What You Heard 'Bout OP

Lyrics and vocals Jake Zim and Doug Anderson
Popovich!
(Chorus)
I dont know what you heard bout O.P.
But they come to get the dollar out O.P.
No LD, no Voigt, no ELC
Kicking back letting my bankroll stack at G.O.P.
I dont know what you heard bout O.P.
But they come to get the dollar out O.P.
No Town n Gown, no Lida, no CRC
Tuesday catching action at your local G.O.P.
(Verse 1)
Hes in the MBA club, thinking bout dollars,
He got a thing for that bling-bling, that white collars,
That input - output processll make his girl holler,
Due diligence with a 2nd year at the Ramada,
Getting hectic measuring metrics, but he such a baller,
Get bent where mo neys spent on green lint just cause he wanna,
Action hotter than a sauna, one winner, lotta o ughtas,
But no law and order to who gets cards and whos just smarter.
He like the rules, he got the tools, he thinks tonights his night,
All day in class dreaming bout playing his card just right,
He buys- in, embraces sin and calls for Camille,
First deal, what a steal. Boom! Re- invents the wheel.
He aint that player tryin to holla cause he wants some hands
Hes just that playa trying holla cause his damn sweat glands
Said the market for their product was in high demand
So they called Bassok direct from the Holy Land
Who said at maximum capacity youll have no chance
to bluff her out of her Trojan Barbie underpants.
Look baby this is simple, you cant see
Its the O-C-T
A-G-O-N
Par to the T
(Chorus)
I dont know what you heard bout O.P.
But they come to get the dollar out O.P.
No 8 a.m., no VPN, no C4C
They swerve whips, cut chips at G.O.P.
I dont know what you heard bout O.P.
But they come to get the dollar out O.P.
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No textbooks, no traffic, no SUV? (What?)
Getting dealt on green felt at G.O.P.
(Verse II)
Im at the final table see, yall can holla at me
No sucker dead money, yall can call me DC
Not what you seen on TV, no celebrity
Axe swinging Golden Bear call me Vik Dalvi
Come get money with me, if youre curious to see,
I always had it in me, yall can call me CP
Roll in the Benz with me, you can watch the TV
Paging Doctor Alan Young, yeah, thats what they call me.
You can pop some champagne. You can have it all.
Or you can throw us all a G.O.P. luncheon at the Law
Steven- Holzer Jason - Gorman in for what theyre worth
Like Luke and Princess Leia, separated at birth.
Rookie Dave Jun and Steve Jang think its likely
Hated or traded theyll be paid like Rony Seikaly
You make the final eight, your past aint shit.
You got no friends, no colleagues. No confidants.
Popovich!
(Chorus)
I dont know what you heard bout O.P.
But they come to get the dollar out O.P.
No student loans, no lines at JKP
Kicking back letting my bankroll stack at G.O.P.
I dont know what you heard bout O.P.
But they come to get the dollar out O.P.
No Core Rep, no stank breff and no sleep
Tuesday catching action at your local G.O.P.
(Verse III)
Tuesday morning early, Ho lzers wakey wakey,
Yawns, rocking long johns, hands off snakey snakey
Popovich Café, croissants flaky flaky
Hits his class, no questions asked, today hes shaky shaky.
Celly starts to bubble, screen reads mom, thats trouble
Paris Hilton voice mail, see ya like the Hubbell
At the game takes his seat to defeat elite brothers
Taking bids on hungry kids just like Sally Struthers
Nocturnal, wipes his ass with the Wall Street Journal
Loves his maternal, but shes tough to chew like popcorn kernels.
Hes convinced,
Future poker players
Are sending robots back in time,
To kill his mom before hes born
So be warned,
Around the horn, alliances get torn,
Whos the first gentleman to get shorn?
Dave Jun, first-timer, congrats on being born
You made the final table now no need to be forlorn.
Next to face the fire, an Octagon frequent flyer
We didnt know if CP had the minerals, but we knew he had desire
O - N C E A G A I N O U T T H E
Money R I P DC
Steve Jang went out when Holzer fished the river.
Ace of hearts for the flush, Steves Kings could not deliver.
Gorman at the Regal Beagle with Larry, Jack and Mr. Furley,
But threes company so hes out like Bobby Hurley.
Short stacked Alan had no choice but go all in,
But Holzer gets the flop, pair of 7s, pair of Kings.
Hes internationally known and locally respected,
Vik Dalvi was the nemesis that Holzer now expected.
The final two go heads up, gladiators on the felt,
A muck here, a bluff there battling for the belt.
The crowd avowed to be loud,
Cheering with each table turning,
Proud and well endowed,
The winner would have to report his earnings.
A queen of hearts on the river,
The dream of all young boys.
Holzer wins the belt and the n the party made some noise.
It just goes to show what the Dude knew was true,
Sometimes you eat the bar, sometimes the bar eats you.
(Chorus)

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