OG Bobby Johnson (Remix)

OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson Word on the street Im a suspect Hanging with the killers in the projects I dont wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a nigga slipping from behind OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson Ok, we started catching felonies and bank here Riding through the hood in a hot box In 96, in the hood, had a trap house Every day cruise through the city, crack rock I got pills in my pocket and a bank roll Everybody try me, I dont let the thing go, bust it I put a whole crew where you cant go, cousin Homie dont like it but he cant do nothing Came through busting, I respect that You violate a mandatory nigga, break that Walk up, pull out a Smith and Wesson, push it real bad Now the undercover people left for dead They came with the OGs hanging, OZs hanging Styrofoam, double cup, codeine drinking You run up 44 B banking, meet you at the crossroad where they dont be singing Word on the street Im a suspect Hanging with the killers in the projects I dont wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a nigga slipping from behind OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson