Okey Dog

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Once upon a time there was a one man gang
 Who never ran from anyone or sold cocaine
 OGs in the city all knew his name
 So here's a little story about the gang that he claimed
 The hardest nigga I know, he from Okey Dog Crip
 When he get up out the pen better hope he don't trip
 Teriyaki or pastrami, he was always in some beef
 A legend to this day, they talk about him in the streets
 It's not a real hood, it's something that he made up
 To piss gang-bangers off cause he never gave a fuck
 He wore white Pro Wings, with pink and green strings
 And dare anybody on the shore to say a thing
 Seen him knock a lot of dudes out with one swing
 By his side he always kept the baddest bitch you ever seen
 Made his first million by the age of seventeen
 Running credit card scams, never touched a triple beam
 He was the king, everybody tried to trip on him
 They would get confused when he Okey Dog Crip on 'em
 Most of the time they would just start laughing
 But they all got knocked out quick just for asking...
 "Where you from, homie?
 Where you, where you from?" (whaaat?)"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all don't want none"
 "Where you from, homie?
 Where you, where you from?" (whoop)"Okey Dog Crip, and y'all don't want none"
 The hardest nigga I know, he from Okey Dog Crip
 Once knocked a nigga out, and he broke his own fist like this
 In L.A you get hit up every day
 The homie had to come up with something different to say
 He like "no matter what I say they gon' always want to fight
 I'd rather get in to it over something that I like
 And the one thing I love in this world above all
 Is the Teriyaki burger that they make at Okey Dog"
 All he needed was a cause that he could get behind
 He was always down to squad cause he won every time
 Ever since we was little he could fight very well
 Seen him whoop a grown man and we was only 12
 Kept to himself unless they bothered him first
 But like I was saying at the top of this verse
 He busted up his hand on a bitch nigga's head
 All because he walked up to my homeboy and said...
 The hardest nigga I know, he from Okey Dog Crip
 He pulled out a chopper, told me "focus in on this
 This can make a man brave, this could make a man a slave
 And once you pull it out ain't too many standing in your way
 Trigger in your hand, you gotta understand
 A lot of men use arms cause they ain't got hands
 The shooter is respected much less than the gladiator
 If you kill a nigga then his homies gon' get at you later
 You square up, win some, lose some
 I need to save the day like John Witherspoon, son"
 Homie's almost out after 8 to 10 years
 But I'mma say something that he might hate to hear
 Look, now that I'm a grown man
 30 something years and I'm out here tryna throw hands
 It's green light for me to blast a motherfucker
 So you better think twice before you ask a motherfucker...
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Duration
03:18
Key
7
Tempo
99 BPM

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