Translation: O-town. My First, My Last.
sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names, for sure I'll call you bitch for short As a last resort and my first
First a nigga skool dem Den I roll da dice went I tell da folks shit I need dem n my life So now im pickin up my money Tuck my pistol n my pants bet
o Felix o Harry o Jumps o Ollie o Ryan o Will o Empire Horns o Highlights o
Ducking out my window double story from the ground from my hammock down my tree and into Melbourne town now first stop hit Kanelata to Tedesco land to
I learned Everything I know and when I got my turn I never came fake on a microphone I always let 'em know that the town is home I wasn't born in Oakland
won't last K M E L, y'all can kiss my ass That's why the town got rid 'o $hort That's why the town got rid 'o $hort It all started back when C and
's like that but y'all know what though Even though, throughout my whole entire career I always spoke my mind about what was goin' on With my folks and my
's my ropas, that's my nephew, That's my weeples, that's my nizzle Please believe me Go fa sheezy Off the hizzle Do ya thizzle Wit my niggas Rod and
swim I'm heavy on the case, I stay in first place Mud on my shoes, taste blood on my face Out of town, touchdown, never outta bounds I train for the
at the club, backstage at the show The best crib, the best clothes Hottest whips on the road, neck and wrists on froze Checks with O's o o o o oh's Straight
Me, Steve, and Little Ray Probably at first they tried to rob me Back me in the lobby, pull out the shotty Then came scotty, fragile body My first impression
a snow storm And all I had was my underwear on to keep my warm And to top the night off I had to break in my place Because my keys were on pants back
meet my doom But I sucker punched my coach and hauled to my dressing room The next day the headline in the town Fresh Prince breaks camp, Tyson wins first
Yo, yo, yo hit 'em Kris What mean the world to me? H I P H O P And S I M, O N E and G O D, I stay low key I go down to Hell, and slap up Satan Then
Shit's wrong, money gone, I blast Out of town, out of bounds, no pass Runnin up, talkin shit, get smashed Shoot first, ask questions last Fallin back
it's gotta be Last of a dying breed, last of a dying breed Last of a dying breed Some of da dudes we thought was real O.G's was O.D's 'Cause they talk