Self - We Be The O's lyrics

Yeah, huh uh, yeah My girl came over looking sad So I asked her whats wrong she said moms and dad Daddy trippin so I asked her how? She said daddy drunk pushing moms around I'm like WHAT? I'mma break his neck Cause moms kinda cool and deserve respect Jumped in the Range Rover, I'mma smoke this punk I made sure the joints was inside the trunk Merked, Parkway South, til I reached his house Moms on the porch with a busted mouth Straight cryin tryin to get me to leave Pops still cursin I can still smell trees Dipped him from behind, tried to reach for his nine Lift the four-fifths up and lost my mind Start squeezin til he hit the floor And gave that fool smooth what he askin for [Hook] Now, we be the O's for all those don't know We gon' give you fools smooth what y'all askin for Cash flow, mad gold, pa**in hash and 'dro We gon' give you fools smooth what y'all askin for Hoes, we got hoes that'll touch they toes That give y'all fools smooth what y'all askin for Blow, we gon' blow til theys blow no mo' We gon' give you fools smooth what y'all askin for Yo, yo How many times must I tell you punks I smell you skunks that want me to fail and flunk Skip bail get jumped, nailed and stuck Swelled in lumps, spend my life in the jail for one blunt And my baby mother she don't make it no betta on me Run around thinkin I'm cheatin on her, smellin my laundry So f** it I might as well do it, if I'mma get accused, sh** Make some plans up with a few chicks Now outta the few one of them got it and called me back Freaky Lisa, who like big blunts and cognac Rough s** and all that she be blessin a n***a Come to find out this my baby mother half sister I had to think for a minute, sip my drink for a minute Put the cup to my lips wasn't a f**ing thing in it Now I'm buggin, baby mother feelings all swole All I can say is she got waht she asked for (Thats how it go) Hook Let me tell you about my man named Slang We used to hang way back when P&S was the gang We used to cut school and roll up trees play humpty Stay ?lully? rockin collas and gray rugbys My man fifty grand down for combat Head was on straight til his mom pa**ed He started flippin, started mixin somethin up with the coco Highjacked a bus and went loco Yo he got caught went to jail Then came back home, same rap tone but no where to live No kids, no wife, no job, no ice Can't cop a pair a kicks at no low price Without a buck can't come up, clock or roll dice Hard way to live when the night fall right Outsida to the bone doing d** even harder Run up in the beauty parlor and reak havoc Life is mad tragic, I believe in black magic I'll be seeing you again, when my road end Gotta A.P.B out and a message to send Ride around everyday with my vest and my ten So unless you a friend Pacewon don't wanna see ya Don't be the next geek I heat up shoot twice and leave ya Cut twice and beat up R.I.P. I hope the rats find ya corpse and eat ya No remorse either Hook