[Intro: Gangsta Pat]
Yeah, O.J. Murder Story Remix, mothaf**ka
Drop that sh*t
[Verse: Gangsta Pat]
I'm on my way out to California, Brickwood is my destination
I'm pickin' up two ki's, gotta make that cheese, ain't no hesitation
Fresh off the highway, gotta get back up to the main intersection
This busta a** n***a
Done f**ked around and gave me wrong directions
I'm lost like a mothaf**ka
Better get some information quick
I kept on ballin' for a minute, then I spot this b*t*h
This hoe was so fine, mane, big t**ties, she was good to go
A nice lil' blonde b*t*h, with skin that was white as snow
I said "what's your name, b*t*h?"
She said her name was Nicole
I said "where you headin'?"
She said "with you if you let me roll"
"Sh*t, hop in, b*t*h, you ain't said sh*t but a word"
I made a U-Turn so fast, ran my a** on the f**kin' curb
We got to her crib, I said to myself "this b*t*h is livin' swell"
F**k them two ki's, mane, I need to hit this b*t*h, she bailed
I lit up a swisher, and I looked on the wall and said "oh, sh*t!"
"I know this ain't who I think it is on this picture, b*t*h"
I said "is this O.J.?"
That b*t*h nodded her head yes
I hurry up and got up, and I kicked that b*t*h in her f**kin' chest
"Where you know this n***a from? How you get this crib, b*t*h?"
The b*t*h said "I'm married to the n***a, and he's filthy rich"
At that very moment, I knew I had ran up on the stain
I kicked that b*t*h again
And I reached in my draws, and pulled out that thang
Put it up to that b*t*h head
And I said to myself "I'mma get paid at last"
"B*t*h, I'mma kill you if you don't take me straight to your stash!"
We headed up stairs, and I had that Glock to the b*t*h dome, right
I can feel that hoe tremblin', with her body so full of fright
We got to the b*t*h room
And I slammed that hoe down on the floor
I started to rape her, but I heard this strange knock at the door
Now who could this be, f**king up my stain?
They must be served
I told that b*t*h "shhhh, be quiet, don't say a f**kin' word"
I bail downstairs, and I looked at the window, and I seen this trick
He f**kin' up my stain, so I better get rid of this n***a quick
I opened up the door, and I said "Come in, let me take your coat"
When he turned his head, I stuck him twice and I slit his throat
I dragged his body into this room, and I locked the door
I blew back upstairs to get finished rapin' on that ho
When I got back to the room
That b*t*h had vanished without a trace
I heard some gla** breakin', that b*t*h led me on a chase
I chased that b*t*h down the stairs
To the front door and I beat her down
I stuck on that b*t*h until her bloody body hit the ground
I slit that b*t*h throat, as well, and I bail from the murder scene
I'm back on the highway ballin', I done made my getaway clean
[Outro: Gangsta Pat]
Innocent mothaf**ka, hahahaha
We on in this b*t*h
And I'll see you in Hell