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Ali - Ore-Ore-O lyrics
(Ali) C'mon, oooooooooooooooooooh, no, yo (Just the north, south, east, west coast and us) Hey, uh, it's Lee I'm amazin', original Asian Lime blazin' hatin'll get you nowhere, but get me Hotter than Cajun, spontaneous combustion My temperature's raisin', nigga for days and days Minutes I was just I been waitin' From a shine, to reduce your regrimes Dimes to raisins, you talkin' Me? Naw naw player I'm sparklin' Straight up parkin', hoppin' out with a Eagle barkin' (Pop pop) Money, my car chop chop Hot spot for the jewels, man I'm keepin' the Glock You might get popped, I'm good ain't no duckin' the dot 2000 number J truck mansion and yacht (Ooooh!) I say like uh uh (Ooooh!) I say like uh uh Should let you know, I'ma bring it really raw It be like pat-b-b-b-b-b pat-b-b-b-b-b really raw Come again now (Chorus: Ali) Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o If you real, let me hear you say Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o If you all about your paper then you say Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o If you real, let me hear you say Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o (Just the north, south, east, west coast and us) (Ali) I need a trillion dollars for every breath I take For heaven's sake, just to keep righteous food on my plate And I'm gon' get it, whether it be rap-rockin' if not It's back to crack-poppin' out the back of the barbershop No holds barred, back streets to boulevards Gain way, throwin' house parties in the PJ's Cars square village, love joy lane Buddha 88 man it's still the same I can't complain, I know niggas that lost they brain Got they chest removed, straight vestibules Don't test a fool, who ain't got shit to lose That ain't cool, now he gotta rep off of you That's why I stay to myself, stay alive and teach Puff that oohwee and keep the snub-nose in reach I ain't a thug, so nigga I ain't gon' start that now I'm Mr. Nigga that kept work and carried the four pound (Chorus: Ali) (Ali) You want to feel made? Roll with me for a day Excursion weight, absolutely splurgin' way Okay first, my team a hundred deep at least Respected highly on the street Cause we don't start no beef, in the club Murphy suede, human grenade And some handmade, hide the haze Behind the Cartier Rolls tinted E'er word I speak I'm in it Hip hop; we in it, from now until infinite We like ten foster kids bringin' daddy business We turn the heat up to Tae-Bo in the club we post the Guinness We had the guard spook one of my gods then broke loose Had to buck a clown, too much Crown with no juice Icy noose, bluey suit outside cute Inside room ugly as a pea-green suit with ruffles We fold up chairs in a tussle Outside we gon' put somethin' harder than muscles (Chorus: Ali) Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o (Just the north, south, east, west coast and us) |
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