Ol’Otis
The Picasso of the Ghetto
I’m outta Cali by the end of the year
I walked up on her and was almost paralyzed
Her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrup
Eyes beaming like 4 karats a piece, just blindin' a nikka ...


All the skits in every album have me dying but they spitting nothing but facts. 
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Ice cold Angry Orchard on a warm night![]()

She didn’t know what was going onWhen she grabbed ol girl by the hair, that white girl in the back had to nerve to drop her jaw on some.
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man I just wanna get to a warm house. Tired of this shyt...


