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T-Bone
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Can't See Us
Ah, What, Ah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yo can't see these G's
Players and Riders from the ORC
We the dopest clique there eva gon' be
Straight up outta the dirty bay, ooh wee
Cali hits is what we bring
Nothin' less, only the best from the West so uh,
Get up outta ya seat baby
And let me see ya do the Gospel boggie, ah
Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie
Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie
Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie
Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie
Organized worldwide with a gang of members
Bony Bone Corleone make 'em all surrender
I'm the boss of the clique
The E-D-O-Gs to represent ORC recognize
Devil's meet they demise when I subtract
Suckas off the map
Click-clock locked and loaded, my crew exploded
And the blood downpour-ded
Get ready for that Oscar-winning drama
Bringin' trauma to that tail like an abusive Mamma
Imma get busy like a killer bee 'cause
The ORC got more game than Chuck on the Re
Comin' out the West Coast with that Cali love
Home of the body baggin of the bloody glove
'peat my style, wild like T-Bone be psychotic,
We got the winning team with Chase and Dante on it
Pit bull off the clique with the bite in me
You can't see this organized rhyme dynasty
Yo can't see these G's
Players and Riders from the ORC
We the dopest clique there eva gon' be
Straight up outta the dirty bay, ooh wee
Cali hits is what we bring
Nothin' less, only the best from the West so uh,
Get up outta ya seat baby
And let me see ya (do the Gospel boggie, ah)
(Yeah) Organized rhyme gangstas connected
From ghetto to ghetto and city to city we worldwide respected
Feared and rejected, beats perfected
No need for a nine--Holy ghost protected
This the dawn of the rap clique
Don't trip, spit lyrical rhymes reachin' them killas and them convicts
Piru, B-doggs, and them shaw crips
And street pimps with these West Coast bomb hits
It's been 12 years, still can't see my clique
Sick with the spit
Tell them prayer haters, get a grip
And don't trip, this a brand new apocalypse
Two double O three, and there ain't no stoppin' this
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From California to the projects of the boogie down
We infamous for bringing that Gospel God-core sound
You can't see O-R-G-A-N-I-Z-E-D-R-H-Y-M-E.
Yo can't see these G's
Players and Riders from the ORC
We the dopest clique there eva gon' be
Straight up outta the dirty bay, ooh wee
Cali hits is what we bring
Nothin' less, only the best from the West so uh,
Get up outta ya seat baby
And let me see ya do the Gospel boggie
We done been in this game for years
Made me un-ah-nee-ma
La position had a business like Iltali mahn EE
Delicioso, mafioso
Now we spit these lyrical hollow points like Selly Sell
And you can't see the O-R-Crew
Start the chainsaw, oh-rah-TOO
Peligroso, like a shoot out, with the po-po
The hydros with no struts in tha low-low
Ya'll must be crazy tryin' to mess with an assassin
I'm flashin and blastin anyone harrassin' for the gadget thrashin'
If they asking, tell 'em Bone said it
Leave ya black and blue with a lyrical whoopin'
Callin' the paramedics
Ya'll can't see us like a cheetah in the jungle
You're all bark, we're all bite, ready to rumble
Yo can't see these G's
Players and Riders from the ORC
We the dopest clique there eva gon' be
Straight up outta the dirty bay, ooh wee
Cali hits is what we bring
Nothin' less, only the best from the West so uh,
Get up outta ya seat baby
And let me see ya do the Gospel boggie, ah
Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie
Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie
Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie
Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie
Yo can't see these G's
Players and Riders from the ORC
We the dopest clique there eva gon' be
Straight up outta the dirty bay, ooh wee
Cali hits is what we bring
Nothin' less, only the best from the West so uh,
Get up outta ya seat baby
And let me see ya do the Gospel boggie, ah
Organized rhyme forever, baby
tahahahahahahahahahahahaha
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