Lyrics:
a long and cold December
This is for the kids who are about to shoot up for their very first time
Commit their very first crime
Or bag and flip their very
Money go by
Time wanna fly
Well it just flied
Doing alright
Still got the van
Ain't none new
Ain't none new
Same old shit between them and you
their cash, call him a play
Nggas bein' cheap by sellin' that
remix sent them right on they way
Every thing for sale, uh, ain't nothin' for the free,
Peso
With OC and Crazy Eddie
Our deejays for the show, so just rock
To the funky beat and smurf it up tough
Before you sink don't you quit
Until you all
shit
I seen OC baggin up so I learned to scale it
You won’t true to who you was but time gon’ always tell it
Time is rough niggas’ skinny we don’t really
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
never been suted
The ones who persuted got suted up you loses now
Now, one dies of place by his foetus born
Devoted to hip hop you can call that I'm
O.C.
"Ha, hah-hah"
"Bu-Bu, Buh-Bu, Bu, Bumpy Knucks.."
"Niggas can't see I.."
"It's time for this real nigga shit.."
When I was small I made pause
you gossip like hoes
Poured up a four I move with the wind
The muddy it got me real slow
I remix it sell it for low, yeah
I remix it sell it for low,
things, I'm buying more invest-i-ments
I be taking V for victories, sponsor by Vetements
He ain't sippin but still spitting 'bout it for a trend
He ain't
Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La
Oc I'm next
Grinding til I'm right up at the top of
You dudes flow be wack
You should know my flow is that
Bang like Terror Squad hustlers
Bet we make
300 deep
I say it 300 times
We what the streets wanna see
Feel like 300 Spartans
Stomping with 600 feet
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
No, No, No (Remix)
Jae Millz, Cam'ron, T.I
(Jae Millz)
Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here
All hoods, stand up
All rude bwoys
shit go cray
OC to LA get ready to valet
Winter time we bundled stayin out the way
Summer time we takin over MIA
DemonTime TakeOver we outside today
blown up, I'm callin your bluff
Step into the O-Zone.
"Your first time'll be your last earth memories"
My trusty mic will never get rusty, write
Supreme was eaten by pop culture
I'm not joking
These mother fuckers do not know us
Arms torn from boulders
From coming up where were lost so it
Got
the best motherfucker hands down
Work hard to make sure your plan sprouts
Show everybody you the man now
I'm the man now
OC Royalty, driven by loyalty
custom, must be I'm all in
Still wanted like Worst Come To Worst
To the point where I never call myself OG
I end games, never go OT
And if so, Time's Up
custom, must be I'm all in
Still wanted like Worst Come To Worst
To the point where I never call myself OG
I end games, never go OT
And if so, Time's Up
in the mix it's time to chill
Char-la-la brought the on' what is asked in the blunts
Roll up some Bob Marley joints some skunk datz tight
And Nate got
Call my Dusk wildin I rapped any time for Black Helicopters
Smash a teleprompter blast in front the Black Sabbath concert
First role hospital nurse blow
wrapped up, and I gotta kill
Don't act tough or you will get real
Nickel bags don't, be slick
I'm feeling kinda good, I got an itch
Its time for your
wife, make it right this time
We gon' pop a bottle to this
One wish, one wish, one wish
One wish, one wish, remix
One wish, one wish, one wish
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