O.G. Stripes Chapter 3 by Thirstin Howl III Lyrics
[Thirstin Howl III]
Yo
Shout me out, nigga
O.G
Motherfucker
Every stripe I earn
I bled for it
Yo, shoutout my niggas on the west coast
[Verse 1: Thirstin Howl III {Anger Bangers}]
Foolin' Cherlyn helped me handle the chrome
Put hydraulics on the whip
Drippin' by Al Capone
MC Hammer's shiny suit was way before Puffy
Doug E. Fresh rock cess like Nuthin (Nothin', nothin')
D.O.C.'s still skill, even with the new voice
Dr. Dre ate lot of cake, for producin' them joints
Eazy-E in the sky, one day, I'm a come up there too
Real niggas in New York, really did respect you
In jail up state, my cousin mailed me a tape {"I rock rough and stuff" --> The Lady Of Rage}
It was The Lady Of Rage
MC Eiht said {"Yeah" --> MC Eiht}
Did St. Ides commercials
Bust his gun in the movie was the same mob in person
[?], spank beats, homey, throw me a couple
MC Oprah, same swing when I'm in any jungle
WC, Madd Circle, Coolio was still there
[?], prison top bunk, warpin' our ears
Boogaloo Shrimp, Shabba-Doo, pop lock
Battle move, moonwalk, latitude landin' soon
Rhyme Syndicate, Everlast, Big Quik
Golden moment, Team T, own wrist
Lowride, bad bitch, '64 Impala
Four fifth, extra clip, reload with palas
Spark the blunt, light the torch, JJ Fad, biker shorts
MC Ren, you're my nigga, definitely nice with yours
Young MC, Tone Loc, that's commercial success
These rappers of today wish they could do it like them
Nuff flavors, Chuck Taylors, Newport, puff Salems
Lowride, hoes high, forgot
What the fuck I gave 'em
[Female]
What up with you, nigga
You know it's now motherfuckin' time
I feel like Chronic and Chronic only
What's up with that shit
[Verse 2: Thirstin Howl III]
I battle emcees in my projects, had to prove they trash
I'm the tenth member Wu-Tang never knew they had
In jail, no bail, muscles ain't bigger than pride
Call me the New York of the Boo-Yah T.R.I.B.E
Kid Frost, B-Real, represent it, Latinos
Mellow Man Ace unite the blacks and the gringos
Humpty Hump, Digital, Underground, get around
All around the world, I could get her panties down {*woman moaning*}
Gun fires off course, bullets check your schedule
Above The Law
Fuck the court, you awoke the devil
Oye ese, let the tech spray, we are all hermanos {*gunshots*}
Quick, a clicka from the chica when you bought the bottle
Africa, Islam, Zulu Jungle Brother
Lynch Mob, guerrilla mist, O.V.'s love the gutter
O.G., open grave, no escape, let's go
Ready to sign to Death Row
And move to the west coast
Yo
Shout me out, nigga
O.G
Motherfucker
Every stripe I earn
I bled for it
Yo, shoutout my niggas on the west coast
[Verse 1: Thirstin Howl III {Anger Bangers}]
Foolin' Cherlyn helped me handle the chrome
Put hydraulics on the whip
Drippin' by Al Capone
MC Hammer's shiny suit was way before Puffy
Doug E. Fresh rock cess like Nuthin (Nothin', nothin')
D.O.C.'s still skill, even with the new voice
Dr. Dre ate lot of cake, for producin' them joints
Eazy-E in the sky, one day, I'm a come up there too
Real niggas in New York, really did respect you
In jail up state, my cousin mailed me a tape {"I rock rough and stuff" --> The Lady Of Rage}
It was The Lady Of Rage
MC Eiht said {"Yeah" --> MC Eiht}
Did St. Ides commercials
Bust his gun in the movie was the same mob in person
[?], spank beats, homey, throw me a couple
MC Oprah, same swing when I'm in any jungle
WC, Madd Circle, Coolio was still there
[?], prison top bunk, warpin' our ears
Boogaloo Shrimp, Shabba-Doo, pop lock
Battle move, moonwalk, latitude landin' soon
Rhyme Syndicate, Everlast, Big Quik
Golden moment, Team T, own wrist
Lowride, bad bitch, '64 Impala
Four fifth, extra clip, reload with palas
Spark the blunt, light the torch, JJ Fad, biker shorts
MC Ren, you're my nigga, definitely nice with yours
Young MC, Tone Loc, that's commercial success
These rappers of today wish they could do it like them
Nuff flavors, Chuck Taylors, Newport, puff Salems
Lowride, hoes high, forgot
What the fuck I gave 'em
[Female]
What up with you, nigga
You know it's now motherfuckin' time
I feel like Chronic and Chronic only
What's up with that shit
[Verse 2: Thirstin Howl III]
I battle emcees in my projects, had to prove they trash
I'm the tenth member Wu-Tang never knew they had
In jail, no bail, muscles ain't bigger than pride
Call me the New York of the Boo-Yah T.R.I.B.E
Kid Frost, B-Real, represent it, Latinos
Mellow Man Ace unite the blacks and the gringos
Humpty Hump, Digital, Underground, get around
All around the world, I could get her panties down {*woman moaning*}
Gun fires off course, bullets check your schedule
Above The Law
Fuck the court, you awoke the devil
Oye ese, let the tech spray, we are all hermanos {*gunshots*}
Quick, a clicka from the chica when you bought the bottle
Africa, Islam, Zulu Jungle Brother
Lynch Mob, guerrilla mist, O.V.'s love the gutter
O.G., open grave, no escape, let's go
Ready to sign to Death Row
And move to the west coast