(Intro)
Yo ass is my oh no no no I ain’t mean it like that cj help me out here

(Verse 1)
Hey man it’s og loc homie og loc
Man what you think how was it
I gotta kill some cholo motherfucka man he was dissing me motherfucka done stole my rhymes
He’s in east Flores a give me a strap
Freedy I’ve come for you you motherfucka
Ignore him cj I don’t know what he talking about
AYO give me back my rhymes you thief I’m gangsta
Aye aye motherfucka’s making a run for it
You ain’t run off again ya well fuck this gig man
I’m putting together a listing party for my album
But first I need a sound system
What you mean who guaranteed I start playing everybody would come through
That’s me that’s me homie og loc baby
That’s what I’m talking about love for yo homies
Now check it I caught me a real fly sound system cruzin through

(Verse 2)
Ah ah ah ah
Hey hey hey, it's OG Loc, homie
And I'm gonna kick it a little something like this...
Hey yo, when I come through up in the place
You don't want me to call with a gun in your face
I feel it harder, than anybody in the world could do
Just like a
Yo! that shit sucks! Damn!
Damn, my shit was whack!
Aye cj my shit so tight right now it’s about to bust
Happy man hell nah I can’t take this shit much longer man I’ma artist I rapping from the inside
Man I can’t get a deal for nothing
Motherfuckas Always wanna keep a n***a down
And something else Madd dogs manager putting on me real heavy man he could kill my style for real
That fools drunk man you gotta take him out
He gon black ball me man I can’t be in the game no way I told u I’m an artist and communicator
And no one can even hear my message