Can't See Us

Ah, What, Ah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Yo can't see these G's

Players and Riders from the ORC

We the dopest clique there eva gon' be

Straight up outta the dirty bay, ooh wee

Cali hits is what we bring

Nothin' less, only the best from the West so uh,

Get up outta ya seat baby

And let me see ya do the Gospel boggie, ah

Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie

Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie

Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie

Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie

Organized worldwide with a gang of members

Bony Bone Corleone make 'em all surrender

I'm the boss of the clique

The E-D-O-Gs to represent ORC recognize

Devil's meet they demise when I subtract

Suckas off the map

Click-clock locked and loaded, my crew exploded

And the blood downpour-ded

Get ready for that Oscar-winning drama

Bringin' trauma to that tail like an abusive Mamma

Imma get busy like a killer bee 'cause

The ORC got more game than Chuck on the Re

Comin' out the West Coast with that Cali love

Home of the body baggin of the bloody glove

'peat my style, wild like T-Bone be psychotic,

We got the winning team with Chase and Dante on it

Pit bull off the clique with the bite in me

You can't see this organized rhyme dynasty

Yo can't see these G's

Players and Riders from the ORC

We the dopest clique there eva gon' be

Straight up outta the dirty bay, ooh wee

Cali hits is what we bring

Nothin' less, only the best from the West so uh,

Get up outta ya seat baby

And let me see ya (do the Gospel boggie, ah)

(Yeah) Organized rhyme gangstas connected

From ghetto to ghetto and city to city we worldwide respected

Feared and rejected, beats perfected

No need for a nine--Holy ghost protected

This the dawn of the rap clique

Don't trip, spit lyrical rhymes reachin' them killas and them convicts

Piru, B-doggs, and them shaw crips

And street pimps with these West Coast bomb hits

It's been 12 years, still can't see my clique

Sick with the spit

Tell them prayer haters, get a grip

And don't trip, this a brand new apocalypse

Two double O three, and there ain't no stoppin' this

From California to the projects of the boogie down

We infamous for bringing that Gospel God-core sound

You can't see O-R-G-A-N-I-Z-E-D-R-H-Y-M-E.

Yo can't see these G's

Players and Riders from the ORC

We the dopest clique there eva gon' be

Straight up outta the dirty bay, ooh wee

Cali hits is what we bring

Nothin' less, only the best from the West so uh,

Get up outta ya seat baby

And let me see ya do the Gospel boggie

We done been in this game for years

Made me un-ah-nee-ma

La position had a business like Iltali mahn EE

Delicioso, mafioso

Now we spit these lyrical hollow points like Selly Sell

And you can't see the O-R-Crew

Start the chainsaw, oh-rah-TOO

Peligroso, like a shoot out, with the po-po

The hydros with no struts in tha low-low

Ya'll must be crazy tryin' to mess with an assassin

I'm flashin and blastin anyone harrassin' for the gadget thrashin'

If they asking, tell 'em Bone said it

Leave ya black and blue with a lyrical whoopin'

Callin' the paramedics

Ya'll can't see us like a cheetah in the jungle

You're all bark, we're all bite, ready to rumble

Yo can't see these G's

Players and Riders from the ORC

We the dopest clique there eva gon' be

Straight up outta the dirty bay, ooh wee

Cali hits is what we bring

Nothin' less, only the best from the West so uh,

Get up outta ya seat baby

And let me see ya do the Gospel boggie, ah

Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie

Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie

Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie

Gospel boogie, do the Gospel boogie

Yo can't see these G's

Players and Riders from the ORC

We the dopest clique there eva gon' be

Straight up outta the dirty bay, ooh wee

Cali hits is what we bring

Nothin' less, only the best from the West so uh,

Get up outta ya seat baby

And let me see ya do the Gospel boggie, ah

Organized rhyme forever, baby

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