Game - Uncle Otis (Lyrics)

Game - Uncle Otis (Lyrics)





This shit for my uncle Otis

Here’s a dome shot to this nigga named Otis
Niggas think they the coldest but nigga you just the oldest
Niggas be chasing they youth but it’s gone
Yo ‘Ye, this nigga aint even wanna put you on
And then he turned around and put on Sean
But forget to tell em Benny Han Han don’t sell no f-cking Wonton’s
I don’t wear Sean Johns, but fuck with that Ciroc shit
Tupac back, well hit em up with some Pac shit
Who run the world, Jayceon
Will Kelly Rowland come and be my motivation
If you invented swag then I aint finna gangsta
Got one in the chamber, the Throne is now in danger
And I dont wear no Gucci Gucci Fendi Fendi Prada
I’m Charles Louboutin, you niggas aint sayin nada
Lil white bitch better stay in ya place
You call me a nigga, I’ma put the K in ya face
It’s a stick up bitch

(Put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here
I do it

Call Khaled, tell him Fuck it, I’m on one
I created Tyler, the Creator
Here go courtside seats
You are now watching the greatest
Shades blocking the haters
Stays rocking the layers
The Show Goes On
Til I start aiming the Lasers and Lupe is souffle
Half you muthafuckers its the ? league
I don’t wanna speak about the Rucker
Cause Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and I already got her up in the Porsche
Tryna teach How To love
How To Love
Marc Anthony too short, look how that nigga look (bitch)
And I’m 6 foot 7 foot 8 foot Crooks and Castles
All my niggas crooks with castles
Red Nation graduation yeah crooks with tassels
It’s a party, it’s a party, it’s a party
Sittin up in Marvins Room, blowing that Marl’
You wanna hit it, so put ya hands up in the air

(Put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here
I do it

I got the money up in the rubber band
Don’t run up on me, try to take it from me
I aint Morris Chestnut, I aint Ricky
But I give you 9 shots, you can call that Fifty
Dre got that Super Bass I just call it Nicki
Working ont hat Detox, throwin on that sticky
Can I hit it in the morning
Better be a quickie
Gotta hustle hard, Ace Tunechi and Ricky
Waves my Franks Ocean, you can see my Odd Future
You gon need more than Novacaine after I shoot ya
Yesterday i went to Cochella not to see Jigga
I went to see Wiz but theres Amber, perfect
I took a seat on the Red futon
Hit it with that Wiz shit on, whatever
So put that pussy in my face
and let me taste
I’ma eat it up like it’s my last
I’ma I’ma do it differently she aint gettin no cash
Know why? I’m not a star
Somebody lied I got a chopper in the car, huh
That aint a lie

(Put your hands up in the air)
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here
I do it, I do it, boi
So put your hands up in the air
(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
Know is any Gangstas up in here
I do it