ORIGINAL ORIGINAL GANGSTAS - ROTTEN VEGAS (feat. The Rottenmeyer)

Dearest Madcracker and Boop Boopie Doo
by the time you receive this postcard I will have begun my journey back to the East Coast
on a famous Route 66, where everybody gets their kicks
Mission accomplished

I went to the desert and I contacted, I acquainted myself with
and I became an alliance with Rotten Vegas
Yes, the underbelly kingpin in the desert here
He's got the cash

He's got the smash and bash
And he brings the intimidation factor and violence that keeps every snitch in silence
Everything you heard was true
He's a despicable criminal just like the two of you

He has a heart of a rattlesnake and when he wants what he wants he takes
Rotten to the core
I like what I'm doing right now
I enjoy collecting protection money, putting whores to work

I enjoy planting bombs in people's cars
These are a few of my favorite things
You think you're just gonna walk in here at my casino and count cars
You see, I's got a big problems with that

Now you wanna fucking try to talk over me
See, I got a problems with that
You fucking think you can just come up in here and do what you want
Tell you something, this is my house, not yours

Trying to steal my money is like trying to fuck my wife
You really think I'm gonna be okay with you trying to steal my fucking money
You fuck my wife, you get away with this
Tell you what, since you're gonna steal my money, I'm gonna cut your fucking hands off

Feed it to the fucking tiger, he's hungry
Because if I let you get away with this
then any Joe Snow from off the fucking streets gonna start to think he can do the same fucking thing
Hey yo Cranky, fuck this guy, bag him up and get him the fucks up out of here

Hurry up and get him the fuck up out of here
My pleasure
Piece of shit
My pleasure

Yo, come here you, I got a good mind to put you in a deeper sleep right here
I'll snap your burnt legs right in half
Get up, get caught, count and click
Check it out, Rotten

Oh, oh gee, I hate a bleeder, a one-torer, a kneader, a too-busy popcorn eater
Trying to be the star in the OG theater
Cranking Rotten Vegas, every Joe Schmo afraid of us
We both worked for the saint and the saint boss made us

O-O-G connection, O-O-G investing
Rotten Vegas betting, we overdosing on the bloodletting
I'm betting too
O-O-G

O-O-G
Vegas
Yeah
Dearest Madcracker and Boom Boom Bidoo

If you have not heard from me by the time when you get the receipt of the car
How do I spell that right
Second
I just make a two with an N and a D on it

Okay

Written by:
Darryl Rosenmeyer, Hope Gray, William Diamond

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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