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Talk of the Town Video (MV)




Performed By: Ottie
Language: English
Length: 3:27
Written by: Otis Williams III




Ottie - Talk of the Town Lyrics




Blicka blocka Blow
I got something that a knock

A nigga down

I been walking round heavy
For a while

Way before it was a style
I remember watching belly as a child

Practicing how ima
Lay a nigga down

Walk up on em
Creep up on em

Through the crowd

No sudden movements
Or talking allowed

He test his luck
He outta luck

He know what's up
He getting touched

Now he the talk of the town

I ain't gotta bitch bone
In my body

It ain't shit to drop
A body

Go and celebrate the same day

I know of them niggas slide
And they take one of mine

They gone probably
Try to go and do the same thang

Dicks bussin
And hitting pussies

It's a gangbang

SouthSide one 5
Uptown Maine

You move loose
Like you never been around game

Mama and daddy had it
I guess it

Trickled down to me

Looking through the sights
Barrel slightly tilted

Down on em

Yeah nigga that's how you do it
They say I don't think

And some times I'm too foolish

Young and dangerous
Living life so imprudent

I only f*ck with real
If it's fake I'm gone rebuke it

Intelligent and handsome
Classroom nuisance

6 shots on me
In this little 22's

No white flags
No treaties

No truces

Don't matter what it is
Give it to me

Ima use it
Stuck in '04

All I know is go stupid
I love sending shots

Cock and aim like Cupid
They say they catch chills

From the lyrics in my music

I got dirt in my cuts
And pressure on my bruises

At any given moment
I could spazz out

And lose it

Chose for this shit
I ain't have a choice to choose it

Betta use your head
Before you lose it

Blicka blocka Blow
I got something that a knock

A nigga down

I been walking round heavy
For a while

Way before it was a style
I remember watching belly as a child

Practicing how ima
Lay a nigga down

Walk up on em
Creep up on em

Through the crowd

No sudden movements
Or talking allowed

He test his luck
He outta luck

He know what's up
He getting touched

Now he the talk of the town

I got this bitch on me
I'm everyplace You think I don't

Try me if you think I don't
It's gone be a murder

Shots fired up close
It's the same ole thang

Just trying a new approach
I'm a hardbody youngin

That they didn't think would float
Underdog at all times

When I prevail I do the most
I'm smooth like butter

But I always keep the toast
Shooter like Tommy

But I'm smart like ghost
I'm Dirty like Kurt

But I'm clean like soap
And I got something mean

Under this jean coat
Don't get left on the scene

If you Thinkin it's a joke
Homerun hitter

Like that man Sammy Sosa
You can be Batman

And I'll be the joker
Just know that you gone feel me

When it's all done and over
When it's all done and over

Blicka blocka Blow
I got something that a knock

A nigga down

I been walking round heavy
For a while

Way before it was a style
I remember watching belly as a child

Practicing how ima
Lay a nigga down

Walk up on em
Creep up on em

Through the crowd

No sudden movements
Or talking allowed

He test his luck
He outta luck

He know what's up
He getting touched

Now he the talk of the town
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Blicka blocka Blow
I got something that a knock

A nigga down

I been walking round heavy
For a while

Way before it was a style
I remember watching belly as a child

Practicing how ima
Lay a nigga down

Walk up on em
Creep up on em

Through the crowd

No sudden movements
Or talking allowed

He test his luck
He outta luck

He know what's up
He getting touched

Now he the talk of the town

I ain't gotta bitch bone
In my body

It ain't shit to drop
A body

Go and celebrate the same day

I know of them niggas slide
And they take one of mine

They gone probably
Try to go and do the same thang

Dicks bussin
And hitting pussies

It's a gangbang

SouthSide one 5
Uptown Maine

You move loose
Like you never been around game

Mama and daddy had it
I guess it

Trickled down to me

Looking through the sights
Barrel slightly tilted

Down on em

Yeah nigga that's how you do it
They say I don't think

And some times I'm too foolish

Young and dangerous
Living life so imprudent

I only f*ck with real
If it's fake I'm gone rebuke it

Intelligent and handsome
Classroom nuisance

6 shots on me
In this little 22's

No white flags
No treaties

No truces

Don't matter what it is
Give it to me

Ima use it
Stuck in '04

All I know is go stupid
I love sending shots

Cock and aim like Cupid
They say they catch chills

From the lyrics in my music

I got dirt in my cuts
And pressure on my bruises

At any given moment
I could spazz out

And lose it

Chose for this shit
I ain't have a choice to choose it

Betta use your head
Before you lose it

Blicka blocka Blow
I got something that a knock

A nigga down

I been walking round heavy
For a while

Way before it was a style
I remember watching belly as a child

Practicing how ima
Lay a nigga down

Walk up on em
Creep up on em

Through the crowd

No sudden movements
Or talking allowed

He test his luck
He outta luck

He know what's up
He getting touched

Now he the talk of the town

I got this bitch on me
I'm everyplace You think I don't

Try me if you think I don't
It's gone be a murder

Shots fired up close
It's the same ole thang

Just trying a new approach
I'm a hardbody youngin

That they didn't think would float
Underdog at all times

When I prevail I do the most
I'm smooth like butter

But I always keep the toast
Shooter like Tommy

But I'm smart like ghost
I'm Dirty like Kurt

But I'm clean like soap
And I got something mean

Under this jean coat
Don't get left on the scene

If you Thinkin it's a joke
Homerun hitter

Like that man Sammy Sosa
You can be Batman

And I'll be the joker
Just know that you gone feel me

When it's all done and over
When it's all done and over

Blicka blocka Blow
I got something that a knock

A nigga down

I been walking round heavy
For a while

Way before it was a style
I remember watching belly as a child

Practicing how ima
Lay a nigga down

Walk up on em
Creep up on em

Through the crowd

No sudden movements
Or talking allowed

He test his luck
He outta luck

He know what's up
He getting touched

Now he the talk of the town
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Writer: Otis Williams III
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