paroles de chanson War Games - O.C.
War
games
War
games
Uh,
yeah,
uh,
uh,
uh
What,
Crooklyn
Dodger
Number
2
O.C.,
yeah
back
in
the
scene
muthafucka
Me
and
Premo,
you
know,
East
New
York
Bush
wick,
Bedstuy
and
all
those
good
places
Yo,
my
main
frame,
discipline
like
a
soldier
Ready
for
war,
push
ups
get
my
chest
swell
up
What's
the
deal
Preme?
I
mean
the
scape
I
think
I
got
it
locked
in
nigga,
War
Games
is
the
theme
Rap
commando,
what's
my
handle
O.C.
ample
to
rock
shit
Battle
niggas
who
pop
shit
green
bareen
thought
slicka
I'm
one
step
ahead,
slide
through
enemy
lines
like
a
black
ack
figga
Camouflage,
runnin'
through
you
zone
with
detection
'Cuz
the
dark
skinned
marksmen
run
through
your
section
Flesh
ya
bones,
physical
built
like
titanium
Bugs
cover
my
grill
like
Iranians
ill
gorilla
so
called
killas
I
fear
no
man
but
Allah,
for
the
god
is
he
is
still
in
us
The
Renaissance
Man,
I
roll
with
real
like
grenade
Sharp
like
gem
stars
'cause
massive
scars
O.C.'s
all
in
it,
dope
I've
been
for
years
Now
I'm
back
in
the
scene
and
I
declare
War
Games
I
bust
off
like
a
M-16
rippin'
through
screens
from
head
to
toe
Blood
soak
up
your
jeans,
rap
veteran,
earn
my
stripes,
fought
wars
Opposing
forces,
would
O.C.
take
losses?
Naucious,
you
feelin'
kinda
like
throwing
up
Cautious,
watch
ya
step,
land
rhymes
blowin'
up
Havin'
a
pity
for
foes,
fuck
G.I.
Joe
He's
a
sucker,
slap
the
taste
outta
wild
motherfuckas
Design
a
rhyme,
like
a
plan
for
the
government
Six
Million
like
Steve
Austin,
costin'
apprehended
if
I
am
In
times
and
my
body
will
erupt
M-16
tapecatin',
voids
filled
with
ammo
Bust
it
through
a
crowd,
a
bitch
nigga
sing
soprano
When
I
get
you
in
the
square,
then
I
end
you
career
All
MC's
lets
make
one
thing
clear
You're
all
the
same,
I
will
remain,
fuck
the
fame
Feelin'
the
lane
to
shoot,
I
declare
War
Games
I
declare
War
Games
For
niggas
who
flaunt
figgas
for
more
fame
Gorilla
warfare,
tactics
issue
unlimited
access
to
ammo
With
fire
proof
camouflage
and
power
I
declare
War
Games
For
niggas
who
flaunt
figgas
for
more
fame
Gorilla
warfare,
tactics
issue
unlimited
access
to
ammo
With
fire
proof
camouflage
and
power
Precise
pinpoint
it,
pull
it,
when
I
cock
back
This
here
rap
will
slap
you
and
your
team
and
that
bad
bitch
Sleaves
from
my
uncut,
raw
like
cope
Preme
dig
up
boys,
roll
up
and
smoke
Then
toge
it,
back
to
B.I.
see
I
can
do
this,
I'm
professional
Too
much
weight
to
weigh
any
style
Dutch
Master
superior
blend,
inhale
me
right
Young
Phillies
take
a
toke
of
my
rap
and
get
the
Willies
para
Noid,
niggas
all
non
void
Fuck
with
O.C.,
get
your
life
destroyed
Like
a
marine,
I'm
a
trained
rap
killing
machine
Fiend
to
rock
a
mic,
set
from
New
York
to
New
Orleans
Over
seas
I
conquer,
rough
like
Blanca
Love
to
eat
actors,
gotta
take
for
drama
When
I
flow
I
get
comatose
in
my
own
world
From
the
first
verse,
you
saw
my
plan
unfurl
I
mean
team
same
name,
never
change
My
ammo
is
the
demo
competition
on
the
mic
War
games
War
games
War
games
War
games
War
games
War
games
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