Omar La'teef

Omar La'teef

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Bouncy, club ready, hip hop beats with MC to MC lyrics spoken with a "just in case you wanna trip" vibe. Definitely pounding for the streets.

Biography

Omar La’Teef
Biography

The West Coast is in dire need of a new talent to re-hoist the flag of hip hop dominance. Omar La'Teef is just the man for the job. He is a breath of fresh air. He will focus the attention of the music industry on South Central.

Omar La’Teef has been a member of ASCAP since 2001. His style is straight forward and honest. His lyrics are loaded with clever but easy to understand metaphors. His presence on the mic is strong and concise. He also provides enough real world sensibilities for those who like "swaggerific" flows. His street mentality never spirals out of control. His focus is quite clear. Hip hop for the streets.

Performance Experience

• 100.3 the Beat Sunkist Sun lab contest to open at Summer Jam 1999, 2000, 2001
• Power 106 at Los Angeles Trade and Technical College 2000
• Auditioned for Sean “P Diddy” Combs for Making the Band 2002
• Source/Mountain Dew Promotional Tour 2002
• Auditioned for Xzibit’s rap showcase Rhyme Night 2003
• Performed weekly and co-hosted underground hip-hop spot Project Blowed in Lemeirt Park 2001-2003
• Performed at Stevie’s on the Strip in Universal City 2003
• Opened up for Slim Kid Tre of the Pharcyde 2004
• Performed with Akil the MC of Jurassic5 2007

Omar La’Teef found an interest in hip hop when he was 12 years old.

"I saw LL Cool J in the movie Krush Groove and wanted to do the same thing. I want the streets to feel me, the ladies to bounce to it, and the clubs to bang my music.”

Musical Talents
• Rocking the crowd
• Produce songs
• Write lyrics
• Engineer
• Create beats using Pro Tools and Reason
• A&R for Live Unsigned 2001-2003

“A hot beat and a mic is all I need to make you believe in Omar La’Teef!”

Lyrics

This Is How It Go

Written By: Omar La'Teef

This Is How It Go music and lyrics by Omar La'Teef © 2007

I'm from the city where the sunlight is always shining and people out here love to go and get their diamonds
You can find me in the lab man chilling reclining sipping on the finest it ain't nothing that this boy ain't buying
Turn the beat up bet I blow your ass sky a West Coast producer with a southside ride
If you claim that you be the best you better run and hide cause your boy is a sniper and I ain't gon' lie
If we was out in Baton Rouge I'd make you ass get crunk fall off in ATL make you A-town stomp
But I'm from L.A. where the homies get gangsta and niggas see the county cause they can't cut the mustard
Everybody wanna roll but they ass can't do it get you block knocked off homie move it or lose it
I'm the man out here paper try to pursue I get that dough for sho' "O" This Is How It Go ay

chorus
This Is How It Go (Ay) 4X
If you can't make it bounce then your ass need to go (ay) 2X

Everyday I wake it's the same old thang I produce another hit make sure your system bang
Watch the EQ move like I'm pushing cane your man gotta be dope I keep the shit in my veins
And the only way I'll change is if I'm changing lanes or if my changing change it's a part of the game
And your boy spit fire that's why y'all know my name when I'm done I leave the track and the booth in flames
Like my niggas used to tell me dog I'm destined for fame got these bitches takin' pictures putting me in their frames
And I make 'em take turns like I spin woodgrain then I hook em' up with dick like fresh new…
I'm top grade A with the styles I display go 'head choose any track yeah you gon' pay
When we up in the lab man it go my way don't worry about these hos I got a pussy buffet ay

Chorus

I make 'em bounce like they was fixed with switches I ain't talking 'bout no cars I'm talking ass on these bitches
And your man stay focused I keep my mind on my riches I got a broad in my bed while a bitch doing dishes
I make 'em bounce motherfucker I'm the king of the house all these coward ass niggas yo I'm cleaning out
And all these bitch made niggas keep my name out your mouth I'm a California nigga but my roots from the south
Dog I roll on 20 inch I'm as real as it gets I get it popping in the club like a trey pound slug
Where I'm from South Central niggas keep they gun and these niggas head hunt homie just for fun
Said I'm for real man I'm so trill man I hate a punk motherfucker yo you feel me man
And when I roll by dog I see your eyes I roll front back and side to side yeah

Chorus

Go Hard

Written By: Omar La'Teef

Go Hard

Verse 1

I’m the streets fresh homey with a new steeze I ain’t got to bob and weave heres what I believe
A real man takes a stance like a true G and stands up tall dog like a palm tree
In the cali breeze with a piece blowing cheese like ya boy blow a pound of weed
I out here doing shit that you can’t believe I turn a profit like spinners on a S.U.V
I go hard man like I’m Jordan I got fans out here screaming go man
Now that’s proof right there that I’m gold-an because of that I’m a target so I’m hold-an
Slow down cock the flame they like oh damn give one more chance can we be friends
I ain’t with all that shit you better bag back before you find yourself resting with a toe tag
You can find me in the zone where the heat is at with a fifth of yak and a get money tat
And a platinum plaque cause I lace tracks I ain’t with all that shit nigga cut the crap

Chorus:

I go hard nigga this my life even when I’m wrong call me Mr. Right
I go hard that’s all I know a nigga don’t play when its comes to the dough
I go hard we on my time it’s only one light homey you can’t shine
I go hard I ain’t got no choice now the whole worlds going to hear my voice

Verse 2

I do it for the cause nigga I’m the boss muthafuckas lost got the game crossed
24 inches when a nigga dipping these muthafuckas tripping that’s why I pop the clip in
You muthafuckas hoping that I don’t catching you slipping I’m throwing all you niggas back like a nigga drinking
Gangsta’s how I’m living I take it how it’s giving I’m plucking plenty chickens god knows that I’m sinning
This is the beginning ain’t gonna be no ending yo the shit I’m sending it’s like I’m killing millions
These fools got guns nigga I got bigger ones I got the type to separate your body from your lungs
I get the job done my Uzi weighs a ton you muthafuckas don’t want to play with o for fun
The dopiest as they come what you running from you niggas acted like you really fucking wanted some
Get smacked up go head and be dumb get your ass kicked with the handle of the gun
Get the feeling kick out your ass until your body is numb somebody better tell these bitches where I’m from

Chorus:

I take something from nothing and I make it gold write down a couple lines and I make it flow
I’m the sickest cat ya’ll niggas gonna ever know I’m the hottest cat to ever touch the microphone
Don’t hate on me dog cause I’m worth a mill plus I keep paper in my pocket and it ain’t luck
I like 24’s sitting on a big truck I roll up beating cause your boy don’t give a fuck
I jump out like what make eye contact them hoes go nuts
I’m platinum plus in the h double o to the d I get love I don’t need no bodyguards with me
Buster free the way that it’s suppose to be I bust them niggas they blow you can feel debris
Viciously I see them niggas eyeing me spying me but I ain’t gonna let them worry me

Chorus:

Get Money

Written By: Omar La'Teef

Get Money

Verse 1

Who the fuck wants to see this cat here a million niggas run up they ain’t pumping no fear
Lets get this clear man ain’t no superman but I’ll still dump a body just like a trashcan
Pump slugs haters they get no love cemetery plot dug in the mud just for you my nigga
Getting figures is the main objective; give a fuck about your perspective homeboy I’m living reckless
Test this we going find your ass faceless on the block man we call it a facelift
I’m shifty like D wade persuade niggas to come my way I get paid them muthafuckas get sprayed
And I ain’t talking no afro sheen and I ain’t giving no speeches like I got a dream I stay down for the team
I balance out like a triple beam your boy puts in work but this boy staying clean

Chorus:

Get money, take money

Verse 2

What the hell you take me for I ain’t a nice young fella other there like choir boy
I get my paper stack my cake up get my weight up just look at my Jacob
Ya’ll better wake up ya’ll dudes is sleep I make my paper seven days a week
24 on the clock dog the grind don’t stop but you just might when them thangs go pop
I don’t run to the cops or go snitch to the feds you might as well be a bitch go on give me some head
Don’t fuck with kid cause the kid get bread put a dent in my cash flow I’ll kick a dent in your head
Leave holes in your body the size of coke cans don’t hire no hit man I do it with these hands
You hear what I’m saying dog I ain’t playing if money is evil well you can call me satin yeah

Chorus:

Verse 3

Don’t front like O don’t get dough nigga I clock work like niggas that push snow
Some make it rain muthafucka I cause droughts your money drying I’m putting you bitches on time out
Ya’ll niggas is burnt out getting money in small amounts I make so much money ain’t no need for me to count
O is a franchise ya’ll niggas is small fries the money you make fits your Levi’s pocket size
My hustle goes clockwise while ya’ll niggas fantasize I turn the money over muthafucka get streetwise
I keep that hardware just in case there’s a little bitty problem I’m your nightmare
You cats want a real scare money I get it you ain’t got to ask me you can see how I’m living
Pockets on swoll got me like whoa snacking money to the ceiling trick fuck your feelings

Chorus:

Set List

This Is How It Go
Go Hard
Get Money