Oz.

Lyrics

[Intro] Oh, shit Oh, fuck, ditch the weed, ditch the weed (What?) It's the fucking cops, man, ditch the fucking weed Fuck (Smoke it), I got that fucking bag on me, man (What?) The ounce, dog, I got the fucking bag, dog (Tuck it somewhere) Where the fuck do I tuck it, my nuts? What the fuck? Chill, chill, here he comes, hold up What's up, officer? [Verse 1] Yeah, early mornin', cuttin' corners Rollin' up this marijuana Stole it straight from California, homie What do you got on it? My cup holder filled with Tropicana Couple grams of Aunt Jemima In my hand like candid camera Vibin' to that Country Grammar Pullin' up to Grandma's I smell bacon, eggs thats' scrambled Hoppin' out, then ol' boy ran up My dog grabbed the MC hammer, blammer, blammer Make him dance and watch him run up out they sandal But fuck all that, where's my sandwich? Let's blaze up and change the channels Look on TV and I see me With that Chief Wahoo on my beanie "Wild Boy" video on repeat Only white boy on BET EZ Widers, hydroponics, roll one tall as Spike Lee You ain't never seen a motherfucker do it like me, Kells [Chorus] Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top (Yeah, bitch) [Verse 2] Rollin' out, smokin' up Cleveland boys don't give a fuck 1800 fill my cup, bein' sober sucks I'ma spend a hundred bucks on a Oz Gotta call Big Chuck, he the OG And get a zone for the low 'cause I'm lil' bro Everybody on the Eastside know me Westside get it crackin' and the fact of the matter is Whether I'm standing on Denison Ave or I'm in the Valley I'm bringin' a Grammy back to the city, this is the anthem Have P. Diddy on St. Clair dancin', Kells Used to ride the RTA, $1.50 every meter Food wasn't guaranteed, I stole my meals out of Arabica Speakers blastin' my own shit Bow tie on the jet, on my grown shit Courtside at the game with the owner And sell the same arena out when I'm homesick Goddamn, I'm a fool, couple hundred diamonds in the tooth Couple hundred bitches in the pool And out of a couple hundred rappers, I am the truth That's why I get a couple hundred when I'm in the booth, still I keep that [Chorus] Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top (Look) [Bridge] I come straight from the bottom No hot water for showers Stole a jacket from Target Gotta go to court in two hours I'm at Dub's house on Way St.​ Swooped up Slim off of Harvard Drove down Dove to see Casie Let's take it back where we started When I had that [Chorus] Ounce in my pocket (Bitch), ducking the cops (5-0) Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top (Yeah, yeah) Ounce in my pocket (Hah), ducking the cops (One time) Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top (Plead)