Ali
C monooooooooooooooooooohnoyo
Just the northsoutheastwest coast and us
Heyuhit s Lee I m amazin original Asian
Lime blazin hatin ll get you nowherebut get me
Hotter than Cajunspontaneous combustion
My temperature s raisin nigga for days and days
Minutes I was just I been waitin
From a shineto reduce your regrimes
Dimes to raisinsyou talkin
Me? Naw naw player I m sparklin
Straight up parkin hoppin out with a Eagle barkin
Pop pop Moneymy car chop chop
Hot spot for the jewelsman I m keepin the Glock
You might get poppedI 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 knowI 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 reallet 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 reallet me hear you say
Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o
Just the northsoutheastwest coast and us

Ali
I need a trillion dollars for every breath I take
For heaven s sakejust to keep righteous food on my plate
And I m gon get itwhether it be rap-rockin if not
It s back to crack-poppin out the back of the barbershop
No holds barredback streets to boulevards
Gain waythrowin house parties in the PJ s
Cars square villagelove joy lane
Buddha 88 man it s still the same
I can t complainI know niggas that lost they brain
Got they chest removedstraight vestibules
Don t test a foolwho ain t got shit to lose
That ain t coolnow he gotta rep off of you
That s why I stay to myselfstay alive and teach
Puff that oohwee and keep the snub-nose in reach
I ain t a thugso 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 weightabsolutely splurgin way
Okay firstmy team a hundred deep at least
Respected highly on the street
Cause we don t start no beefin the club
Murphy suedehuman grenade
And some handmadehide the haze
Behind the Cartier Rolls tinted
E er word I speak I m in it
Hip hop; we in itfrom 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 clowntoo much Crown with no juice
Icy noosebluey 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 northsoutheastwest coast and us

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