Ole - J-Live, Oddy Gato

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