Oww Oww Oww Lyrics

Up North, Gain Greene

Mali G, Biggavel' (We back at it baby)

Lemme spit my New York shit for a minute

Holla at ya boy, uh

Hook

Max B:

I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww

My niggaz get down, down

I'm totin' the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound

Oww, Oww, Oww

Niggaz get low when we come around (lock and load)

We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handlin' the crew (crew?)

Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do)

These niggaz is player-hatin', I think I know why (know why)

Oww

Verse 1

Max B:

Instead of giving it all up, I only gave up a lil' piece

He street, Bigga he manufique

Every man he meet, say what's up to, my niggaz gets the groupin' out

These bitches I can loop 'em out

But I choose not, make 'em work hard, just to be my number one

"Maxi won't you come and meet my mumma, son

Hold my hand and walk up the alter", "Bitch stop ya fantasies"

She never really understanded me

When I ran to re off at Broadway, slaws say I got the forte

Only fuck 'em in short stays

Kuz it run cheaper for a quick one, 60 of the Grand Creezly

And I told the bitch to sip some

Hit some of this, it'll get you wavey where you need to be

Every chick that see me, want a piece of me, each of me

Every Gain Greene nigga I fucks with, got me

You niggaz all weak and all sloppy

Oww

Hook

Max B:

I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww

My niggaz get down, down

I'm totin' the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound

Oww, Oww, Oww

Niggaz get low when we come around (lock and load)

We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handlin' the crew (crew?)

Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do)

These niggaz is player-hatin', I think I know why (I know why)

Oww

Verse 2

Mall G:

Moneyy

I can spin 'em around just like a cielin' fan

Feel me man, finna my grind movin' these kilograms

We gettin' money boy, you just talkin' middleman

Stretch the work long and leave it stepped on like stairwells

Soon as it touches my hands, I be like "Farewell"

When the beef come around, niggaz turn the scarecrows

Weirdos, pants saggin', hoppin' outta Lambos

Tech 9s and airholes, man yo

I don't really think that they can handle, the mashin', thrashin'

I'm brutal with this Mac 10, black Cadillacin'Max B - Oww Oww Oww - http://motolyrics.com/max-b/oww-oww-oww-lyrics.html

Big money stackin', bladin', trappin'

Hoes in the Days Inn, oh I'm so amazin'

Hook

Max B:

I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww

My niggaz get down, down

I'm totin' the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound

Oww, Oww, Oww

Niggaz get low when we come around

We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handlin' the crew

Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do)

These niggaz is player-hatin', I think I know why

Oww

Verse 3

Nitty 3:

If she let me, best believe I'ma fuck her

All the bitches say "Nitty, you's a muhfucka"

Cuz I don't buy 'em shit, find ya ass another sucka

Cuz we pimpin' hard around this muhfucka

And you slippin'

Who ever said it was hard for a pimp lied

Look at my shoes man, the ostriches, they just died

I got flavor, mix the Maury with the alligators

Red and green guts mixed on the escalator

Fuck about it bitch, my money more paper

How you think you walk around, pockets all caked up

40 thousand dollar jewlery, niggaz all draped up (draped up)

Draped up

Verse 4

T.P.:

Talkin' with the Mac 10, hop up in a black Benz

Smokin', hopin' no one seen what happened

100 to the lawyers, I ain't goin' back in

Ain't goin' for no flim-flam, call me the Hook Man

This be your bitch or even the right hand

Hoes yeah they fear me, to them I'm like the Son of Sam

Matchin' for my rations, fulfill her every passion

For money I'm a madman, she better bring my cash and

God sits on my shoulder so you know I gotta have it

Rockin' loose diamonds, flawless karats

Pull up in a Bentley, oh how they resent me

Leavin' wit' ya favorite bitch, put her ass on Craigslist

Turn her on to breakin' tricks, teach her how to get a tip

Pimp and quick to fix her lip, always stickin' to the script

Feds mad they caught me with G's and a scale

Thought I sold drugs but it was just to weigh a mill

Hook

Max B:

I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww

My niggaz get down, down

I'm totin' the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound

Oww, Oww, Oww

Niggaz get low when we come around (lock and load)

We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handlin' the crew (crew?)

Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do)

These niggaz is player-hatin', I think I know why (I know why)

Oww