Gold jackets on the champagne
Toastin to our royalness
A half pound of purp/
Gettin pressed for da oil sticks
They smokin mid
And really be enjoyin it
But even in my brokest times I always tried avoidin it
Yeah
They call me medicine man
I smoke a whole lotta ganja
For the pressures at hand
And I'm always on the hunt for the best in the land
So I slide like a nigga tryna exit a van
On the solo
But still gotta connect with the fam
I do a lot but not more than we collectively can
The circle is small
I feel that should be said in advance
When it was time to face the music
Few was ready to dance
I remember really tryna take them steps to expand
It was crazy
Broke niggas with a set of demands
Now I'm beyond giving these Klingons even less of a chance
Kuz niggas love to stick anything except for the plan
I'm like
Ooo Wee
You and me
Headed straight to the top
Right where we should be
Truly
This here ain't gon stop
Why would we
How could we
Now that we got our spot, I'm like
Excuse me
I'mma do me
Til we pullin off the lot
How a man in my position
Fold in front the opposition
I'm sittin down to eat
Blue cheese with the chicken
I got my weight up
Haters would love to me see me slippin
But I'll send a nigga swangin
Man I stay in mint condition
And made the big decision to ever play the victim
If its smoke
It's nasty like the flavor of a Winston
I learned long ago
Anger takes away from wisdom
I look past a nigga like I really ain't listenin
Yeah
This where the stakes get better
We was eatin off the block
Gettin sharp aged cheddar
Part ways never
I'll be here when you get out
I got a new career
And you should hear what I spit out
I put a few songs on the chip I'm bout to ship out
It took awhile but the game is something that I get now
When you listen in yo bunk
I hope you really feel the funk
And when it drops
Just know we got some dreams we finna live out
And
Ooo Wee
You and me
Headed straight to the top
Right where we should be
Truly
This here ain't gon stop
Why would we
How could we
Now that we got our spot, I'm like
Excuse me
I'mma do me
Til we pullin off the lot
Jon Black - OoWee Lyrics
Jon Black - OoWee Lyrics
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Gold jackets on the champagne
Toastin to our royalness
A half pound of purp/
Gettin pressed for da oil sticks
They smokin mid
And really be enjoyin it
But even in my brokest times I always tried avoidin it
Yeah
They call me medicine man
I smoke a whole lotta ganja
For the pressures at hand
And I'm always on the hunt for the best in the land
So I slide like a nigga tryna exit a van
On the solo
But still gotta connect with the fam
I do a lot but not more than we collectively can
The circle is small
I feel that should be said in advance
When it was time to face the music
Few was ready to dance
I remember really tryna take them steps to expand
It was crazy
Broke niggas with a set of demands
Now I'm beyond giving these Klingons even less of a chance
Kuz niggas love to stick anything except for the plan
I'm like
Ooo Wee
You and me
Headed straight to the top
Right where we should be
Truly
This here ain't gon stop
Why would we
How could we
Now that we got our spot, I'm like
Excuse me
I'mma do me
Til we pullin off the lot
How a man in my position
Fold in front the opposition
I'm sittin down to eat
Blue cheese with the chicken
I got my weight up
Haters would love to me see me slippin
But I'll send a nigga swangin
Man I stay in mint condition
And made the big decision to ever play the victim
If its smoke
It's nasty like the flavor of a Winston
I learned long ago
Anger takes away from wisdom
I look past a nigga like I really ain't listenin
Yeah
This where the stakes get better
We was eatin off the block
Gettin sharp aged cheddar
Part ways never
I'll be here when you get out
I got a new career
And you should hear what I spit out
I put a few songs on the chip I'm bout to ship out
It took awhile but the game is something that I get now
When you listen in yo bunk
I hope you really feel the funk
And when it drops
Just know we got some dreams we finna live out
And
Ooo Wee
You and me
Headed straight to the top
Right where we should be
Truly
This here ain't gon stop
Why would we
How could we
Now that we got our spot, I'm like
Excuse me
I'mma do me
Til we pullin off the lot
Toastin to our royalness
A half pound of purp/
Gettin pressed for da oil sticks
They smokin mid
And really be enjoyin it
But even in my brokest times I always tried avoidin it
Yeah
They call me medicine man
I smoke a whole lotta ganja
For the pressures at hand
And I'm always on the hunt for the best in the land
So I slide like a nigga tryna exit a van
On the solo
But still gotta connect with the fam
I do a lot but not more than we collectively can
The circle is small
I feel that should be said in advance
When it was time to face the music
Few was ready to dance
I remember really tryna take them steps to expand
It was crazy
Broke niggas with a set of demands
Now I'm beyond giving these Klingons even less of a chance
Kuz niggas love to stick anything except for the plan
I'm like
Ooo Wee
You and me
Headed straight to the top
Right where we should be
Truly
This here ain't gon stop
Why would we
How could we
Now that we got our spot, I'm like
Excuse me
I'mma do me
Til we pullin off the lot
How a man in my position
Fold in front the opposition
I'm sittin down to eat
Blue cheese with the chicken
I got my weight up
Haters would love to me see me slippin
But I'll send a nigga swangin
Man I stay in mint condition
And made the big decision to ever play the victim
If its smoke
It's nasty like the flavor of a Winston
I learned long ago
Anger takes away from wisdom
I look past a nigga like I really ain't listenin
Yeah
This where the stakes get better
We was eatin off the block
Gettin sharp aged cheddar
Part ways never
I'll be here when you get out
I got a new career
And you should hear what I spit out
I put a few songs on the chip I'm bout to ship out
It took awhile but the game is something that I get now
When you listen in yo bunk
I hope you really feel the funk
And when it drops
Just know we got some dreams we finna live out
And
Ooo Wee
You and me
Headed straight to the top
Right where we should be
Truly
This here ain't gon stop
Why would we
How could we
Now that we got our spot, I'm like
Excuse me
I'mma do me
Til we pullin off the lot
Writer: Jonathan Black
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