O.C., The
O.C., The - 1/2 Good 1/2 Sinner * lyrics
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Yeah Wildlife, nigga Fuck y'all want? No kids in our muthafuckin clan It's all grown men Violations ain't happenin (Word to Miz) [VERSE 1: O.C.] Yo, somebody call the cops on this nigga here Seldom seen but often heard, mum's the word On the streets they call me Mush as I push up slick Ride shine with Armor All, chicks all on my dick Cause I'm so nonchalant about the way I move I got the aerodynamics of a Benz of a Rolls Brooknam representer Intelligent hood, wise but half good, half sinner Raised around wolves, keen eye for schemin And to plottin mufuckas, I ain't down for the ball Toss up the challenge, fuck the profilin I'm the type to to take it there, buckshots and start wildin Broads, I get busy especially when I'm twizzy Hoes outta pocket, I slave em like Kizzy I'm OC, baby, what the fuck y'all thought? I drive a whip with the respect and still ride a iron horse [CHORUS] Aiyo, how can I express How I feel, it's so hard to explain In the right words what I feel So I cuss To express what I feel Deep inside Between good and evil it's a fight [VERSE 2: O.C.] Yo, I whirlwind through cities, feelin all titties In the gogo spots, drinkin about a buck fifty Out comes the sinner, shortie lookin like a winner I'm diggin deep inside my bag of tricks to get up in her Smoke Fidel Cubans, ideas fumin If she could read my mind know I'm all about screwin Fuck all the drama, fuck the one-liner Go get your friends and let's freak it like Madonna Undress your [?], let's get it on [?], pop in a porn Buttnaked with my socks on, 'bout to lock horns ...like a Tupac song Gettin it on from dust to dawn, night to morn Why settle for corn when you can have filet mignon It's only right that I address this case, in fact At this very moment I'm gettin my dick sucked and I rap [CHORUS] I feel wicked sometimes, please Lord give me strength Half my soul is good, the other half is sin I repent at your feet cause my spirit is weak So now I lay me down to sleep [VERSE 3: O.C.] Yo, I pray to G-o-d cause it seem to be wise And balance out like a Gemini, ain't I fly? OC, Mush, y'all, nigga, why ask why? I'm like the mystery of death, son, we all gotta die But before I go I'ma set my mark It's Wildlife, me and boys build and destroy Make do with all the time that I got on my hands Pop Dom Perrignon, spend some grands Live life with my niggas instead of pullin triggers Unless I gotta do it I'ma stand and deliver Exceed the limit, breastfeed the timid Life's a game of scrimmage, gotta be in it to win it Survival of the fittest, straight from the briddicks Old school like British, those who shitted Let me just say for those doubtin the kiddid Fuck the non-believers and fuck all the critics [CHORUS]