OKC $ WKS ANTHEM-(I DO IT) (feat. Mr Joka) [Remastered]

This is the legion Have you ever seen a groove nigga pimp G Have you ever seen a pimp with a sag and a rag Run up in another cat's pad with a mask When I'm doing bad, make them put the money in the bag Have you ever seen a ho get smacked on the track When she talking back, or try to hide money in her cat Or seen a leaking pimp, or simp get dealt with Trying to get back on the wrong flats I'm a nigga that'll work your hoe Tougher than a maintenance man buffing corporation corridors I'm a nigga that'll dick your bitch and have her get your grip And get back, cause she want more I'm the shoulder she leaned on I'm the one that took her in when she needed a friend and a home Is it wrong to pimp a mack, I play hoe for scratch Every dog need a Beezone Lil' mama take care of me You can rest assured, Chachirelli really take care of you I can be your provider, soul mate, confider mental health counselor and Doc too Be bout me and I'm about you Feed me and I'ma feed you Please me and I'ma please you But it's purse before skirts and cheddar before pleasure Rules that I vow to, baby how bout you I got this shit, don't even trip, I'ma get them They can't f*ck with the 6'3 slim figure I got this shit, clowning you vets and beginners They can't touch this, cause I'm a bona fide winner I do it for the OK I do it for the DUB K I got this shit, don't even trip, I'ma get them They can't f*ck with the 6'3 slim figure I got this shit, clowning you vets and beginners They can't touch this, cause I'm a bona fide winner I do it for the OK I do it for the DUB K Pimp I'm up in the spot, with about a quarter pound of trees Got a few fine chicks two waying me They wanna come, can K-I- double- C-I-T They be lovin' how Chachellino pop p's So I get the flip and call my player partner, G Tell him, swing by, hit the liq, grab some drink Got a few breezies, wanna do the kink Manaja twa's in effect, homie what you think Hold on homie, somebody's outside the ride's a little too fly for these type of guys Something's going down, I can see it in their eyes Matter of fact, the car looks like a G-Ride gangster I, think you oughta swing by Cause I might be these cats' craved appetite If that's the case, then it's gonna be a homicide Either them or possibly me, my demise they're, out they empty ride and coming up to the doe Looking hella suspicious, boy for sho And I'm getting paranoid, crip cause I know I think the bitches set me up and they want my dough So here we go, reach for the 4-0 Cause when the knob squeak, or they kick on the doe I'm a squeeze and blast like Joe DiMaggio I only got two clips though, hurry bro, I gotta go This shit is phony, little bitches, they done set up the homie Like I'm a stranger to the hood, they know me Now they know I'm about to leave them holey The war's going down, when I dip through, creeping in the G-Ride slowly Hit the gas on the cut, burn the pavement up They eyes on me, I'm bout to f*ck them up Plot on these punks while I'm killing this blunt They must be kind to Knievel to go and try to pull that dumb ass stunt I'm hoping Mr. Loc is cool He got his 40 and two clips to stall them fools They fucking with a gangsta dude They'll know when they kick the door and Mr. Loc stank some fools I'm down the block from his spot I got a nike to the pedal with a Mac and a Glock Off locc and been coc'd, I prohecy they heart been stopped like an old clock that shot Nomo ticc tocc I pull up slow I see the door is open, I move with precaution plus the neighbors is scoping It's quiet man, I'm wishing and hoping That my nigga got up out of that shit Finna be a lot of casket closing Finna be a lot of whimpering and color roses When I find who tried to fold my Soldier got a call, it was Chach Locsta, Said he had to smoke her shake the spot, CRIP and watch the rollers CHYEAH! Thanks for watching