Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Delinquent Habits
Delinquent Habits
Performer
O.G. Style
O.G. Style
Vocals
Dorian "Doe" Johnson
Dorian "Doe" Johnson
Keyboards
Ives
Ives
Vocals
Kemo
Kemo
Vocals
Hurricane G.
Hurricane G.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ivan Scott Martin
Ivan Scott Martin
Lyrics
David Thomas
David Thomas
Composer
Alex Martinez
Alex Martinez
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
O.G. Style
O.G. Style
Producer
Dorian "Doe" Johnson
Dorian "Doe" Johnson
Mixing Engineer
Davina Bussey
Davina Bussey
Engineer

Lyrics

This be for the hard-core O.G. real funk fans The ones that pumpin' up the party, jump and shake your hands And let your joint blaze smoke up and get a little higher If the cherry goes out then relight the fire Pump it up and do this swing for mine baby Ives in the party y'all time to get crazy Swing it left, swing it right, swing it back and to the front ha No takin' or the fakin' cause we givin' what you want ha Pure bread born and raised the underground system My recipes so ill you'll think I'm crazy if I list 'em So I choose to freak it from the dawn till the light To let you listen' hard to what it be like What it be like, tell me what it be like What it really be like, what it really be like What it, what it be like, tell me what it be like Do you know what it be like 'cause I know what it be like What it be like, tell me what it be like What it really be like, what it really be like What it, what it be like, tell me what it be like Do you know what it be like 'cause I know what it be like I'm steppin' up back up straight up so delinquente You won't be saying shit after I sock you in the frente So what's it gonna be sucka what it be like? As I descend from the trend every muthafuckin' night And so I gotta keep the rhymes kinda funky you know I'm still rollin' in the jacked up chevy '64 You need to ease back sucka you need to pipe down Delinquent type of hound is what you're gettin' from the realm When I'm steppin' through the fog my dogs are kinda fatal I'll swat you like a fly that's on my kitchen table If another day ends still a new dawn breaks And once again I'm droppin' shit upon this 2 inch tape What it be like, tell me what it be like What it really be like, what it really be like What it, what it be like, tell me what it be like Do you know what it be like 'cause I know what it be like What it be like, tell me what it be like What it really be like, what it really be like What it, what it be like, tell me what it be like Do you know what it be like 'cause I know what it be like See this be like discussion of the facts over hip-hop chords The lower east side allow me kick the funk no fraud See it's the third time for the ives my news flash No matter what I'm still gonna be the poor white trash Diggin' up and out the ghetto, hard raised and rockin' From back spinnin' from freakin' the beat and pop lockin' From early days I'm steppin' to the battle like a vulture It's all just a part of the hip-hop culture What it be like, tell me what it be like What it really be like, what it really be like What it, what it be like, tell me what it be like Do you know what it be like 'cause I know what it be like What it be like, tell me what it be like What it really be like, what it really be like What it, what it be like, tell me what it be like Do you know what it be like 'cause I know what it be like
Writer(s): Ivan Scott Martin, David Lewis Keimonti Thomas, Alejandro Martinez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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