Somethin' 'bout The Goldie In Me Lyrics - Singles - Mc Hammer

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me 

Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack 

When I hear this song 

It makes an O.G. feel phat 

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me 

Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack 

When I hear this song 

It makes an O.G. feel phat 

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me 

That makes me laugh at these wannabes 

'Cause they been watchin' too much TV 

Rambo and Clint Eastwood got ya trippin' 

But the Goldie in me 

Keeps me thinkin' 'bout my group and never slippin' 

In that played out tread 

'Cause most O.G.'s are in the pen or fresh out 

And when I hear rappers like you call me wack 

I laugh and just say over twenty million sold 

Can you buy that? 

Yeah, fake rappers are surreal 

You don't hear me though, I thought ya knew 

I'm a certified player, you see 

'Cause of the girls, the girls, they love me 

And no matter what my critics say 

They all know that I'm mackin' this fame 

'Cause fools can't recognize game 

I refuse to be a wannabe 

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me, yeah 

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me 

Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack 

When I hear this song 

It makes an O.G. feel phat 

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me 

Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack 

When I hear this song 

It makes an O.G. feel phat 

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me 

See I'm a G 

Hangin' wit fools like Big Loose 

Crossecuse, and Killa Week 

Just some hard knuckleheads from the east side 

Where we used to squab, shoot 'em down 

Collect ends, and high side and rise 

And get between thighs on the day to day 

Craps, big bank take little bank, were games we like to play 

Rollin' down east 14, the brothers be trippin' 

They hear the cats be slippin' 

'Cause the moves be quick to zippin' 

Pickin' up freaks every other block, wherever the ride stop 

The girls flock, and all the homies jock, sock 

Bustas makin' smart remarks, I'm quick to bust ya 

Never worry about my back, because I'm rollin' wit some hustlas 

And we don't sell, we bail 

Creep through the hood wit pockets fatter than the Goodyear blimp 

Yeah, an oak town player, G 

It's got to be the Goldie in me 

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me 

Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack 

When I hear this song 

It makes an O.G. feel phat 

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me 

Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack 

When I hear this song 

It makes an O.G. feel phat