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PERFORMING ARTISTS
OG YOGIE
OG YOGIE
Performer
Ronald Johnson
Ronald Johnson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronald Johnson
Ronald Johnson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Cut'n through the traffic I be splitting lanes Rolling with the club till I go insane I demand respect with these colors on man You aint down with us you can go your own way You aint bout that life nigga fall off I be ready to heat a nigga at all costs Fully dressed nigga I don't roll soft I'm a bring the torque all I hear is yo exhaust Zoom zoom zoom across the state line California cup holder on the road glide Never hit the next gear till I red line 110 all the way passing up one time I aint stopping till I see the gas meter low Blow a Blunt gas it up then it's time to go Gotta make to the spot to see my national You know that's protocol shit that's how the M c's role Blessing up my brotha call him ballvalve Sose the ghost man I'm loving the way you puttin' it down End the M c's in the world and the ones that's in my town Props to them Clubs that's helping the ones that need it now Step up to the line for the relay Aint gone be no photo finish or a replay You gone see me fly my colors on the freeway Buy myself or with my brothas rollin' freely Cut'n through the traffic I be splitting lanes Rolling with the club till I go insane I demand respect with these colors on man You aint down with us you can go your own way You aint bout that life nigga fall off I be ready to heat a nigga at all costs Fully dressed nigga I don't roll soft I'm a bring the torque all I hear is yo exhaust Bullshit I'm tired of these fake folks Talking bout they payed but they pockets stay broke The only thing she given you is some deep throat I see that shit around yo neck and even real gold Yogie what they call me when I hit the set You can find me by the drip cuzz the paint wet I got that fire up in my pocket for a safe trip And keep that pump up in my bag for a firm grip I'm a put her purse on my bike rack I'm a roll around the track and bring her right back Then roll up to the trap collect them 30 racks And help the homeless needy fuck some real facts Passing out some turkeys like a nino Brown I ain't trying ta floss just how a nigga pound And if you never knew it bet you know it now Las Vegas with the raiders where I live now Cut'n through the traffic I be splitting lanes Rolling with the club till I go insane I demand respect with these colors on man You aint down with us you can go your own way You aint bout that life nigga fall off I be ready to heat a nigga at all costs Fully dressed nigga I don't roll soft I'm a bring the torque all I hear is yo exhaust
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