Win The G - Lyrics - O.c.

(feat. Bumpy Knuckles (Freddie Foxxx)) [chorus] [BK] Yo O.C., are you ready to win the G? [OC] The Gusto is comin home with me Yo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G? [BK] The Gusto is comin home with me Yo O.C., are you ready to win the G? [OC] The Gusto is comin home with me Yo Bumpy Knucks, are you ready to win the G? [BK] The Gusto is comin home with me [both] Comin home with me (comin home with me) comin home with me Rrrrahhhh! [Verse One: Bumpy Knuckles] Who got the hardest, MC style, ever created? Who got celebrity, status, and is still underrated? Who got them two glock nines that be black and nickel plated? And I'll blow a ***'s chest out, to keep me motivated My periphreal, sees MC's, that ain't nice with these So all my new rivalries'll be, MC robberies I got these *** shook like, Shake-N-Bake, cook like I knock your punk *** out, wake you up, and I show you What I look like, who's that MC, that thinks that he can *** with F-R-E-D-D-I-E, excuse me, Bumpy Knucks I don't give a ***, if it's friend or foe This *** is my job to let you *** know so don't take it personal When I stick this verse in you, I don't know what you gon' do Even if you get your crew I'll walk through the stage Like it's Hoe Stroll Avenue, tappin on them pockets Puttin tabs on your revenue, now dig this It's mad *** that be thinkin they nice with they flow It's mad *** that be frontin like they holdin some dough It's mad *** that'll challenge me and after the show They Don't Wanna Be Players no mo', like Joe *** try and come at me, with contemporary gangsta Fusion I'm smashin with the simple *** I'm usin Bashin and bruisin, who's in charge, BUMPY Step up in my face I leave your forehead LUMPY [chorus] [Verse Two: O.C.] I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, *** your fame Platinum and gold plate, don't hold no weight I be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain't a *** In his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine From West coast to East I'm full-fledged Bust the science, *** better know the ledge O see all, I G off, enemy I spot you Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first You tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp Like Damien, out for world domination Don't get me wrong, I don't represent 666 figures I'm just out to make figures Who holds the threshold, to be the best I crunch *** with my gold teeth like, vegetables Carniverous deliverance, *** one nemesis Like a ***, I *** your innocence Talkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up You turn *** on the mic when I roll up Coca-Cola, a fission like soda While you say butter, I'ma say Mazola Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear Thug *** what? Blowin up spots like a SCUD Win the G.. win the G.. WIN THE G.. RRRRAHHHH! [Verse Three: Bumpy Knuckles] Who's that New York *** left, that be nice like B.I. G.I., *** can't see I, see why? You new poppin ***, and you crew hoppin *** Step up in my face, and Bumpy be, 2Pa-cin *** If this *** up in yo' heart, I'ma find it If you think I'm talkin to you, then just rewind it I got six shots behind this, even with a vest on Ya yellin, because I aim for the melon I'm a felon, and I bet you never, been in a fight Kinda like you really, never said *** on this mic So if I diss a *** hustlin that makes me a displayer And if you buy my record twice, that makes you a two-payer/toupee-er And if your girl like Donna Karan, that makes her a DK-er And cause I hate your punk ***, that don't make you no playa Without this record business *** you *** is broke as *** Smokin weed smokin woolies while I smoke your luck And while your flow needs, medical aid I just appear on *** ***, and I still get paid Now where's my G ***? [Verse Four: O.C.] What ***'ll think they made of steel and wanna play brave? *** MC's will find theyself in the grave I make slaves of *** in ways never made Voice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade Intense the moment like sex when I'm bonin Iller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans I set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful Who dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you? I smite your *** quick fast like Flash runnin past your *** ***'ll end up with whiplash But for the moment, I'm zonin, any opponents I'ma cut it short right now, because this rap *** we own it [BK] Come up off that cash *** [applause]