Abstract Rude - O.G. Crew Heavyweights Round 3 lyrics

[Hook] We are the O.G crew [Abstract Rude] First of all Check it out A.T.U, maskedmen, blac clan Freestyle fellowship And first brigade is in this b**h Don't you know We hold down the hole show Huh, we just got the feeling And every transpance? is on the celing And zulu sticks to the walls Abstract evolves Into a M.C with no flaws Getting applause Hoorah from the griots In ya' faces Matulas and the Aceys And the Mikeys on Jupiter Well I see a light Must be that Ganja K kryptonite We really gone rip that sh** tonight At a Volume of 10 And we all are important And we have a lot to say Boom 7 smooth M.C's make crazy cartoons To bad we pimpin' The story's never ending Flows you can't shake a stick at This big black ma** of We give em' (fatjack) Now we change the rhythm [Hook] We are the OG crew [Aceyalone] Original West kizzy-oast Original Doing the most Everytime we come in the house We hold down the hole damn show We hold down the hole damn show We hold down the hole damn show Everytime we come in the house We hold down the hole damn show Fo' sho' Everytime we come in the house We hold down the hole damn show Could anybody take a little time out I'm finna' put a rhyme out And i'm a let it climb out [stand up?] For find it, your sure to undermind this Behind this, fatjack consigned us to beatbreak But you gotta pay them dues cheap skate Ain't no free rides When the O.G crew gonna {white out?}, you undermind We ain't no joke or no jibe Wanna take the filling out your inside Right or wrong, be strong We're gonna keep on keeping on O.G original god gangsta griot biotch Here me now, see me not Things be not, Acey got the whole place hot We are who the O.G crew And you know we giving up that W I thought you knew And this the sh** we love to do Cause we are true And we can't be fade If ya' masqueraded Or if ya' perpetrated I hate it [Hook] We are the O.G crew [Volume 10] Ins-credible, i'm not edible You can not taste me Get away from me I'm not a pastry I hate you mother-f**ers Who come around from thee Braggin, boasting and toasting Like bread and bu*ter I wanna know murder Red run, redrum Have you run I'm gonna k** someone today I'm bugging {to the lotto play?} This is a westcoast thing So I must sing and scream You know what I mean I want you to give up I couldn't give a f** If you ain't from my neighbourhood My neighbourhood is way back On crenshaw area Ya' know Where fools are scared of a murderer And a motherf**er who is down with the game, god This westcoast thing [Hook] We are the O.G crew [Verse] Every once in a while Them n***as come and sample our style Who breath, aggrieve? That thief from 3000 miles Feel free to steel from me But remember who your asking to This west coast blow up from mad men And who are you when it comes to bumbling runs And uh, forget where it began Cause westcoast is running Sure you get some dap from what happened back in the days We be freestyle Memorabilia, hip hop, flav' We are the O.G crew Kicking up the sinister mustard We serve you So why, why, why Do you steal are Rhymes, rhymes, rhymes All the time New styles we invent So whack M.C's must repent The sun rise on the east But on the west is heaven sent And i'm gone [Myka 9] Whatever you ever want it done We can do, it's true And we'll never lie to you We're clever too And we'll make a fool of you And chew and spit out your whack a** crew We are the ultimate omen? And there's no clue n***a thought you knew It's an original, individual, debuts We're the O.G crew One who flew over the cuckcoo nest And doo doo, foul mood I was in a sh**ty mood There was no feeding for thinking Until I came through with food [indeed I mean?] interlude Then betwixt the mix And some what rudeboy It's cool too if your watching news interview Rendezvous and we're {loose too?} Down the avenue I would just twitch my nose And switch my pose Bruise Make you black and blue Myka, acey, AB too And ganjah K be round M.C And fatjack got my back And a spinal tap And we're a little bit more verbally loose Than Dr. Seuss and Mr Magoo Or mother goose and winnie the pooh I pitty the fools f**ing with the heavily weighted crew [Hook] We are the O.G Crew [P.E.A.C.E] Where you from fool The south When I put it upto my mouth I'm guaranteed to rock the house Miscellaneous man*scripts Lack mathematical, mechanical Movements in and out of mood swings And uh, violent trips Rips clowns Watch them all come tumbling down One by one, look what i've done Flauntul? floor some Warning flaunting styles Rolled the coltrane for miles Just to get a recipe Give it to me Mike-gillespie what wrong Your not watching my armstrong Strong arm flex, whats next Easy, please, wheeze Don't let me go I loves to flow All night long You turn me off And i'll come back on Sacrificing lives, cars, homes, animals Taken away by flammables Blowing out candles with these handles Vandles with a tag On this [?] with my fist I mean toe tagged and zipped in a body bag You just got a front row seat to the morgue Thats why I stored objects in my demolition Put in a tenable position To surrender inner system Stark automatic violet Your fronting, i'm blasting It seems like the whole skies lit I'm drenched in darkness and violet Umm, trying to re-style it And just like calling and hanging up Find out, *96 i'm dialling [Hook] We are the O.G crew [Verse] Yeah, huh Yo, f** a paper caper Brown free Like a skyline, I rhyme In time with my own watch Pocket watch, dangle On the O.G freestyle Jazz gangsta angle The geometry be free My science holds my alliance down What your name Brown surrounded westcoast town See brothers throwing up W in the air And I got braids in my hair So n***a's wanna know if i'm blood or cuz I'm neither but i'm both So on east coast or the west coast I blow a toast through the chronic Makes me sonic, bionic Feeling like sean kemp smoking hemp None before he naughty 24 years old, brown, stroll with gold Diamond rings I sing song from yester-year Drop verbal tear an i'm out [Ganjah K] Yeah, big shout out to the first motherf**ing brigade Big shout and rest in peace to my homeboy bombay Yeah, this how Ganjah K Is gonna do it for 1994 Even though I stay higher than mount everest I got enough wind to win over the most athletic I feels no guilt When i'm on tilt of bud and beverages And my sharp flow Leave M.C's like hedges I'm the lawnmower man I will mo' you I will mo' you and your whole crew Yeah yeah yeah I make most of you look like a fool When it comes times To see who rules But on the normal i'm cool So it's best to be my ally Or fall by my waist side I wake up on the wrong side everyday Tryna' conjur up everyway to straight get paid