Текст пісні Oh Oh - J Dilla

Oh Oh

Look nigga I can roll up some more weed
Or order 22 more bottles of Don P
My presidential Rolex shining, that’s on Gs
The clothes that I got on are designers from overseas
I pulled up getting high, told the valet to hold my keys
Hopped out, walk in that motherfucker, bought everything that I seen
Niggas hating, bitches wishing they can get in position for some infiltration
Taylor Gang motherfucker, don’t deal with no shape shift
Only real motherfuckers come up in my playlist
I keep it way too real to fuck with your fake shit
This the real right here, roll one up and face it
Getting high, rolling weed up for e’ryone to know me
In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z
And you know I’m getting cash cause I’m all about that paper
Give a fuck about a hater
T-G-O-D, peep the game from the floor seats
Here for my throne, put them bitches in the nosebleeds
(T-G-O-D), married to the money
Fornicating with the ballers and fuck a prenup like the Kobes
(T-G-O-D), educating hoes
On the what, where, hows of embodying a boss, see
Bitch I school sluts on the whats and the whos
And the guts and the shoes and how the body of a Porsche be
Now it’s rock-a-bye bitches
Lights out when I’m rocking my vicious
Ass-to-waist ratio
Giuseppe shipped out in casio, rent on a fascio
(Oo-la-la-la) is the way that we rock when we doing our thing
(Oo-la-la-la) is the first class high that the Taylors bring
My circle, anti-square
Can’t compare like a ain’t I care
Ain’t I there, sonning you hoes, I birth
None of you hoes have earned, none of you hoes have learned
Vicariously living through my shadows
Got them throwing more shade than a clouded out meadow
Living in a land called Lala, no Melo
Maserati sitting on lips all yellow
Smoked out interior like a cigarillo
Now these hoes wanna hang, leave them hanging like hello
(Ha ha ha ha ha) until my lifeless corpse in the depth of the Earth
Forever stay a real bitch and only fear God
When the Devil get to tempting me, I only hear God
And my struggles help build me, so endear eyes
Lauryn we’ll forever love you, you’ll forever fill hearts…
With Hip Hop
Getting high, rolling weed up for e’ryone to know me
In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z
And you know I’m getting cash cause I’m all about that paper
Give a fuck about a hater
Paper, paper, paper, I’m so fucking Taylor’d
Burning dope, getting ashes on the calculator
Big wads in my pockets, money barely bend
I’m so sincere riding in a Belly Benz
Hit the booty club, drinking Sapphire gin
Juicy J don’t fuck with ratchet hoes, only 10s
Getting high, rolling weed up for e’ryone to know me
In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z
And you know I’m getting cash cause I’m all about that paper