Ole

OLE, OLE, OLE OLE Damn I hate waking up on my couch Waste of a bed in this big empty house Wait - Sold the house, small empty apartment Thinking to myself like "Man, don't even start shit." Crick in my neck though, pillows ain't effective Pop-corn for dinner, corn-pops for breakfast Far from a blockbuster night, nothing groovy Fell asleep watching some on-demand movie The Matador. William H. Macy, Pierce Bronson This is why you fronting on playing James Bond, son? But I suppose a one man odd couple Shouldn't be popping shit cause I got enough trouble I'm strangely estranged from my wife, kids, and cat Living like LL's track 'Cheesy Rat' Bank account, credit, and self-esteem ravaged I'm one ham sandwich away from going savage Exaggerating but there ain't no debating the fact I need my swagger and my mojo back Check my mailbox - filled with a stack of bills And a bright red letter with silver and gold frills Turns out it was an invite To an oddy gato house party that goes down tonight Was fly. Was opening the envelope Triggered the wild sound chip with an audio note It read; "Hey Amigo.. Jose Cuervos here.. He's having a party.. and he want's you to say OLE, OLE, OLE OLE I'm with the crew that put crazy Eddie's right out of business Trailer load of TVs at my house I'm like 'what is this?' They singing Karaoke, sipping on sake Chilling like Yakuza, all getting real sloppy I told em 'Please leave, authorities coming soon' The said 'We 'bout to jump the broom right inside your living room' 'Whatcha gonna do with this property' I turn around they all playing strip monopoly The biggest chick in the room got on top of me Papi I'll be rocking your world, you ain't stopping me I said chill baby, pass me the Grey Goose Stuffed it in her coochie la bang she screamed 'Jesus' She went from super [?] tight to way loose Refrained from this type of behavior since like eight deuce She said "I know that you slang, you have slave roots?" I'm pimping all over the galaxy in space boots OLE, OLE, OLE, OLE Welcome to the house party, it's me your friend Oddy Fresh to death, head to toe, in that [?] We got fog machines, green lights, and one beacon A trailer load of freaks at my house for one weekend Speaking on the subject of freaks there's on peaking Through her clothes and there's drugs on her rug like I'm streaking Yeah baby - I guess I'll be able to do it She took a chance by undoing my pants and just blew it I walked up to the spot and was amazed The whole place was filled with like green haze Free re-entry but everybody stays Looked like this shit had been going on for days Like that good time painting, night life at the studio Sipping on my usually [?] and Henny flow I was accosted by a skinny, big titty hoe Talking bout taking me back to her presidio She started dancing but her whole style was pitiful Trying to show me something from a Rap City video Skeptical until [?] said he know her though A [?] One for the gritty, yo OLE, OLE, OLE, OLE