[O-Dash]
Yeah, hear Dash
Yo, ready to let you know
It's your boy O-Dash man, yaknahmsayin?
Y'all motherf**ers better stop sleeping out here
Nah, don't do that
You better wake the f** up for real
Open your eyelids
Big Pooh, Nicolay
It's the League's Tracy McGrady, f*ggots gonna hate me (huh)
Puttin up MVP numbers, spittin 12 months this summer
Emanate, and watch cowards imitate
How I demonstrate how words supposed to penetrate
Punks mad at O cause they can't get a date - n***a wait
Give me a second to get it straight
Haters see me in pub - want my sh**
See my rasta b**hes and want my dick
That's a h*mo, that's why I don't deal with em no more
Bunch of Dr. Evils tryna steal a n***a mojo
In the safe got dough (uh huh), claim he got flow
By the fifteenth I'm like "Yo, where your dough go?"
I see, I see, in other words, you're so-so
Hate O for movin blocks of coco for dough, no?
Fast breakin the drought, f** a T-O
Coach told me to shoot whenever in doubt
D-League got the components to be dissected
Game over, now train your style so eclectic
Comin through beneath radars, undetected
Twenty bars of perfection to be respected, n***a!