Oz
Machine and the Synergetic Nuts Lyrics


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Yeah

Early morning cutting corners
Rolling up this marijuana
Stole it straight from California homie what do you got on it?
My cup holder filled with Tropicana
Couple grams of Aunt Jemima
In my hand like candid camera
Vibing to that Country Grammar
Pulling up to Grandma's, I smell bacon, eggs are scrambled
Hoppin' out then ol' boy ran up my dog grabbed the MC Hammer
Blammer blammer make him dance
And watch him run up out their sandals
But fuck all that, where's my sandwich
Let's blaze up and change the channels
Look on TV and I see me
With that Chief Wahoo on my beanie
Wild Boy video on repeat
Only white boy on BET
Ez Widers, hydroponics
Roll one tall as Spike Lee
You ain't never seen a motherfucker do it like me, Kells

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top (yeah bitch)

Rolling out, smoking up
Cleveland boys don't give a fuck
Eighteen hundred fill my cup, being sober sucks
I'ma spend a hundred bucks on a Oz
Gotta call Big Chuck he the OG
And get a zone for the low cause I'm lil bro
Everybody on the Eastside know me
Westside get it cracking and the fact of the matter is
Whether I'm standing on Denison Ave or I'm in the Valley
I'm bringing a Grammy back to the city this is the anthem
Have P. Diddy on St. Clair dancing, Kells
Used to ride RTA a dollar fifty every meter, food
Wasn't guaranteed I stole my meals out of Arabica, speakers
Blasting my own shit, bow tie on the jet on my grown shit
Court side at the game with the owner
And sell the same arena out when I'm homesick
God damn I'm a fool
Couple hundred diamonds in the tooth
Couple hundred bitches in the pool
And out of a couple hundred rappers I am the truth
That's why I get a couple hundred when I'm in the booth
Still I keep that

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top (look)

I come straight from the bottom
No hot water for showers
Stole a jacket from Target
Gotta go to court in two hours
I'm at Dub's house on Way Street
Swooped up Slim off of Harvard
Drove down Dove to see Casie
Let's take it back where we started
When I had that

Ounce in my pocket (bitch), ducking the cops (bando)
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top (yeah yeah)




Ounce in my pocket (ha) ducking the cops (one time)
Came from the bottom now I get high at the top

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Oz" by Machine and the Synergetic Nuts give listeners a glimpse into the life of Machine Gun Kelly (Kells), an American rapper, singer, and songwriter, as he reflects on his past struggles and celebrates his success. The song starts with Kells driving around in the early morning with marijuana in his cup holder and a couple of grams of Aunt Jemima in his hand. He reminisces about stealing the weed from California and seeing himself on BET as the only white boy. The chorus repeats the phrase "Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops, Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top" twice, serving as a reminder of his ascent from rags to riches.


Throughout the verses, Kells's raps reveal his background, growing up on the Eastside of Cleveland, where he faced adversity and had to steal to survive. He talks about his hustle to make ends meet, and how music became his passion and salvation. Kells also boasts about the success he has achieved and his plans for the future, including bringing a Grammy back to Cleveland and giving back to his community.


The song "Oz" not only shows Kells's storytelling ability but also demonstrates his versatility as an artist. He blends elements of rock and rap, switching between singing and rapping effortlessly. The song's catchy beat and relatable lyrics have made it a fan favorite, earning it millions of views on YouTube and topping the charts.


Line by Line Meaning

Early morning cutting corners
I'm taking shortcuts to get ahead


Rolling up this marijuana
I'm smoking weed


Stole it straight from California homie what do you got on it?
I got weed from California, what you got?


My cup holder filled with Tropicana
I'm drinking Tropicana juice


Couple grams of Aunt Jemima
I have some drugs with me


In my hand like candid camera
I'm holding something like a camera


Vibing to that Country Grammar
I'm enjoying the music 'Country Grammar'


Pulling up to Grandma's, I smell bacon, eggs are scrambled
I'm pulling up to my grandma's house and smelling breakfast cooking


Hoppin' out then ol' boy ran up my dog grabbed the MC Hammer
Someone tried to approach me and my dog attacked him


Blammer blammer make him dance
I made him dance by hitting him


And watch him run up out their sandals
He ran away without his shoes


But fuck all that, where's my sandwich
I don't care about that, where's my sandwich?


Let's blaze up and change the channels
Let's smoke weed and watch TV


Look on TV and I see me
I see myself on TV


With that Chief Wahoo on my beanie
I'm wearing a beanie with Chief Wahoo on it


Wild Boy video on repeat
I'm watching the 'Wild Boy' video on repeat


Only white boy on BET
I'm the only white person on BET


Ez Widers, hydroponics
I have rolling paper and hydroponic weed


Roll one tall as Spike Lee
I'm rolling a joint as long as Spike Lee


You ain't never seen a motherfucker do it like me, Kells
No one can do it like me


Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops
I have an ounce of drugs with me and avoiding the police


Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
I came from nothing and now I'm successful


Rolling out, smoking up
I'm leaving and smoking weed


Cleveland boys don't give a fuck
People from Cleveland don't care


Eighteen hundred fill my cup, being sober sucks
I have $1800 in my cup, being sober isn't fun


I'ma spend a hundred bucks on a Oz
I'm spending $100 on an ounce of drugs


Gotta call Big Chuck he the OG
I need to call Big Chuck, he's the original gangster


And get a zone for the low cause I'm lil bro
I'm getting a good deal because I'm young


Everybody on the Eastside know me
Everyone on the Eastside knows me


Westside get it cracking and the fact of the matter is
Things are getting busy on the Westside


Whether I'm standing on Denison Ave or I'm in the Valley
It doesn't matter if I'm in Denison Ave or the Valley


I'm bringing a Grammy back to the city this is the anthem
I'm going to win a Grammy and this is the anthem


Have P. Diddy on St. Clair dancing, Kells
I want P. Diddy to dance on St. Clair and it's Kells


Used to ride RTA a dollar fifty every meter, food
I used to take the bus and pay $1.50 for each meter and food


Wasn't guaranteed I stole my meals out of Arabica, speakers
I wasn't guaranteed food and I stole it from Arabica and speakers


Blasting my own shit, bow tie on the jet on my grown shit
I'm playing my own music loudly and wearing a bow tie on my private jet


Court side at the game with the owner
I'm sitting next to the owner of the court-side game


And sell the same arena out when I'm homesick
I can sell out the same arena even when I'm not home


God damn I'm a fool
I'm foolish


Couple hundred diamonds in the tooth
I have a few hundred diamonds in my tooth


Couple hundred bitches in the pool
I have a few hundred women in the pool


And out of a couple hundred rappers I am the truth
Out of hundreds of rappers, I'm the real deal


That's why I get a couple hundred when I'm in the booth
I get hundreds of dollars for my music


I come straight from the bottom
I came from nothing


No hot water for showers
I don't have hot water for my showers


Stole a jacket from Target
I stole a jacket from Target


Gotta go to court in two hours
I have to go to court in two hours


I'm at Dub's house on Way Street
I'm at Dub's house on Way Street


Swooped up Slim off of Harvard
I picked up Slim from Harvard


Drove down Dove to see Casie
I drove down Dove to see Casie


Let's take it back where we started
Let's go back to where we began




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Michael John Mule, Isaac John De Boni, James Gregory Scheffer, Nikolas Marzouca, Richard Colson Baker, George Jr. Clinton, Grace (Usa 2 Cook

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