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(feat. Pastor Troy, Bezelee, Naudi Shawty) [Pastor Troy] Ah Ha C'mon DSGB Ah Ha, Ah Ha, Ah Ha, Ah Ha, Ah Ha C'mon, Ah Ha Okay, Okay Ain't this a bitch, these niggaz try'n to capture The Pastor, don't they know who they after Disaster, swear it's comin' Please explain why these pussy muthafuckaz runnin' Like fuckin' sprinters, I'll eat you niggaz up for dinner Hungry for niggaz, thank the Lord for creatin' liquor Now I don' throwed away all the Alize and Hennesey Shit my chameleon went with God, see what I'm doin' While I'm chewin', y'all muthafuckaz [Chorus: Loko] Will your label pull a Ski Mask? (AH HA!!!) Will you label do a nigga ass? (AH HA!!!) Big Oomp Bitch, Big Oomp Bitch Big Oomp Bitch, Big Oomp Bitch [Pastor Troy] Okay, Okay SongtexteI'm from the ATL, The AUG been good to me That little zone I had own it, flip the quarter ki Now Sammy Sam, how the fuckin' police gon' pat me down Got picked up with Big Oomp and fuck it, here I am Me and Intoxicated, Bezelee on National chillin' But now I'm smokin' out wit Baby D, catchin' a killin' I got, major bank, what the fuck y'all think WE REPRESENT IT FOR GA!!! [Chorus: Loko] [Bezelee] You gimme 7-10 G's and I'mma crank this bitch Haudi Shawt, Bezeelee, Troy and Loko Lunatic Anyone see us comin', already see these niggaz runnin' These niggaz ain't said nuh'n, cuz we comin', we gunnin' 4-5 cross my hook and I'mma take these bustaz ATL, Himalayas, hookin' up wit' Augusta We official, ya muthafuckaz, we always rushin' Big Oom Bitch underground, we 'bout to cut it See Bezelee operatin' and got this bitch sellin' MC Assualt, DJ Mike and Fred got shit ready See niggaz say Bezelee, Pastor Troy get rowdy Better not let us get bout it, gon' let us get out it We got enough ammunition can't see these hoe niggaz All y'all niggaz and some more of y'all niggaz [Loko: x4] Oomp Camp (Big Oomp Bia...) [Chorus: Loko] [Loko] We got that hard, we got that real We like to mugg, pack that steal We like to keep 'em jumpin' Fuck nigga want somethin' Pull out the pump and leave danglin' Manglin', leave 'em stranglin' Fake thug, Oomp Camp is what it was A swarm of real niggaz, really don't give a fuck When it come to straight bangin', come to straight slangin' If Oomp said get 'em nigga you best start stangin' [Naudi Shawty] Now I'mma cock this thang back And make these muthafuckaz change they act Must don't know what kinda cats they dealin' wit', you better ask Ain't no matter, when it comes down to gats, I promise that Snatch you muthafuckin' life quick, sick with the strap Make 'em move or we gon' kill somethin' You still frontin', we gon' show up where you live dumpin' We bout that money and anything else, can't help, nigga fuck that You bust at me, I'm bustin' back, with a bigger gat [Chorus x2: Loko] Aus Songtexte Mania