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Oops, upside of ya head I said oops, upside of ya head Boots to the side of ya dreads Timb boots to the side of ya dreads Oops, upside of ya head I said oops, upside of ya head Boots to the side of ya dreads Timb boots to the side of ya dreads Wooptie, you don't like me nigga shoot me Doin’ donuts while wifey screamin’ inside the hooptie Hop yo pretty ass out this whip, go cop a loosie Riker’s Island bus the bloods tried to recruit me Walk down Mermaid Ave they all salute me You the type to go on tour and wife a groupie Fuck KFC my two piece absolutely Will knock yo ass outta the screen nigga like “Hooooptie!” Wake up little oozie Wake up (bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bang!) No vert though Leavin’ em’ merked though Hip hop died Gorilla rose from the dirt though Niggas out here rappin’ in skirts bro (fuckin ridiculous) I will fuck you up Out here fuckin bitches with the mushroom cut When you see me all you hear is “buck, buck, buck, buck!” Songtexte Oops, upside of ya head I said oops, upside of ya head Boots to the side of ya dreads Timb boots to the side of ya dreads Oops, upside of ya head I said oops, upside of ya head Boots to the side of ya dreads Timb boots to the side of ya dreads Fuck all the glamour and glitz I plan to get rich I’m from Brooklyn but was never a fan of the Nets Middle finger up, hand on my dick You can catch me in Quebec speakin’ French on the Canada strip You pussy, ya man is a bitch Shoot sideways, damage my wrist Keep squeezing til’ the hammer go click Lettin off outta the van Miss you, paralyzing ya man, Fuck Ya Lyfe though You ain’t hear rappin’ this nice in ya life though I’m lightin’ up the streets like I’m dancing with Michael Side note: You rappers on the gram sellin’ verses like you workin’ for Geico I’m from the jungle where we dine off creatures Tryna see a mill, can’t survive off features On the road to riches we holla at the bitches And run around like we K-9's off leashes Oops, upside of ya head I said oops, upside of ya head Boots to the side of ya dreads Timb boots to the side of ya dreads Oops, upside of ya head I said oops, upside of ya head Shoot till all these rappers dead Yo deadass B, I’m a deadass G Timbs and FYL Brand gettin’ deadass flee You out here sellin’ reggies with them dead ass trees Runnin’ outta gas in your deadass V Up to Brownsville on this deadass Newport Coney Island, Brooklyn I’m so deadass New York Four years on the run, deadass serious I ain’t doin’ another sentence, deadass period Wake up little oozie Wake up Wake up little oozie Wake up Wake up little oozie Wake up Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh Fuck Yo Lyfe Aus Songtexte Mania