Get It in Ohio

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Waddup Midwest?
 They forgot about the 4th coast, it ain't nuttin' though
 Waddup Arkansas, Minnesota, Kansas
 Kentucky, Missouri, everybody in the Lou'?
 Thinkin' 'bout Guy Fisher
 Never met him, but goddamn, that's my nigga
 I figure real estate, invested pie flipper
 Never snitch, me, I'm in a bathrobe, fly slippers
 Left Chicago with good money for five drops
 Westside, did the Southside like the White Sox
 Vampoo and Pulaski, K-town is contra
 They'll dearly depart ya in front of MacArthur's
 I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys
 Did the whole Ohio, but I started off a Buckeye
 Columbus to 'Natti, them towns I raped 'em
 Few clowns was hatin', moved my pounds to Dayton
 And in Akron, my niggas they would grow things
 Not King James, these were coke kings
 And he actin' grown, doggy, you ain't back at home
 The smack it's on, wrapped in chrome
 You better get a chaperone
 If you know like I know, you should lie low
 Killa, I used to get it in Ohio
 Don't forget the Chi yo, guns are like a pyro
 You keep playin', you will look like a gyro
 Go 'head and hate me hater 'cause I'm flyer than the Aviator
 Well, you'll get smacked with the radiator
 And I get catered player, wanna talk? Maybe later
 Told her, her time was up, '88 her, Flavor Flav'd her
 Need ya neck choked, rather your neck broke
 Ya dead broke, yet folks the jewels are like ayo
 And you'll get yoked up, switchblade poked up
 Bitch made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut
 Cowboy roped up, y'all boys sold what?
 You know what? The dope, crack and coke is in the coat tucked
 Roll up, hold up, family, this a hold up
 Get close up, soaked up, I'm KG, post up
 Hoe, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
 Family gettin' bread, well, he about to get his loaf cut
 Y'all stoked up, this game is sewed up
 Malcolm X, tell the white bitch, yo, I want my toes sucked
 If you know like I know, you should lie low
 Killa, I used to get it in Ohio
 Don't forget the Chi yo, guns are like a pyro
 You keep playin', you will look like a gyro
 I'd rather be judged by 12, than carried by 6
 My 12 12 well, they carried my bricks
 And them 12 12 fiends they're married to sniff
 And the V12, that's on various strips
 Y'all make a brotha laugh, me I took another bath
 Come into my habitat, hovercrafts, bubble baths
 Duffle bags stuffed with cash, fell in love with math
 I got the green Benz, red Range, mustard Jag
 White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce
 Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, Grey Goose
 Pull out the ratatat, duck, duck, say goose
 Badge Coupe, suede roofs, send him off to Jesus
 H-deuce, yeah, yeah, piss off the state troops
 See me, then they don't, I disappear, say poof
 Play Zeus, homeboy get a replaced tooth
 Not pot, mean dust when a nigga say juice
 If you know like I know, you should lie low
 Killa, I used to get it in Ohio
 Don't forget the Chi yo, guns are like a pyro
 You keep playin', you will look like a gyro
 You know what it is, nigga, Harlem
 140th and Lennox, you faggot niggaz suck a dick, fuck niggaz
 Everybody in the whole Midwest, Indiana, Nebraska
 Omaha, what's happenin'? Err'body in Denver, Iowa, Illinois
 Chi-Town, Ohio, you know what it is, I'll be home soon, killa
 Milwaukee, Wisconsin, waddup Leche?
 Yo Happy, I'ma drop another package off
 Duke on that Westside of Chicago
 Waddup everybody in Columbus?

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Duration
04:31
Key
11
Tempo
71 BPM

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