Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave Bellochio
Dave Bellochio
Keyboards
Jackson 5
Jackson 5
Sampled Artist
Kay-Gee
Kay-Gee
DJ
Melvin Bliss
Melvin Bliss
Sampled Artist
Treach
Treach
Vocals
Van Romaine
Van Romaine
Drums
Vin Rock
Vin Rock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Berry Gordy Jr.
Berry Gordy Jr.
Songwriter
B. Gordy
B. Gordy
Songwriter
DEKE RICHARDS
DEKE RICHARDS
Songwriter
Freddie Perren
Freddie Perren
Songwriter
Keir Lamont Gist
Keir Lamont Gist
Songwriter
ALPHONSO MIZELL
ALPHONSO MIZELL
Songwriter
Anthony Shawn Criss
Anthony Shawn Criss
Songwriter
Vincent E. Brown
Vincent E. Brown
Songwriter
Julian Bratolyubov
Julian Bratolyubov
Copyist
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Naughty By Nature
Naughty By Nature
Producer
Angela Piva
Angela Piva
Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
David Bellochio
David Bellochio
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dwayne Sumal
Dwayne Sumal
Mixing Engineer
Joe Gastwirt
Joe Gastwirt
Mastering Engineer
Todd Sheerian
Todd Sheerian
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Arm me with harmony Dave, drop a load on 'em O.P.P., how can I explain it? I'll take you frame by frame it To have y'all all jumpin', shoutin', sayin' it O is for other, P is for people, scratch your temple The last P, well, that's not that simple, uh It's sorta like well, another way to call a cat a kitten It's five little letters that are missin' here You get it on occasion if the other party isn't gaming It seems I gotta start the explainin' Bust it You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello You get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about Then you call up and it's her girlfriend's or her cousin's house It's not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Oh, that's why she's scary) It's O.P.P. time, other people's, but you get it There's no room for relationship, there's just room to hit it How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at? Who thinks it's wrong 'cause I'm splittin' and co-hittin' that? Well if you do, that's O.P.P and you're not down with it But if you don't, here's your membership You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (Every last homie) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (Come on, come on, come on, let me show you what it's all about) (All the homies) For the ladies, O.P.P means something gifted The first two letters are the same But the last is something different It's the longest, loveliest, lean, I call it the leanest It's another five letter word rhymin' with cleanest and meanest I won't get into that, I'll do it, ah, sorta properly I'll say the last P, hmm, stands for property Now lady, here comes a kiss Blow a kiss back to me, now tell me exactly Have you ever known a brother who had another like a girl or wife? And you just had to stop a toast 'cause he look just that nice You looked at him, he looked at you and you knew right away He had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway You couldn't be seen with him at all and still you didn't care 'Cause in a room behind a door, no one but y'all are there When y'all are finished, y'all can leave and only y'all would know And y'all could throw the skeleton bone right in the closet door Now don't be shy 'cause if you're down, I want your hands up high Say, "O.P.P." (O.P.P.) I like to say with pride Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts You're now down with a discount You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (Every last lady) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (Come on, come on, come on, let me show you what it's all about) (All the ladies) A scab tried to O.P.P. me I had a girl and she knew that matter of fact Her and my girl was partners that had a fall-out Disagreement, yeah an argument She tried to do me so we did it in my apartment, bust it That wasn't the thing, it must have been the way she hit the ceiling 'Cause after that she kept on coming back and catchin' feelings I said, "Let's go, my girl is coming so you gotta leave" She said, "Oh no, I love you Treach" I said, "Now child please" You gots to leave, come grab your coat, right now you gotta go I said, "Now look, you choose the stairs or choose the stair window This was a fling, a little thing, you shouldn't have brought your heart 'Cause you know I was O.P.P., hell, from the very start" Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it's all about When you get down, you can't go 'round runnin' off at the mouth That's rule number one in this O.P.P. establishment You keep your mouth shut and it won't get back to her or him Exciting, isn't it? A special kinda business Many of you will catch the same sorta O.P.P. messing with Him or her, for sure, I'm going to admit it When O.P.P. comes, damn, skippy I'm with it You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (This whole party) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (Come on, come on, come on, let me show you what it's all about) (This whole party) Break it down
Writer(s): Keir Gist, Alphonso Mizell, Deke Richards, Anthony Criss, Vincent Brown, Berry Gordy Jr, Freddie Perren Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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