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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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