[ The E (& DJ Boss) ]

Hey yo Boss

(Yo, what's up?)

OG Style in effect

(For the nineties, baby)

Yo, a lotta those groups out there think that they on top of the game

Well, why don't we let em know what's up

(Commence)



[ VERSE 1: The E (& DJ Boss) ]

Take three paces and step back (step back)

Cause I'm not afraid of no knick-knacks (knick-knacks)

A lot of that lip is just flip-flap (flip-flap)

Same old nonsense, it's all crap (it's all crap)

You try to come for somethin I know (I know)

You're braggin on yourself, still weak, bro (still weak, bro)

Never will I ever be solo (solo)

I'm down with Boss, so now you know (you know)

Pick up the pieces where I left off (left off)

Funky MC cause I get off (I get off)

You get beamed and then you turn off (turn off)

You act aggravated and you burn off (burn off)

I'm from Houston and I get hyped (real hype)

Freak a lotta girls cause I'm that type (oh God)

I drink Coke, I don't drink Sprite (drink Sprite)

I wear Nikes, but not Flights (but not Flights)

I ride a Benz if I have to (if I have to)

I prefer a limo cause it grabs you (cause it grabs you)

Thinkin I'm blind I'm lookin at you (I see ya)

Holdin on my record like a statue

Sucker



[ VERSE 2: The E (& DJ Boss) ]

Time to start the rhyme scheme over (over)

My dog's name is Dick, not Rover (not Rover)

I don't believe in four-leaf clovers (clovers)

The rhyme style is dope but I'm sober (sober)

The name of the crew's called OG (OG)

Which consist of Boss and E (that's me)

We produce a rapper named Divine MC (Divine MC)

Who's down with the Nation Posse (word)

Now it's time to change context (context)

Gimme a mic and watch me flex (me flex)

Your style's simple, mine's complex (complex)

Listen to the style that I inject (that I inject)

Funky is the term that I go by (go by)

See a fly girl and I go "hi" (hi)

Make a lotta money cause I talk fly (talk fly)

I speak the truth and I don't lie (I don't lie)

Wear a Rap-A-Lot watch not a Timex (or a Seiko)

Use a jimmy hat, I like safe sex (yeah, that's right, bro)

When I do a show I'm in effect (effect)

Now listen to the way that I direct

Sucker



[ VERSE 3: The E (& DJ Boss) ]

Give it up, bro, don't try to play me (don't try to play me)

You might be a lotta things but you're not E (not E)

You're just a sucker tryin to play MC (play MC)

But that's funny, you're rappin to a wack beat (haha)

I shine bright as the sun cause I'm a starlight (starlight)

I get busy as a beaver when I jam right (when I jam right)

Before a show I practice so it's all tight (all tight)

I'm a perfectionist, this is not a psyche

Sucker



Hey yo Boss

(Yo, what's up?)

Why don't break the track down a little something like this?

(Aight bet)



[ VERSE 4: The E ]

So what's up, bro, with that cheap stuff you're talkin

Your played out jealousy's in your eye when I'm walkin

But you're delighted to see the phase that I bring

You get a glimpse, you're content with what I swing

I'm like a hawk, I see what you attempt to hide

In my stride you'll divide while I glide

And to the OG saga you will forever succumb

Your raps are hum-drum cause you're dumb

How could you be so illiterate to think that you could baffle me

When I house it's a catastrophy

I'm the Original E, formerly of a Phase 3

Dropped a sucker, now it's OG

Long live the reign of the rhyme therapist

Microphone terrorist

Sucker
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Sucker Lyrics

O. G. Style – Sucker Lyrics