Let's get into it bitch
Ay, this new whip came with the bitches
I really don't need I got plenty of them
And I roll with my doggs i'm cripping
Don't be hitting my phone got the wrong number
We be rolling with a pound on a mission
Got my head in the clouds
I shine bright yo my light never missing
Especially when i'm downtown, they all come around
Open up your ears did you listen
Oscar IV, in the place to be
Bringing you the funk and the rhythm
Everybody off they feet from RI to Cali
Ain't forget about my homies overseas
From K-town to Kenya all love, you my family
And shout-out my Columbiana
Make me want to drop it all, pack a bag let me holla
Do a face-to-face, I be sick of seeing monitors
Looking at my dough, i'm too young to be a father so
I'll sit it back, play it cool
Wonder just what I can do to be the fly on the wall in your dressing room
How many Henny bottles did we consume last night
Had me tempted from all of your perfume
You got a soft spot for my nonsense
So imma hit it quick, another, topic
Ay, this new whip came with the bitches
I really don't need I got plenty of them
And I roll with my doggs i'm cripping
Don't be hitting my phone got the wrong number
We be rolling with a pound on a mission
Got my head in the clouds
I shine bright yo my light never missing
Especially when i'm downtown, they all come around
Everybody gather round when they hear that the boy that really ain't speak much
Bring a new sound, for you to play it out your speakers
Hotbox in the '05 Honda
Bumping sounds from the underground, wait
Need to clock in, in like 2 can't be late
Boss see me walking in I ain't get a break
Dock my shit and i'll be still getting paid
Why you think I keep the 9 on me going cray
Big flex, diamonds on your neck
They looking kinda heavy let me hold 'em for a sec
2 shots, vision blurry like a flashback
Bitch it's the Slum Lord, you can tell the devil that
Get his lettuce, break it down and assemble that
In a cone, one hitter or a piece
Either way we keeping the peace
And you better give me that salute
All's well when I big chief with my doggs
As long as my cup full
And my j don't canoe, we'll be good
Smoke one for me too
It's Oscar, yea
Oscar IV - With My Doggs Lyrics
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Let's get into it bitch
Ay, this new whip came with the bitches
I really don't need I got plenty of them
And I roll with my doggs i'm cripping
Don't be hitting my phone got the wrong number
We be rolling with a pound on a mission
Got my head in the clouds
I shine bright yo my light never missing
Especially when i'm downtown, they all come around
Open up your ears did you listen
Oscar IV, in the place to be
Bringing you the funk and the rhythm
Everybody off they feet from RI to Cali
Ain't forget about my homies overseas
From K-town to Kenya all love, you my family
And shout-out my Columbiana
Make me want to drop it all, pack a bag let me holla
Do a face-to-face, I be sick of seeing monitors
Looking at my dough, i'm too young to be a father so
I'll sit it back, play it cool
Wonder just what I can do to be the fly on the wall in your dressing room
How many Henny bottles did we consume last night
Had me tempted from all of your perfume
You got a soft spot for my nonsense
So imma hit it quick, another, topic
Ay, this new whip came with the bitches
I really don't need I got plenty of them
And I roll with my doggs i'm cripping
Don't be hitting my phone got the wrong number
We be rolling with a pound on a mission
Got my head in the clouds
I shine bright yo my light never missing
Especially when i'm downtown, they all come around
Everybody gather round when they hear that the boy that really ain't speak much
Bring a new sound, for you to play it out your speakers
Hotbox in the '05 Honda
Bumping sounds from the underground, wait
Need to clock in, in like 2 can't be late
Boss see me walking in I ain't get a break
Dock my shit and i'll be still getting paid
Why you think I keep the 9 on me going cray
Big flex, diamonds on your neck
They looking kinda heavy let me hold 'em for a sec
2 shots, vision blurry like a flashback
Bitch it's the Slum Lord, you can tell the devil that
Get his lettuce, break it down and assemble that
In a cone, one hitter or a piece
Either way we keeping the peace
And you better give me that salute
All's well when I big chief with my doggs
As long as my cup full
And my j don't canoe, we'll be good
Smoke one for me too
It's Oscar, yea
Ay, this new whip came with the bitches
I really don't need I got plenty of them
And I roll with my doggs i'm cripping
Don't be hitting my phone got the wrong number
We be rolling with a pound on a mission
Got my head in the clouds
I shine bright yo my light never missing
Especially when i'm downtown, they all come around
Open up your ears did you listen
Oscar IV, in the place to be
Bringing you the funk and the rhythm
Everybody off they feet from RI to Cali
Ain't forget about my homies overseas
From K-town to Kenya all love, you my family
And shout-out my Columbiana
Make me want to drop it all, pack a bag let me holla
Do a face-to-face, I be sick of seeing monitors
Looking at my dough, i'm too young to be a father so
I'll sit it back, play it cool
Wonder just what I can do to be the fly on the wall in your dressing room
How many Henny bottles did we consume last night
Had me tempted from all of your perfume
You got a soft spot for my nonsense
So imma hit it quick, another, topic
Ay, this new whip came with the bitches
I really don't need I got plenty of them
And I roll with my doggs i'm cripping
Don't be hitting my phone got the wrong number
We be rolling with a pound on a mission
Got my head in the clouds
I shine bright yo my light never missing
Especially when i'm downtown, they all come around
Everybody gather round when they hear that the boy that really ain't speak much
Bring a new sound, for you to play it out your speakers
Hotbox in the '05 Honda
Bumping sounds from the underground, wait
Need to clock in, in like 2 can't be late
Boss see me walking in I ain't get a break
Dock my shit and i'll be still getting paid
Why you think I keep the 9 on me going cray
Big flex, diamonds on your neck
They looking kinda heavy let me hold 'em for a sec
2 shots, vision blurry like a flashback
Bitch it's the Slum Lord, you can tell the devil that
Get his lettuce, break it down and assemble that
In a cone, one hitter or a piece
Either way we keeping the peace
And you better give me that salute
All's well when I big chief with my doggs
As long as my cup full
And my j don't canoe, we'll be good
Smoke one for me too
It's Oscar, yea
Writer: Raymond White
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