Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
O.G.C.
O.G.C.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Walter V. Dewgarde Jr.
Walter V. Dewgarde Jr.
Composer
Jack McNair
Jack McNair
Composer
B. Powell
B. Powell
Composer
D. Yates
D. Yates
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
He's steppin' in hotter this year
Starang comin' like a hurricane with no fear
'Cause in the streets, we ain't got no peace
Shoot the beast from the east, but you run from police
Don't try me 'cause I be the bomb like Bozi
Starang from OGC'll heat shit up like Hawaii
Vibe when I'm live like a four-wheel drive
Every day, I strive to make y'all rappers realize
How dangerous Strangle gets on the micro-
-phone, when Louisville zones, it gets me hyper
The type to snipe your ass from up close
This is the Boot Camp show, I'm your host
Starang Wonder, no relation to Stevie
And, no, I'm not West Indian or Haitian
But I'm on probation
For knockin' wack MCs out daily
Plus I fly heads like comets from Alex Haley
Now tell me, won't this fucking verse right here
Turn a wack rapper's day into his worst nightmare?
(I scare) Petty MCs who claim they got gats
Frontin' with hoes in videos with pimp hats
(But the fact) Still remains that you're just a stain
On the bottom of my boots while I'm still Starang
B-C-C, from ninety now, past two thou
Make y'all heads in the crowd out there wonder how
We be still
[Verse 2]
Steppin' in hotter this year
Louisville, no fear, will shed no tears
Dare you to come near, bare be that ass
I pull bats, cock back, release, then smash
**** is, um, stuck on stupid
OD'd off Cupid
Bitches and switches is strictly how they have to do it
Like Montell Jordan, I'm givin' a warning
You keep that shit up and ****'ll be cavin' your walls in
But as they close in, chumps get chosen, stance gets frozen
'Cause this here fleets about is potent
So hold it! Watch how you take those totes
'Cause your next'll be your last, yo, and all she wrote
Kill the small talk, no delayin' on sidelines time-wastin'
Procrastinatin' is sin, so there'll be no delayin'
[Verse 3]
Now he's steppin' in hotter this year
D.O. Big Kahuna comin' in with no fear
Oh, yeah, y'all **** over there, y'all be frontin'
Claimin' you own a gun, but when you see us, you run
Now this is one thing Top Dog can't understand (What?)
Why men get mangled (Uh-huh), why men get mad
So I ask my brethren till he told me
He caught these brothers flappin', had to smack 'em with a chrome piece
Now it's only uno and dos, he and him
He blowin' up spots, no matter if he's enemy or friend
So put an end to all the bullshit
I'll pull shit quick and you a gun fool
I can't forget how you get down 'cause I get down
With four pounds that makes sounds from underground
Now you don't wanna come around
Here, that's disappointment for life
I'm makin' sure I'm the one that's takin' all your stripes
Now back way while I get my yipes on
Peace to my ****, O Strong, home with the chron'
[Verse 4]
We be steppin' in hotter this year
My G, Royal Slush, be cute, ain't no fear
Baby, steppin' in hotter this year
Attack Big C, east New York, no fear
Who be steppin' in hotter this year?
Shuckey Duckey, Eddie Machete comin' in with no fear
We be steppin' in hotter this year
Magnum Force, bad vibes, they mess with no fear
Brownsville, Mr. Ford in the place to be
Always representin' with the O.G.C.
Got my **** from back in the days
Always representin' throughout the PJ's
D, double-O, G, double ooh
Act like you know, you already knew
Yo, what's the deal?
What's the deal? What's the deal? Yo
[Verse 5]
What's up, what's up?
What's up, what's up, what's up? (Louis)
What's up, what's up?
What's up, what's up, what's up?
What's up , what's up?
What's up, what's up, what's up?
What's up, what's up?
What's up, what's up, what's up?
Written by: B. Powell, D. Yates, Jack McNair, Walter Dewgarde, Walter V. Dewgarde Jr.
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