Listen to Oj (feat. Mýles, Marcíto, Timmy Torch, Deezy & Uraelb) by CB5

Oj (feat. Mýles, Marcíto, Timmy Torch, Deezy & Uraelb)

CB5

Hip-Hop/Rap

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CB5
CB5
Performer
Mýles
Mýles
Performer
Uraelb
Uraelb
Performer
Christian Brodnax
Christian Brodnax
Performer
Bobby Nimoy
Bobby Nimoy
Performer
Marc Quezada
Marc Quezada
Performer
Babatunde Awe
Babatunde Awe
Performer
Wendell O'Brien
Wendell O'Brien
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mýles
Mýles
Songwriter
Christian Brodnax
Christian Brodnax
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bobby Nimoy
Bobby Nimoy
Producer
Dariush Apfelthaler
Dariush Apfelthaler
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Uh uh it is too cold and too early for us to be out here running This shit ghetto as hell I fuckin hate this stupid ass school I ain't even bring no PE shoes Mr. Teacher Yeah ay Skrrrr Vroom vroom Uh yeah Yeah Top of the morning I'm chilling out here in Paris Took so many days off school that they call me Ferris Bueller You screwed up Cause I might be boo'ed up But I'll pick the tool up I'm talking about pens pencils and rulers Drippin in water like the na-a-a-avy Drowning in dubs come and sa-a-a-ave me So watch your backs if you pla-a-a-ay me Cause all my homies got the juice got the juice got the juice Drippin in water like the na-a-a-avy Drowning in dubs come and sa-a-a-ave me So watch your backs if you pla-a-a-ay me Cause all my homies got the juice got the juice got the juice Lobbin me the mic like it's an alley oop I talked to god said I was building so he handed me the tools I just needed to reset and get back in it nothing new Had to manifest some rest cause I'm not with the patient moves Gotta work and pay my dues I'm the king I cannot lose Want smoke I got the fumes Mumblin dead stay in your tomb Cross the line put you to snooze I'm in your head don't blow a fuse I'm comin thru what you gon do I'm comin thru what you gon do Yeah yeah I was lost now I'm found back up in like I'm supposed to I don't play around shawty back it up like a post move Took a couple days for me to fix up all the lose screws My new mental focus gonna take some gettin used to Ridin on my wave like I was carvin up the ocean Think ya gettin to me sorry never really noticed I was busy kickin back and mixin up some potions Squad is always ready when we ride it's a commotion We got the sauce we got the juice but we not blendin' in Take a hit get a sip put the henny in Mixing in we ain't mixin up flipping cups That's just party stuff yeah im drownin in the dubs But I don't need these peeps to help me up Like I'm okay Got some hunnids in the tub Rappin' like chipotle Ya'll are so late Rappin cray cray I'm super crazay Ya'll are hatin' on my shot but I'll make you watch the replay He say she say I'm tired of all the debates I used to feature for free but my prices had to inflate I'm Luke cage Hit you in the head and knock your membrane I'm ingrained Sticking to my roots I'm Kunta Kinte Drippin in water like the na-a-a-avy Drowning in dubs come and sa-a-a-ave me So watch your backs if you pla-a-a-ay me Cause all my homies got the juice got the juice got the juice Drippin in water like the na-a-a-avy Drowning in dubs come and sa-a-a-ave me So watch your backs if you pla-a-a-ay me Cause all my homies got the juice got the juice got the juice See for the longest I been biting on my tongue Sheesh I got a couple tricks up my sleeve I just pull them out for fun Sheesh They love to talk about me but I ain't the one I put the hoodie Melo on and sneak up on you like a nun See the fakes style out like when the bounce rolls The sweet I'm speakin' you'll get tomorrow Then leak and tweet this and bow like wow goes I need a size seventeen Be-nard I'm on go Yeah yeah They told me hop on the beat I'm just like OK Ay Pulling up my sleeves I put the gloves on like I'm OJ Murdering this beat I left the blood stains on the old J's Not the J's not the buddas This Pacer Test ain't nothing Reggie Miller choking Spike Lee I can't take my time I'm too greedy Yeah My folks back home right now man they need me Yeah yeah I'm pulling out the cats on you call me tweety RTR the gang This Merry Melodies that I'm dropping got you dreaming I got the juice like Orenthal James Like Pootie Tang sipping tang Or Nino Brown Who whip that cane Or Dr. Strange What's your end game If it's bout fame We not the same Yo juice real plain Concentrate I go insane Just peep my slang These bars Cobain That mean they bang Can't be soft That's too low mein Don't feel my shit Then it's chow mein I'm fire god Call Me Liu Kang Punch vicious Crazy how I kick shit They wishin I go light on em Like mixedish When I spin off they hope I dismount And stop flippin With rap I'm a gymnast The goat yes I been this It's just so ridiculous Sending shots at a marksman Who keep a full clip in Man why y'all pretending Like y'all ready for a malice in my palace Y'all won't even throw shade I'm just sippin' juice up in a Chalice Drippin in water like the na-a-a-avy Drowning in dubs come and sa-a-a-ave me So watch your backs if you pla-a-a-ay me Cause all my homies got the juice got the juice got the juice Drippin in water like the na-a-a-avy Drowning in dubs come and sa-a-a-ave me So watch your backs if you pla-a-a-ay me Cause all my homies got the juice got the juice got the juice
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