《Oldies》歌词

[00:00:00] Odd Future - Oldie

[00:00:02] Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album

[00:00:03] You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas

[00:00:06] Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle

[00:00:11] Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean

[00:00:15] Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk

[00:00:24] Big eared bandit is tossing all his manners

[00:00:27] In a bag and wrapping them in seran wrap bandages

[00:00:29] Tossing them in baskets with the rest of those sandwiches

[00:00:32] So when he says "catch up, n*gga" it looks like an accident

[00:00:35] Um, flowing like my pad is the maxiest

[00:00:38] My b*tch white and black like she's been mimicking a panda

[00:00:43] Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela

[00:00:46] Put her in the chamber all against her Will Chamberlain

[00:00:49] I never had a reason, n*gga, I was just able

[00:00:54] Flyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit

[00:00:57] Semen scented cheetah printed tee

[00:01:00] In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season

[00:01:02] Previous items in the present

[00:01:05] With the normal a** past like I cheated on my team

[00:01:07] Man (tried to get that n*gga, but, Golf Wang)

[00:01:19] To have some type of knowledge that is one perception

[00:01:21] But knowing you own your opponent is a defeating bonus

[00:01:24] I'm Zeus to a Kronos

[00:01:25] Cartilage cartridge is boneless

[00:01:27] Smiles of cowards in lead showers

[00:01:29] Dead spouses in red blouses

[00:01:31] Children who fled houses on Mustang horses an went jousting

[00:01:34] I'm on my Robin Hood sh*t

[00:01:36] Robbin' in the hood: whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet

[00:01:39] I'm stealing your rings, coke diamonds and your Vet

[00:01:42] Soldiers lace the f*ckin' boot

[00:01:43] And salute like the troop when they shoot you gon' poop

[00:01:48] And out my Kool aid, juice

[00:01:57] Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin

[00:02:00] Jasper got the Henny, my n*gga we get it in

[00:02:02] Wolf Gang party at the hotel

[00:02:05] I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell

[00:02:09] You know Left Brain need a freak

[00:02:11] I need a b*tch to go down like a Nitty beat

[00:02:14] Yup, uh, and her a** fat

[00:02:16] Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at

[00:02:22] Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talkin' 'bout a lighter

[00:02:25] Still bang salute me or just shoot me

[00:02:27] Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting

[00:02:30] Yea my n*gga Ace will pull the black jack

[00:02:33] The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac

[00:02:35] Livin' like the Mafia, b*tch, don't get to slacking up

[00:02:38] And if these haters actin' up, throw 'em in the aqueduct

[00:02:41] Free my n*gga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much

[00:02:44] But two bad b*tches in front of me cunnilingus

[00:02:56] What the f*ck is caution?

[00:02:58] Often I leave you flossin' and cause exes next to coffins

[00:03:01] Lost in translation, the dreams you chase

[00:03:04] Got you diving for the plates like you stealin' home base

[00:03:07] That's great - I'm home alone dreamin' of two on ones

[00:03:10] With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on

[00:03:13] And Travis is in the closet organizing and hangin' the tramp

[00:03:16] Three lettermans that Ace has been makin' him

[00:03:19] No strays while we catchin' matinees, huh?

[00:03:22] I'm gettin' blazed thinking 'bout those days

[00:03:24] I had the top off the GT3 like toupees

[00:03:27] One finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays

[00:03:29] My grand scheme of things

[00:03:31] Is to be attached to the game like b*tches to their wedding rings

[00:03:35] And you don't even need to look

[00:03:36] Cause we gleam obscene in the light

[00:03:38] Ride slow to my yellow diamond shining like the Batman logo over Gotham

[00:03:41] Rock LA to Harlem

[00:03:44] If you say "get 'em Mike G" then I got 'em

[00:03:47] One man squadron, n*gga I'm a problem

[00:03:49] From Briggs I got bars and plans to

[00:03:51] Pimp these Polish b*tches into pop stars

[00:03:53] Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still

[00:03:56] And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real

[00:03:59] OF 'til I OD and I probably will, uh

[00:04:13] It's still Mr. Smoke-a-lot-of-pot

[00:04:15] Get your baby mommy popped with my other snobby bop

[00:04:17] Do I love her, prolly not

[00:04:22] B*tch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock

[00:04:24] I've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot

[00:04:27] Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glock

[00:04:30] Now I'm all grown, sing songs just to give 'em watts

[00:04:32] Fire what I talk, but still cooler than the otter pop

[00:04:35] Op Dom neck sh*t in your wish list

[00:04:40] On some slick sh*t, your mistress on my hit list

[00:04:43] And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of this b*tch

[00:04:47] Odd in your motherf*ckin' area

[00:04:49] Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya

[00:04:51] Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya

[00:04:54] Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carey up

[00:05:00] Wolf Gang so you know we not givin' no f*cks

[00:05:03] You know me dog, I'ma chill in the cut so I can

[00:05:05] Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up

[00:05:14] (Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga)

[00:05:19] Rent a super car for a day

[00:05:21] Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze

[00:05:23] Bro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day

[00:05:26] But just enough for a week, my n*gga what can I say

[00:05:29] I'm hi and I'm bye, wait I mean I'm straight

[00:05:32] I'ma get you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes

[00:05:34] My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day

[00:05:37] 'Course you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes

[00:05:40] On the song, cut and you could sample the feel

[00:05:42] Headphone bleed, make this sh*t sound real

[00:05:45] Used to work the grill, fatburger and fries

[00:05:48] Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars

[00:05:51] Now, how many f*ckin' crystal balls can I buy and own

[00:05:54] Humble old me had to flex for the fogs

[00:05:57] Down in Muscle Beach pumpin' iron and bone

[00:05:59] Bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone

[00:06:04] Yea, bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone

[00:06:11] Bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone

[00:06:15] Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's hard

[00:06:19] Gotta do it over and over and over again but here I go

[00:06:24] Hey it's Jasper, not even a rapper

[00:06:27] Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster

[00:06:30] Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor

[00:06:32] Pot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle

[00:06:35] Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell

[00:06:38] Still ignorant, still hit a b*tch

[00:06:43] Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap

[00:06:46] Bong rips as I feel on that little b*tch cat

[00:06:48] Hah, n*gga came through with a 9 bar real quick

[00:06:52] Just for the b*tches, little bit of money in my pocket

[00:06:55] F*ck it, Wolf Gang

[00:06:59] Yeah, f*ck that

[00:07:08] Look, the contrast is a pair of lips

[00:07:11] Swallowin' syrup and settin' fires to sheriffs whip

[00:07:14] F*ckin' all American terrorist

[00:07:16] Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a f*ckin' carrot stick

[00:07:19] And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'

[00:07:21] And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is

[00:07:24] Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel

[00:07:27] So that sterile piss flow remind these n*ggas where embarrassed is

[00:07:30] Narrow, tight line, might impair him

[00:07:33] Since I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type

[00:07:36] Pharaoh f*ckin' pillow tear wearin' pack of parasite

[00:07:38] Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise

[00:07:40] Ladidadi back in here to f*ck the party up

[00:07:43] Raiding fridges, tipping over vases with a tommy gun

[00:07:46] Never dollars, pop would make it rain hockey pucks

[00:07:49] 60 day chips from f*ckin' awesome anonymous

[00:07:52] Call him bloated 'til he show them that the flow deluxe

[00:07:55] Off the wall loafers, four loko, and a cobra clutch

[00:07:57] Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho' to pose his drum

[00:08:00] Let me hit him, hit it with a stick until the ho was numb

[00:08:03] Culprit of the potent punch

[00:08:04] Scolding hot as dunking scrotum in a Folgers cup - or Nevada

[00:08:07] Driving drunk inside a stolen truck

[00:08:09] Sh*tting like his colon bust

[00:08:11] Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum

[00:08:13] Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices

[00:08:16] I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is

[00:08:19] Stay gold 'til the case closed and the story end

[00:08:21] Post mortem porkin' this rap sh*t and record it

[00:08:24] To escort it to the morgue again

[00:08:26] Lord of lips, bored of this

[00:08:27] Forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list

[00:08:30] Stormin' the gate, who's sure in the base, scorching ladies

[00:08:33] Motherf*ckers soarin', torso and face

[00:08:35] Get at me with savages, have a pack of Apache

[00:08:41] As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky so see me you can't

[00:08:44] Like crunchy black cats in a taxi

[00:08:46] Back like lateral passing

[00:08:49] With that motherf*cking gladiator manner of rapping

[00:08:51] As an addict I let percocets and xannies relax me

[00:08:54] Fall back if your paddies is Maxi

[00:08:56] Please

[00:09:09] OF, sh*t that's all I got

[00:09:11] From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac

[00:09:14] From that father figure Clancy to that skatey n*gga Naks

[00:09:16] Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the f*ckin' block

[00:09:19] Storefront, knee tat

[00:09:21] Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks

[00:09:25] And grip tape... and my shoes

[00:09:28] Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut

[00:09:32] 5 years later, for our label yea we own it

[00:09:35] I started an empire, I ain't even old enough

[00:09:38] To drink a f*ckin' beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop

[00:09:41] This is for the niggers in the suburbs

[00:09:43] And the white kids with n*gga friends who say the n-word

[00:09:46] And the ones that got called weird, fag, b*tch, nerd

[00:09:49] Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg

[00:09:53] They say we ain't actin' right

[00:09:54] Always try to turn our f*ckin' color into black and white

[00:09:57] But they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em

[00:10:00] Radical's my anthem, turn my f*ckin' amps up

[00:10:05] Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as f*ck

[00:10:09] B*tches

[00:10:15] OFM, bangin' on your FM

[00:10:21] Gnaw, 2011, yea

[00:10:30] Golf Wang