Ohla La La
R.O.M.E. Lyrics
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M.O.P., uhh, X to the Z
Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it
One time, X, where you at my nigga? Fiyaah
I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes
Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space
I got y'all, runnin' in place, cut to the heart of the subject
Ain't nothin above it, we stomp y'all religiously
Watchin' paper thugs tryin' to hide behind the industry
From here to infinity, love thy enemy
Niggaz got the knowledge but don't know the chemistry
All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps
With baseball bats, 'til fame hit you with me till mini-mac
Full body black fatigues, lungs black from weed
In black limo tinted SUV's with Bill
Still, world, famous
The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain we're
Heartless and painless, it's dangerous to strangers
That try to change us, knowin' we're anxious to flame 'em
You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' them thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
We ready to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
Watch where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga
You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' them thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
We ready to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
Watch where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga
You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D.
From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G.
M.O.P., and X to the Z
Is a friend of our family, yeah my nigga
For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players
I rub you under your face with single-edged razors
Cold street intelligence, O.G.'s and Rebel Men
Grip quick, cock squeeze and Level Men to settle it
From L.A. to B.K., from B.K. to L.A.
Persistent and insistant on doin' it our way
Do you really wanna fuck with Danze?
When he comin' with them thugs in the van
Double clutch in his hands, my nigga
Make the world flame, face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster
Y'all niggaz akin to God and gangsters
It's the M dot, to the O dot, to the P
With X to the Z hot, what's happenin'?
You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' them thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
We ready to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
Watch where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga
You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' them thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
We ready to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
Watch where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga
Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later
Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it
Look alive, these streets is complicated
Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later
Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it
Look alive, these streets is complicated
You got problems with us? Start poppin'
I get in yo' chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn't stop it
Let's move on 'em, must move on 'em
Rush in, gun-bustin', black seven plus tools on 'em
Never snooze on 'em, I'm short, haven't got room for 'em
I send you to God with no shoes
Clueless, real G's run this, we rule this
If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, let's do this
No question, no half-steppin'
Streets is my profession, heat in my possession
Hollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the signs
Say, "No Smokin'", but our guns got cancer
Yeah, 'cause I'm not, what you thought I was
Like my career was gon' fade like a fuckin' buzz
Raise the stakes high, I solidify
The grip that I keep on shit, get off my dick
You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' them thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
We ready to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
Watch where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga
You want problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' them thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
We ready to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do you?
Watch where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga
The above lyrics of R.O.M.E.'s song "Ohla La La" seem to be discussing the world of gangster rap and the struggles that come with it. The opening lines mention spreading hate like Taliban records and tapes, which could be interpreted as a nod to the violent and extreme nature of the Taliban regime. The lyrics go on to discuss the importance of being tough and aggressive in the rap industry, with lines like "We stomp y'all religiously" and "Ain't nothin' above it." The song also seems to criticize those who try to hide behind the industry and paper thug personas, suggesting that true gangsters are always straight from the gutter.
The chorus repeats the line "You want problems, I'ma bring 'em to you" which seems to be a warning to anyone who wants to mess with the rapper. The lyrics mention cocking guns and being ready to fight, along with mocking those who talk impressively but don't actually mean it. The closing lines of the song bring the discussion back to the streets, with the rapper urging listeners to be aware of their surroundings and look alive because these streets are complicated.
Overall, the lyrics of "Ohla La La" are an intense and aggressive take on the world of gangster rap, with a focus on toughness, authenticity, and the struggles that come with life in the streets.
Line by Line Meaning
I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes
I'm spreading hate like the Taliban spreads their message through their records and tapes.
Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space
I need some room to breathe, so I'm shooting my gun towards the sky five times.
I got y'all, runnin' in place, cut to the heart of the subject
I'm keeping you all stuck in one place, while I get straight to the point of the matter.
Mash out niggaz, straight from the gutter you love it
I'm fighting hard against people from the streets, and you all seem to enjoy it.
Ain't nothin above it, we stomp y'all religiously
We don't hold back and make sure to completely crush anyone and anything in our way.
Watchin' paper thugs tryin' to hide behind the industry
We see through those fake tough guys who try to hide behind their wealth and status in the industry.
From here to infinity, love thy enemy
We believe in loving even our enemies, no matter how long it takes.
Niggaz got the knowledge but don't know the chemistry
People may have the knowledge, but without the proper chemistry, they can't make things work.
All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps
We'll come at you from all angles, including inside your baseball hat and kneecaps.
With baseball bats, 'til fame hit you with me till mini-mac
We'll use baseball bats and other weapons until fame hits us with a mini-mac (a small automatic weapon).
Full body black fatigues, lungs black from weed
We wear all black and smoke so much that our lungs turn black.
In black limo tinted SUV's with Bill
We ride in black SUVs with tinted windows and possibly someone named Bill.
Heartless and painless, it's dangerous to strangers
We have no sympathy or mercy and can be dangerous to strangers.
That try to change us, knowin' we're anxious to flame 'em
Anyone who tries to change us knows we're ready and willing to start a fight.
For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players
This is for all of you fake and wannabe tough guys out there.
I rub you under your face with single-edged razors
I'll cut your face with a single-edged razor.
Cold street intelligence, O.G.'s and Rebel Men
We have street smarts and experienced leaders and rebels on our side.
From L.A. to B.K., from B.K. to L.A.
We're representing both Los Angeles and Brooklyn, and everywhere in between.
If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, let's do this
If you want to engage in some criminal activity, we're all in.
Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
We will track down, harm, punish, and despise anyone who hates on us.
Hollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the signs
Hollow-tipped bullets are the answer to our problems, and it's clear if you look around.
Yeah, 'cause I'm not, what you thought I was
I'm not the person you thought I was.
Like my career was gon' fade like a fuckin' buzz
People thought my career was going to disappear quickly like a buzz.
Raise the stakes high, I solidify
I'm raising the stakes and making my presence known.
The grip that I keep on shit, get off my dick
I have a strong hold on what I'm doing, so stop bothering me about it.
Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Written by: XZIBIT, ERIC MURRY, JAMAL GRINNAGE
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UNILIBRADO
I remember when this joint dropped years ago. Still hits hard whenever Im feeling in need of motivation
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Dreww Gonzalez
Shits been lit with this one! y'all slept on homie big time
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Jon Cletas
I remember being on OS back when his campaign was poppin, just stumbled on this lit af
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TIMMY Talavera
BaD Azz Fuckin Track!! B. Y .I. All Day!!!!!
kevin carreno
Real shit