Oww Oww Oww

(Album: Million Dollar Baby 3 - 2009)

Up North, Gain Greene
Mali G, Biggavel' (We back at it baby)
Lemme spit my New York shit for a minute
Holla at ya boy, uh

[Hook: Max B]
I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww
My niggaz get down, down
I'm toting the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound
Oww, Oww, Oww
Niggaz get low when we come around (lock and load)
We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handling the crew (crew?)
Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do)
These niggaz is player-hating, I think I know why (know why)
Oww

[Verse 1: Max B]
Instead of giving it all up, I only gave up a lil' piece
He street, Bigga he manufique
Every man he meet, say what's up to, my niggaz gets the grouping out
These bitches I can loop 'em out
But I choose not, make 'em work hard, just to be my number one
"Maxi won't you come and meet my mumma, son
Hold my hand and walk up the alter", "Bitch stop ya fantasies"
She never really understanded me
When I ran to re off at Broadway, slaws say I got the forte
Only fuck 'em in short stays
Kuz it run cheaper for a quick one, 60 of the Grand Creezly
And I told the bitch to sip some
Hit some of this, it'll get you wavey where you need to be
Every chick that see me, want a piece of me, each of me
Every Gain Greene nigga I fucks with, got me
You niggaz all weak and all sloppy
Oww

[Hook: Max B]
I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww
My niggaz get down, down
I'm toting the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound
Oww, Oww, Oww
Niggaz get low when we come around (lock and load)
We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handling the crew (crew?)
Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do)
These niggaz is player-hating, I think I know why (I know why)
Oww

[Verse 2: Mall G]
Moneyy
I can spin 'em around just like a cieling fan
Feel me man, finna my grind moving these kilograms
We getting money boy, you just talking middleman
Stretch the work long and leave it stepped on like stairwells
Soon as it touches my hands, I be like "Farewell"
When the beef come around, niggaz turn the scarecrows
Weirdos, pants sagging, hopping outta Lambos
Tech 9s and airholes, man yo
I don't really think that they can handle, the mashing, thrashing
I'm brutal with this Mac 10, black Cadillacing
Big money stacking, blading, trapping
Hoes in the Days Inn, oh I'm so amazing

[Hook: Max B]
I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww
My niggaz get down, down
I'm toting the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound
Oww, Oww, Oww
Niggaz get low when we come around
We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handling the crew
Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do)
These niggaz is player-hating, I think I know why
Oww

[Verse 3: Nitty 3]
If she let me, best believe I'm a fuck her
All the bitches say "Nitty, you's a muhfucka"
Cause I don't buy 'em shit, find ya ass another sucka
Cause we pimping hard around this muhfucka
And you slipping
Who ever said it was hard for a pimp lied
Look at my shoes man, the ostriches, they just died
I got flavor, mix the Maury with the alligators
Red and green guts mixed on the escalator
Fuck about it bitch, my money more paper
How you think you walk around, pockets all caked up
40 thousand dollar jewlery, niggaz all draped up (draped up)
Draped up

[Verse 4: T.P.]
Talking with the Mac 10, hop up in a black Benz
Smoking, hoping no one seen what happened
100 to the lawyers, I ain't going back in
Ain't going for no flim-flam, call me the Hook Man
This be your bitch or even the right hand
Hoes yeah they fear me, to them I'm like the Son of Sam
Matching for my rations, fulfill her every passion
For money I'm a madman, she better bring my cash and
God sits on my shoulder so you know I gotta have it
Rocking loose diamonds, flawless karats
Pull up in a Bentley, oh how they resent me
Leaving with' ya favorite bitch, put her ass on Craigslist
Turn her on to breaking tricks, teach her how to get a tip
Pimp and quick to fix her lip, always sticking to the script
Feds mad they caught me with G's and a scale
Thought I sold drugs but it was just to weigh a mill

[Hook: Max B]
I'm like Oww, Oww, Oww
My niggaz get down, down
I'm toting the pound, pound, we'll run in your mound
Oww, Oww, Oww
Niggaz get low when we come around (lock and load)
We got them cannons for them niggaz think they handling the crew (crew?)
Look what you made me do (Look what you made me do)
These niggaz is player-hating, I think I know why (I know why)
Oww