[Sample Intro]
(Hahaha)
"'Cause you know, musicians, tend to–they get a big head, you know...
They think that they’re the only...
The only musicians that are saying something
And the show continues, ladies and gentlemen
Bad, 'cause we not gon' tell you no lie..."
"Now, we have the one and only, Madlib, y’all! Make noise!"
[Intro: MED]
Yes!
Peace to the worlds, you know
But I gotta hold mines down, uh, check it out
If a nigga didn’t know, I represent the Ox everywhere I go now
[Verse 1: MED]
Uh – nigga, I’m from the O.
Where X mark the spot, in they block
We are D-boy, Californ' warriors raised in a territorial conflict
Pen script the Ox editorial
Close friends memorial (Damn...)
Story goes –
Out-of-towners is doubters, 'til they hit Killa Row
B-boys from athletes
Trippin', went from Beat Street to Don’t Be A Menace in 10 weeks
Friends speak nonchalantly, thief think cocky
Weed look broccoli, freaks peek, watch me
Nigga, don’t sleep on me (Uh-oh)
I got get-back like round trips and coffee skinned chicks that chop rocky
Stop the chrome, man, ain’t the hardest land
'Cause bitch niggas scram when the shit hits fam
Both hands holding it down
Yell proud, “O-X" in the Audi
Hardly fuckin' around – we get busy
[Chorus: M.E.D.]
If a nigga didn’t know, I represent the Ox everywhere I go now
(Yeah!) It’s ya boy, M-4, who represents the Ox everywhere I go now
[Post-Chorus: M.E.D.]
(The Ox) The-the-the Ox
(What?) The Ox, the-the-the Ox (Yeah!)
The Ox, the-the-the Ox
(Raise it up) The Ox, the
[Verse 2: Poke]
It smell like shit at night
My people do a whole lot of shit at night
Goonin' a woolly where the Westside bullies
Stroll all along your boys with the fully
Up to the North, where Ray’s used to be next to Circle K
Right behind the 10-O-1, where the gangs bang truthfully
The esés and the brothers slang, usually
Same way it is now, the way that it used to be
Dogs put in work for the turf
Whether they knew about Smurf
Black rag, or Cowboy shirts, it’s all O to the X
If you talk slick, quick to get a hole in your chest
It’s easy to be mistaken for hating
So be careful of the statements you’re making
Ears is listening, eyes is watching
But I rep 'til to the coffin, start to drop it, get it poppin’
[Chorus: Poke]
If a nigga didn’t know, I represents the Ox everywhere I go
It’s ya playa partner, Poke, who represents the Ox everywhere I go
(Get ‘em... get 'em... get 'em...)
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