Текст песни Can't See Us - T-Bone
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
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
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