Originoo Gunn Clapazz - Flappin' Lyrics

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Intro:

Oh oh (oh) pass that spliff bwoy.

Starange wondah:

Yes yeas y'all o.c.c. be double o be the best y'all

E-swift be always representing for the west y'all

Let me feel up shortie with wide breast y'all

It ain't no test y'all. come on break it down take it there

We take it there we about to take it up.

Top dawg:

I'm pulling the evidence form all y'all fakin' ass residents

Who claim that y'all community clam and come from heaven send

You best to get out of my face with all that yappin'

I told you aboout that flappin' about shit that can happen

I'm askin' you to gwan head with the boot

The y'all weeds good but the green weed no good

Starange:

Mad niggas wanted so i'm glad y'all could make it

Starange freakin' with the flow even with my hair braided

Yo i hate it when fake mc's make believe

To be the bomb on the mic and get over with mad g

Now fab 5 is like a household name

On thee attack that was lead by starange

You know me chillin' with number 2 and the o.g.

Hoes be on me like that glow on obe won konobi

Can't you see that wehn the storms on the shelf

We totally crush lp's (we don't need no one else)

So ask who can you rn to bus you won't escape

From no one starange the shogun you hate

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(caboy boy caboy boy) o.g.c. we build or destroy

Come again (caboy boy caboy boy) o.g.c. we either build or destroy

Louieville:

Do he dare think he will survive

Goin' against ville stluggah number 2 from fab 5

Originoo gunn clappa yeah batter originoo gunn stasher

Tory if you didn't know end of story

Part like land make way cause here come louie

Quiet riot gets rid of the fools quickly

See it's thee 3 dimensional beams guns apon ya

Storm watch watch clock if not yous a gonner

I'd ratehr be meeting niggas in time and square

Cause what is rare and gettin' extinct is niggas with shit to share

I see his face i see his feet

I see the gun and bwoy you are gon dead

With 2 beer gun shots to him head

Leave the war behind you painted tin red

Thee o.g. with smoke spliff to him dead

It's your choice you best not forget it

You better listen to the words i just said

Cause me serious armaggedion afight

And we be prepared and aware and on sight for the enemy

(where you gonna run to? )

Too much flappin' pon streets need green

Take it back to beat down a dope fiend

Starange:

Son i know what you mean cause shorties sill say that

I know that ain't jack high off 8 black

Louieville:

Tough guy they lie they see moms in the precinct

Starange:

Sayin' where could he be cause i haven't seen him recent

-ly the mc from o.g.c. mr. period s-t-r-a-n-to the g

Got y'all niggas scarred y'all ain't prepared

For the business what's this?

Louieville:

Dismiss these niggas with the quickness

Starange:

Get your shortie wop cause i heard she had the thickness

Louieville:

Shifted trapped a flapper like john

Crossing g.c.'s you fools are dead wrong

So long boy voyage ghost be gone

Those ? can't hand you up apon this channel

Hook

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