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(O.C.)
Ahh you don't stop You don't stop you don't stop O.C.'s on the mic and you don't stop You don't stop you don't stop Big L is on the other you don't stop You don't stop and you don't stop Mr. Walt on the beat you don't stop Check it out yo Yo.. I'm lookin for the big C notes like Al Pacino Here's a new slang word: you pussino What it means is just that: PUSS My nickname to some know me as Mush Fly like a Testarossa, my God Do not attempt to diss me and my squad Diggin in the Crates crew click my brother I'm on the mic, Big L is on the other For those that know me, indeed I flow manuevers, like shells bust from a Luger Satisfaction, I bring the action Blowin your backs in, with only a fraction A mic set, mindset; O.C. design this finest, rap lord, Your Highness Pulsatin, vibratin, Shorty Wop on the dancefloor with the hips gyratin, c'mere Ass swingin like a chandalier; like a cat in heat, with her ass all up in the air Bust this, who said I can't cut the mustard Rappin is a bitch boy and I got a lust for it Chorus: O.C. If you want it, we got it Ladies, spot it No doubt about it Fly and exotic When we on the scene it's a major plus And whoever facin us we dangerous Chorus (Big L) I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin with clowns One of the few from Uptown that's holdin it down Hoes is on me like I'm welfare, even rich ones that live in Bel Air, is this Big L yeah, hell yeah Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back Watch how you talk when you call me, Feds got the phone tapped This rap game, I put my life in it, chain got mega ice in it, push an Infinite, chrome rims, light tinted You can see pal, it's all about me now Twenty G's a show punk three thou just to freestyle I made this cheese it didn't grow on trees Can you hold somethin? Sure, you can hold on these Yo I'm fat like the old Cray-on, smooth as Rayon L is who the ladies stay on (yea baby play on) I chew chumps like chewsticks, known for poppin new hits I know you want me hoe if I was you I'd want me too bitch! Chorus (O.C.) Time to show, who get it on like soap Derived from nature so I'm pure like snow Brown skinned nigga with a low cut Ceasar Travellin the world with my name on the visa, as said O.C.: Legendary already Rhyme flow cut like a machete First time rappers, I bust your cherries Bitch hold still so I can put it in steady The more you squirm, the more pain I'ma inflict She stayed still and let me pump this dick Microphone raw diggin, almost won't fit in I'm still hard when I'm bustin off semen Semi; y'all in my way, OK rhymes are gay I'ma make you a M.I.A. Cause I find you not a itsy-bitsy bit raw I'ma grind you like the bicuspidses in my jaws When I rock it feel like you bein fucked on all fours, this ain't meant for the stores This is for the niggaz in the clubs with thug mugs And for the chicks thinkin they cute without mustard Shaolin... "makin money" Niggaz in Brooklyn... "ma-makin money!" Queens and the Bronx... "makin money" Yeah, Manhattan.. "ma-makin money!" (Big L) I rock the blue face Prezzie, pockets heavy with cheddi I met these two lezzies in a Chevy Betty and Desi They like to menage-a-trois, then blase blah with L Corleone cause I'm a suave star (O.C.) No doubt Baby Pah, platinum rings, mean niggaz lookin at my ice from the chain it swing In the party, pop Dom, lampin like a Don Low key smilin at the bitches with my gold teeth (Big L) You can't fuck with the place cause we just too hot So all that mess you pop I suggest you stop Quit while you ahead cause you ain't built like that Better chill cause on the real cats get killed like that (O.C.) Mmhmm, two crisp type figures, clean cut niggaz Plussed out cribs rock twin Ac' (Acura) Vigors Livin life to the fullest gettin rich ain't far Chillin with women bankin dough avoidin sluts and scars |
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(feat. Jay-Z)
[O.C.] Yo, fuck having my neck dripped, with jewels that don't mean shit This man behind his rhyme is the nigga that's slick Licking my thumbs, counting papers from my street-smart wigs In the club we ?hub rows? taking some flicks Pushing the same whips niggas got with platinum stacks Two LP's far from gold, you people think I'm selling crack Nah, they see me living with a smile on my face And if you see me in the spot I'm down low in the place Sipping my liquor, Remi Martin running through my liver Sucking, all in and feels, the shit tastes bitter Having fun, for that particular time and date I feel I'm almost to the point, so I calmly skate Fuck all the broads, fuck all the cats who appluad my name Who wouldn't give me no love if I wasn't in the game I'm full of suprises, analyze the all wise Ricarders protect my eyes when I'm dipping On the BQ my Benz see through Fuck tints, I'm live nigga, and so is my people Half of me is godly, the other half is evil So if it comes down to it, I'm strapped and we do it, feel me [Jay-Z] Love is life and life is love Real live niggas and bonafied thugs Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs Not afraid to shed blood to bleed, I believe because [x2] [O.C.] Yo, I try to live my life right, Earth is like the tree of life Tempted by the forbidden fruit of my face, I want to take a bite of it It looks sweet, making my mouth water, then I thought Of a foul thought of filming somebody daughter on camcorder She of age but her mind's in the cage Fuck my man and my man and my man, for no wage Savage cause, Devil's got me locked by the balls Inside my soul, good and evil fighting a war Mixed feelings like Remi and cranberry a man How will he fall if I shoot him dead where he stand? I'm thinking like Charles Manson, dreaming of Marilyn Manson Praying over my grave, deep with the klansman Roots of evil coming in shapes and forms I cannot identify what's right or what's wrong All I know is sometimes I fiend for dough, fiend for clothes And fiend for hoes backstage at my shows, uh [Jay-Z] Love is life and life is love Real live niggas and bonafied thugs Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs Not afraid to shed blood to bleed, I believe because [x2] [O.C.] Yo, life is full of lessons that we all must learn Take head and pay attention cause of drastic turn Can be just around the corner, waiting coming dead on In the pit, so how ya living in the path you're on It's in the cards being dealt, I want the best for me It's Love, Hell or Right, O.C. has a destiny To be the best that I can be, that means giving my all I'm too intelligent and bright to be taking a fall I'm 20 some odd years old, young, black, and I'm fars I'm living to see some grandkids and die of natural cause Retire somewhere living in the Keys of Fla. Sipping on Coors, all in happy, spitting tobacco from my jaws The price of hard living, hard work, granted you're given a chance y'all Succeed and advance far Taking advantage, opportunities is right in your face Avoided unless driven to murder was the case, uh [Jay-Z] Love is life and life is love Real live niggas and bonafied thugs Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs Not afraid to shed blood to bleed, I believe because [x2] |
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