Ol’Otis
The Picasso of the Ghetto
I’m outta Cali by the end of the year
I walked up on her and was almost paralyzed
Her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrup
Eyes beaming like 4 karats a piece, just blindin' a nikka ...
Ice cold Angry Orchard on a warm night
She didn’t know what was going onWhen she grabbed ol girl by the hair, that white girl in the back had to nerve to drop her jaw on some .