La Quete
Who's down with O.P.P. (Every last homie)
You down with O.P.P. (Yeah you know me) 3X
Who's down with O.P.P. (All the homies)
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take it frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin', shoutin', singin' it
O is for Other, P is for People scratch your temple
The last P...well...that's not that simple
It's sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten
It's five little letters that are missin' here
You get on occasion at the other party as a game 'n
It seems I gotta start to
Chinese Whispers
Such a sensitive opinion in one so young
Would you like to know about everything that we've done
You believe what you read in the printed lies
But you won't believe the evidence of your own eyes
And yes I've done a lot of things that you'd probably call a crime
But I don't feel guilty for anything
All the tongues waggle but we just smile
That'll keep the little buggers going for a while
I live within natural justice, I understand nature's law
But as for your Christian morals . . .
Oh, how you love this, how you love it
You go out and you find it
How you love it, how you love it
Such horror, oh such a farce, a little bit of broken glass
You should think yourself lucky that this was done
You'll have something you can whine about for years to come