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"OG Bobby Johnson" (Remix) - Que ft Snoop Dogg, Pusha T & A$AP Ferg [SoundCloud Audio Stream + Lyrics]

Patrick Lyons

by Patrick Lyons

Published February 27, 2014

Already with an "ATL" remix (featuring T.I. and Jeezy) of his smash single "OG Bobby Johnson" under his belt, Que has released another version of the song with a stellar cast. Above, listen to Que, Snoop Dogg, A$AP Ferg and Pusha T spit hot fire on this new remix.

With all four MCs rapping verses that relate in some way to the song's title character, this has to be one of the most vicious tracks of the year so far. Even Snoop, who said he gave up his violent ways when he took on the name "Snoop Lion" in 2012, raps about AK 47s like it's 1994 all over again. Ferg has the most verbose bars here, cramming in several astounding flow patterns, and to close out the track, Pusha T opts for a relaxed, but no less ferocious verse. If Que wasn't already poised to be a big deal in 2014, now he most certainly is.

Check out the lyrics to the "OG Bobby Johnson" remix below, and head over to Snoop Dogg, A$AP Ferg and Pusha T's respective Zumic artist pages for more of their music.

Que ft Snoop Dogg, A$AP Ferg and Pusha T "OG Bobby Johnson" (Remix) lyrics:

[Hook: Que]
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh)
Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!

I'm still hanging with them killers and them convicts
Push start, no key, don't need a locksmith
Pop shit, split your top lip
Chopstick still knock a nigga right up out his Rocksmith
O.G. Bobby Johnson, catch a nigga slippin' while he joggin'
Potato on the end of the Ruger
Bottom of the stick hangin' out like Mr. Cooper
Word on the street, your son he a thief
Your partner got him stealin' radios every week
Told you once jealousy, that's a bitch nigga trait
Better keep the grand cupped so you can watch out for the snakes

[Hook]

Jumped outta big with a bitch
Right hand on my heat, left hand on my dick
Seesaw he rawer than a motherfucker
OG Bobby Johnson, naw nigga never love 'em
OG LB city is the town, run up, get gunned down
Nigga we don't fuck around
Ask Ray Ray, Jay Jay and Kay Kay
Shot a nigga in the day time with an AK
Nigga ain't even on the run, get loose
Turn stick, quick tip, bang mine with the deuce
What it do? All my niggas is realer
But Bobby Johnson is a bona fide killer
Mamma was a hoe, step daddy was a dealer
Yell a brick motherfuckin' bitch burstilla
Nigga, nigga better raise up
Dip my stick, nigga when I blaze up
A's up, K's up
I'm from the dub, but the niggas say tre's up
I am crippin' with niggas in the projects
It's goin' down where the homies hid the bomb at
And don't get caught out of bounds
When your touchdowns shut down, nigga get cut down
Real game, kill game
Bobby Johnson that's my motherfuckin' real name, deuces

[Hook]

Just got off a call with the homie Geno
That's my manager, he be really boostin' my ego
Said you're crack nigga, and every line is a kilo
I said stop playin,' stop drinkin' the calico
Stay out them bars nigga
But really I could kill 'em with these bars nigga
Really give 'em scars nigga
Ice chips on the tooth like Nas nigga
Make me spit cold verse too on these odd niggas
But 50 my favororite rapper, he got shot
8 bullets like Leroy and then he got hot
I feel bad I met 'Preme before he got knocked
Copped four jackets right outta my pot spot
That Ferg apparel, this life of little Darrell
Cee Lo with grown ups, stacks in the barrel
I could talk about my life but [?]
Rather Shabba Ranks with a skank and skeet in her mouth
My daddy it happened, I try to keep her smilin'
And take his little brother out to eat Italian
That my big unc' T Ferg, used to be wylin'
But now we gettin' rapper money, that shit I be pilin'
I got a thing for dark skin and big booties
Just got into model girls, the slim cuties
I'll fuck your industry bitch and say I did it
You'd be surprised, but industry bitches really with it
Sha, Shabba Ranks, Sha Sha, Shabba Ranks
Tryna hump a model chick prolly Tyra Banks
Put the potato on the hammer, let it bang
'Cause I'm OG BObby Johnson, A$AP Mob be the gang

[Hook]

OG like it's South Central
Nigga had brick in the rental
Since I ain't dead or in jail from it
Put my life in this instrumental
OG Bobby Johnson like I'm straight outta Compton
See my boys in the hood, we a menace, it's a problem
Nigga only know about a kilogram
Old school, I could just kill a man
Kids runnin' up to my old school
Get a hundred dollars from the dealer man
I ain't gotta lie in my music
Deal you game, teach you how to use it
If he ain't tryna help you come up
Leave his broke ass, suck a new dick [mine]
Numbers don't lie when the feds takin' score
Cell phone in my name, that's it, nothing more
458 in the driveway
Niggas can't see me on the highway
Got the house sittin' on the water
Pullin' up lookin' like Somalis
Heard one time from a rich nigga
These niggas hoes like a bitch nigga
Like the last song on my album
Stay the fuck away from a snitch nigga, wooo!

[Hook]

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Source: Que Official SoundCloud Page

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