Oh My My
Uhh... Yo
I can't hear myself on the mic
Uhh... Yea maybe i can
Now take a trip off the trip
Let me trip you out
Cause i'm a trip, I'm a nut, i'm a fool no doubt
Yall boys really trippin on the money I make
But i'm trippin wet tryin to kill some. I hate
Seperate all these fake niggas all in my face
You a disgrace, you should wish well for your own race
Tie your laces and hide your 2 faces
Guess I been lookin for love in all the wrong places
Follow in a trail to the land of hell
Everybody knows I belong in jail
For my raza, anyone else no tienen chanza
Fuck with my click i'll put a hole in your panza
I give 2 fucks, 3 shits, and 1 damn
Scram you bitch you aint with my fam
I don't cut for the jealous, guess where your gal is
All on my weenie like mustard and relish
Oh my my, oh hell yea
Let's all get to puttin some in the air
Fix me drink and sing me a song
But do it quick baby cause I can't stay long
Oh my my, oh hell yea
Let's all get to puttin some in the air
Man I'm so blowed, Man I'm so throwed
Somebody grab the wheel I can't see the road
Mama mia I want to put somethin in Aaliyah
Sippin on Sangria and smoking on Maria
I drill a nine mili through your liver arm trilla
Lone star state home of the armadilla
Blow killa with Priscilla and ganga with Blanca
Catch me at the club with my Nike chanclas
Vida chueca my girlfriend's name is la Muneca
Dios around my necka Sangre de Azteca
SPM on choppers like men
Yall run and hide while I count to ten
I'm a wait till fall then I'll my grass
Stop and make my girlfriend pump the gas
I got enough birds to have a snowball fight
My dream is to keep the world up all night
I done sold you a dub sack, used to chase a hub cap
Now I'm in this game tryin to see where my love at
Oh my my, Oh hell yea
Let's all get to puttin some in the air
Fix me a drink and sing me a song
But do it quick baby cause I can't stay long
Oh my my, Oh hell yea
Let's all get to puttin some in the air
Man I'm so blowed, Man I'm so throwed
Somebody grab the wheel I can't see the road
It's the return of that nut, Baby Beeshie
Love my chicken greasy
Shittin on them haters that love the taste of feces
I'm a fool I'm a nutta, Gone off the butta
I'm from Vallejo, California Houston to Calcutta
Gone wacko off tobacco mixed with the dough dough
You squares aint ready for the modern day cholo
Used to be a playa but now I'm an official
Doin big things like shine and pen & pixel
The only nigga with a Benz still on welfare
No insurance, no license, and no health care
Computer illiterate, smoke dank like a cigarette
A straight fuckin idiot, You think that I give a shit
I need a hearing aid for some handicap parking
Damn Baby Bash you so damn retarded
Oh my my, Oh hell yea
Let's all get to puttin some in the air
Fix me a drink and sing me a song
But do it quick baby cause I can't stay long
Oh my my, Oh hell yea
Let's all get to puttin some in the air
Man I'm so blowed, Man I'm so throwed
Somebody grab the wheel I can't see the road
I can't hear myself on the mic
Uhh... Yea maybe i can
Now take a trip off the trip
Let me trip you out
Cause i'm a trip, I'm a nut, i'm a fool no doubt
Yall boys really trippin on the money I make
But i'm trippin wet tryin to kill some. I hate
Seperate all these fake niggas all in my face
You a disgrace, you should wish well for your own race
Tie your laces and hide your 2 faces
Guess I been lookin for love in all the wrong places
Follow in a trail to the land of hell
Everybody knows I belong in jail
For my raza, anyone else no tienen chanza
Fuck with my click i'll put a hole in your panza
I give 2 fucks, 3 shits, and 1 damn
Scram you bitch you aint with my fam
I don't cut for the jealous, guess where your gal is
All on my weenie like mustard and relish
Oh my my, oh hell yea
Let's all get to puttin some in the air
Fix me drink and sing me a song
But do it quick baby cause I can't stay long
Oh my my, oh hell yea
Let's all get to puttin some in the air
Man I'm so blowed, Man I'm so throwed
Somebody grab the wheel I can't see the road
Mama mia I want to put somethin in Aaliyah
Sippin on Sangria and smoking on Maria
I drill a nine mili through your liver arm trilla
Lone star state home of the armadilla
Blow killa with Priscilla and ganga with Blanca
Catch me at the club with my Nike chanclas
Vida chueca my girlfriend's name is la Muneca
Dios around my necka Sangre de Azteca
SPM on choppers like men
Yall run and hide while I count to ten
I'm a wait till fall then I'll my grass
Stop and make my girlfriend pump the gas
I got enough birds to have a snowball fight
My dream is to keep the world up all night
I done sold you a dub sack, used to chase a hub cap
Now I'm in this game tryin to see where my love at
Oh my my, Oh hell yea
Let's all get to puttin some in the air
Fix me a drink and sing me a song
But do it quick baby cause I can't stay long
Oh my my, Oh hell yea
Let's all get to puttin some in the air
Man I'm so blowed, Man I'm so throwed
Somebody grab the wheel I can't see the road
It's the return of that nut, Baby Beeshie
Love my chicken greasy
Shittin on them haters that love the taste of feces
I'm a fool I'm a nutta, Gone off the butta
I'm from Vallejo, California Houston to Calcutta
Gone wacko off tobacco mixed with the dough dough
You squares aint ready for the modern day cholo
Used to be a playa but now I'm an official
Doin big things like shine and pen & pixel
The only nigga with a Benz still on welfare
No insurance, no license, and no health care
Computer illiterate, smoke dank like a cigarette
A straight fuckin idiot, You think that I give a shit
I need a hearing aid for some handicap parking
Damn Baby Bash you so damn retarded
Oh my my, Oh hell yea
Let's all get to puttin some in the air
Fix me a drink and sing me a song
But do it quick baby cause I can't stay long
Oh my my, Oh hell yea
Let's all get to puttin some in the air
Man I'm so blowed, Man I'm so throwed
Somebody grab the wheel I can't see the road
Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Coy
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