Artist: Que f/ A$AP Ferg, Pusha T, Snoop Dogg
Album:  OG Bobby Johnson (Remix) {S}
Song:   OG Bobby Johnson (Remix)
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

{"You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat"}

[Chorus: Que]
Ay, word on the street I'm a suspect (suspect)
Hangin' with the killers in the projects (whoo!)
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shhh)
Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (boom!)
OG, Bobby, Johnson (hey!)
OG, Bobby, Johnson (whoo!)
OG, Bobby, Johnson (Johnson)
OG, Bobby, Johnson (hey!)

[Que]
I'm still hangin' with them killers and them convicts (killers)
Push start, no key, don't need a locksmith (nah)
Pop shit, split your top lift (whoo!)
Chop sticks, still knock a nigga right up out his rocksmith (BLRRRRAT~!)
OG, Bobby, Johnson (whoo!)
Catch a nigga slippin' while he joggin' (boom!)
Tater on the end of the Ruger
Bottom of the stick hangin' out there - Mr. Cooper (whoo-whoo!)
Word on the street (ay) your son, he's a thief (ay)
Your partner got him stealin' radios every week
Told you once jealousy, that's a bitch nigga trait
Better keep the grass cut so you can watch out for the snakes (hey!)

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
{*yawns*} Jumped out of bed with a bitch
Right hand on my heat, left hand on my dick
Sea salt, he robbed than a motherfucker
OG Bobby Johnson? Nah, nigga, never love him
OG LB City is the town, run up
Get gunned down - nigga, we don't fuck around
Ask Ray-Ray, Jay-Jay and Kay-Kay
Shot a nigga in the daytime with the AK
Nigga ain't even on the run, get loose
Turn stick, quick tip, bang mine with the deuce, what it do?
All my niggas is realer
But Bobby Johnson is a bonafide killer
Mama was a hoe, step-daddy was a dealer
Yellow brick motherfuckin' Pittsburgh Steeler
Nigga? Nigga, better raise up (raise up)
Dip my stick, nigga, when I blaze up (blaze up)
A's up, K's up
I'm from the dub where the homies say trey's up
I'm crippin' with the niggas in the projects
Goin' down where the homie sell the bomb at
And don't get caught out of bounds
We get touchdown, shut down, nigga get cut down
Real game, kill game
Bobby Johnson, that's my motherfuckin' real name - deuce

[Chorus] w/ A$AP Ferg ad-libs

[A$AP Ferg]
Just got off a call with the homie Gino (BLRRT~!)
That's my manager, he be really boostin' my ego (hello)
Said "You crack, nigga, and every line is a kilo" (what)
I said "Stop playin', stop drinkin' the Clicquot"
Stay out them bars, nigga
But really I could kill them with these bars, nigga; really give them stars, nigga (ahh!)
I chips on the tooth like Nas, nigga
Make me spit cold verses too, all these odd niggas (alright!)
But 50 my favorite rapper, he got shot
Eight bullets like Leroy and then he got hot
I feel bad, I met 'Premo before he got knocked
Cop four jackets right out of my pop spot (woo!)
That Ferg apparel, this life will lay down
Cee-Lo with grown ups stackin' a Burrough
I can talk about my life, but that ain't the hour
Rather +Shabba Ranks+ with a skank and skeet in her mouth
My daddy in heaven, I try to keep him smilin'
and take his little brother out to eat Italian
That's my big unc' T-Ferg, used to be wildin'
But now he gettin' rapper money, he should be proud of him
I got a thing for dark skin and big booties
Just got into model girls, some slim cuties
I'll fuck ya industry bitches, say I did it (WHOO-OOH~!)
Piece of pie, but industry bitches really with it
+Sha-Shabba Ranks+, +Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks+
Tryin', hump a, model, chick, prol'ly, Tyra, Banks
Put the, po-tato, on the, hammer, let it, bang
Cause I'm, OG, Bobby, Johnson, A$AP, Mob, be the, gang

[Chorus]

[Pusha T]
King Push!
OG like it's South Central (WOO~!)
Nigga had a brick in a rental (WOO~!)
Since I ain't dead or in jail from it
Put my life in this instrumental (WOO~!)
{OG, Bobby, Johnson} Like I'm, +Straight, Outta, Compton+
See my, +Boyz, in the, Hood+, we a, +Menace+, it's a, problem (WOO~!)
Nigga only know about a kilogram
Old school, I could just kill a man
Kids runnin' up to my old school
Get a hundred dollars from the dealer man (God!)
I ain't gotta lie in my music
Give you game, teach you how to use it
If he ain't tryin' to help you come up
Leave his broke ass suck a new dick
My, numbers, don't, lie, when the, feds, takin', score
Cell-phone, in my, name, that's, it, nothin', more (ahh!)
458 in the driveway
Niggas can't see me on the highway
Got the house sitting on the water
Pullin' up lookin' like Somali's (haha!)
I heard one time from a rich nigga
These niggas' hoes like a bitch nigga
Like the last song on my album
Stay the fuck away from a +S.N.I.T.C.H+ nigga - WOO!

[Chorus]

[Que]
OG, Bobby, Johnson {*8X to fade*}