Pit bull off the clique with the bite in me You can't see this organized rhyme dynasty Yo can't see these G's Players and Riders from the ORC We the dopest clique there eva gon' be Straight up outta the dirty bay, ooh wee Cali hits is what we bring Nothin' less, only the best from the West so uh, Get up outta ya seat baby And let me see ya (do the Gospel boggie, ah) (Yeah) Organized rhyme gangstas connected From ghetto to ghetto and city to city we worldwide respected Feared and rejected, beats perfected No need for a nine--Holy ghost protected This the dawn of the rap clique Don't trip, spit lyrical rhymes reachin' them killas and them convicts Piru, B-doggs, and them shaw crips And street pimps with these West Coast bomb hits It's been 12 years, still can't see my clique Sick with the spit Tell them prayer haters, get a grip And don't trip, this a brand new apocalypse Two double O three, and there ain't no stoppin' this 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 From California to the projects of the boogie down We infamous for bringing that Gospel God-core sound You can't see O-R-G-A-N-I-Z-E-D-R-H-Y-M-E. Yo can't see these G's Players and Riders from the ORC We the dopest clique there eva gon' be Straight up outta the dirty bay, ooh wee Cali hits is what we bring Nothin' less, only the best from the West so uh, Get up outta ya seat baby And let me see ya do the Gospel boggie We done been in this game for years Made me un-ah-nee-ma La position had a business like Iltali mahn EE Delicioso, mafioso Now we spit these lyrical hollow points like Selly Sell And you can't see the O-R-Crew Start the chainsaw, oh-rah-TOO Peligroso, like a shoot out, with the po-po The hydros with no struts in tha low-low Ya'll must be crazy tryin' to mess with an assassin I'm flashin and blastin anyone harrassin' for the gadget thrashin' If they asking, tell 'em Bone said it Leave ya black and blue with a lyrical whoopin' Callin' the paramedics Ya'll can't see us like a cheetah in the jungle You're all bark, we're all bite, ready to rumble Yo can't see these G's Players and Riders from the ORC We the dopest clique there eva gon' be Straight up outta the dirty bay, ooh wee Cali hits is what we bring Nothin' less, only the best from the West so uh, Get up outta ya seat baby And let me see ya do the Gospel boggie, ah Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie Yo can't see these G's Players and Riders from the ORC We the dopest clique there eva gon' be Straight up outta the dirty bay, ooh wee Cali hits is what we bring Nothin' less, only the best from the West so uh, Get up outta ya seat baby And let me see ya do the Gospel boggie, ah Organized rhyme forever, baby tahahahahahahahahahahahaha
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