O.C.

O.C. - My World lyrics

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Yeah  y'know
 Shit is wild  heheh
 Can't complain though  I'm alive
 Healthy and allathat  knahmsayin?
 Just tryin to do my thang
 Praise to all

 Bust it  that nigga Slick Rick said
 I waited long time sweatin it
 I got jerked but now I'm gettin it
 Hazy like asthma bizarre disaster
 Stress almost held me down from bein a master
 The faster  preacher  poet  a teacher
 "It's been so long" like Monifah
 Believe that  I'm needed, in rappin, I breathe this
 Some pick up a microphone and can't even achieve this
 Oscar award winning your shit I'm bored with it
 Stop copy-catting son (why?) cause your dog did it
 Get your own lingo, make up your own jingle
 Ten years later you be bitin my single
 Primo, take it Downtown, Swing it
 Intervenin on the board, sensimil steamin, yeah
 Catch the vibe like a tribal dance
 In the clubs on the low with the b-boy stance
 Money rubbin with a shorty got bumped by a chump
 Tell him, 'Step off, I'm doin the Hump'
 Yeah

 I say it's my world, and I won't stop
 and if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped

 Some wish that I was gone cause they know I'ma win
 In a minute I 'll be makin six G's times ten
 I'm the computer, printin out data take notes
 then analyze the information and press send
 Freaky like porno, Ron Jeremy saw no
 obstacle or pussy to stop him from bonin a hoe
 Me and the mic double trouble
 Chicks look at us like twins, all lovable and huggable
 Prognosis, on the, mic I choke out
 Had the same effects from coughin blowin smoke out
 Architect, rap technician, man listen
 It's no doubt you gonna pump this in your system
 My skills ill, and all of that above
 Confidence, I'm not worried bout a street buzz
 I'm O.C., who you? I never heard of ya
 Get out my face 'fore I turn into a motherfuckin murderer
 I want the green like indo, a mansion, a car
 A wife who's never been a bimbo
 Too much to ask well to me that's simple
 Wanna retire on a yacht called the S. S. Minnow

 I say it's my world, and I won't stop
 And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped
 (repeat 4X)

 Top choice, this here nigga got poise
 Ain't a man alive who could stop my noise
 I snatch a star from the sky, spark up your lye
 You stand astounded wonderin how I did it
 Now you're star struck, like I truck gold
 Treatin me like a nigga havin a million records sold
 Now a starchild, phenmonen like the X-Files
 Rappers know I'm comin so they go in exile
 Czar in this rap shit, comin on your mattress
 Microphone fiend I make beats do backflips
 Fear me like genocide, serious
 How I do it through your stereo, mysterious
 O.C. do demolition, nil competition
 Like robot Kong on a destroy mission
 A matter of life and death you try to fight for breath
 I snatch your heart from a slice through your chest
 Who the best, from New York to Bogota
 Who got face thinkin they scare me with a scar, shit
 What I be bringin is a terrible sight
 A performance never again performed on the mic

 I say it's my world, and I won't stop
 And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped
 (repeat 4X)

 Say it's my world...
 It's my world
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: FFRR

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

Appearing on: Jewelz (1997)

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