The Ox (805)

Lyrics

[Sample Intro] (Hahaha) "'Cause you know, musicians, tend to–they get a big head, you know... They think that they're the only... The only musicians that are saying something And the show continues, ladies and gentlemen Bad, 'cause we not gon' tell you no lie..." "Now, we have the one and only, Madlib, y'all! Make noise!" [Intro: MED] Yes! Peace to the worlds, you know But I gotta hold mines down, uh, check it out If a nigga didn't know, I represent the Ox everywhere I go now [Verse 1: MED] Uh – nigga, I'm from the O.  Where X mark the spot, in they block We are D-boy, Californ' warriors raised in a territorial conflict Pen script the Ox editorial Close friends memorial (Damn...) Story goes – Out-of-towners is doubters, 'til they hit Killa Row B-boys from athletes Trippin', went from Beat Street to Don't Be A Menace in 10 weeks Friends speak nonchalantly, thief think cocky Weed look broccoli, freaks peek, watch me Nigga, don't sleep on me (Uh-oh) I got get-back like round trips and coffee skinned chicks that chop rocky Stop the chrome, man, ain't the hardest land 'Cause bitch niggas scram when the shit hits fam Both hands holding it down Yell proud, "O-X" in the Audi Hardly fuckin' around – we get busy [Chorus: M.E.D.] If a nigga didn't know, I represent the Ox everywhere I go now (Yeah!) It's ya boy, M-4, who represents the Ox everywhere I go now [Post-Chorus: M.E.D.] (The Ox) The-the-the Ox (What?) The Ox, the-the-the Ox (Yeah!) The Ox, the-the-the Ox (Raise it up) The Ox, the [Verse 2: Poke] It smell like shit at night My people do a whole lot of shit at night Goonin' a woolly where the Westside bullies Stroll all along your boys with the fully Up to the North, where Ray's used to be next to Circle K Right behind the 10-O-1, where the gangs bang truthfully The esés and the brothers slang, usually Same way it is now, the way that it used to be Dogs put in work for the turf Whether they knew about Smurf Black rag, or Cowboy shirts, it's all O to the X If you talk slick, quick to get a hole in your chest It's easy to be mistaken for hating So be careful of the statements you're making Ears is listening, eyes is watching But I rep 'til to the coffin, start to drop it, get it poppin' [Chorus: Poke] If a nigga didn't know, I represents the Ox everywhere I go It's ya playa partner, Poke, who represents the Ox everywhere I go (Get 'em... get 'em... get 'em...)