Lyrics:
.O.C.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
a license to swing
Pete sets the pace to anything...
But I don't care - No!
'Coz by the order of the police'n'sweet olde Walt
Yeah! We do as we please...
It's
of crazy
I can be the album you hear all day all night long
I can be your C.D. Baby
I can be your C.D. Baby
Buckle up we're ridin'
Cause' we ain't going back
even try
Found some old records underneath my bed
Maybe they'd help me fix my head
Fliippin' through my albums, looking for a beat
Trying to get my mind
and, uh
To say this was my dream would be a lie
But nowadays
It seems to keep me in the beamer breezing by
Nothings forever, right? I don't know, man
I
Hey boy
I know you deceive me
Counting your cards
You pick up the three of hearts
Sometimes
I don't feel so lucky
Chosen by a heart
On a shelf
start to notice happiness don't come from album release
I've been through it before
Can only share with you what I know
To be true, but at the same
That's Clean
The bad boy is back again
Ya been warned and tell ya friends
Don't get cut cause the man you see is sharp
Kick in' ass and takin'
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
them all away then haul away
The raw decay then y'all will say
"We don't know"
The K.O.D'll spray the fraud away
Make it a holiday
See killin' when
will say
"We don't know"
The K.O.D'll spray the fraud away
Make it a holiday
See killin' when he don't flow
I???m enhanced and polished
All
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
on niggas so (what?) fuck Mr Whipple
If you live along my end, yeah baby girl I might tickle (c'mon)
I drink Gold E like Fred D drank the ripple
Word to God,
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
right)
We the best, so we marching like
They follow me
Okay, it's blood sweat and tears, it'd be the realest shit I ever wrote
Never stop or giving
Every summer, every weekend, every fucking night
I tell myself today's the day
The day I write that song
The one that starts the album
The one
These sheets we'll outgrow
You don't sleep with me like before, I'm sore
I wanna be loved by you
God damn put your hands on me
Please do something
Cause
been dispersed
From the Northwest Territory to Madagascar
You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen by far
And I wish you luck on your quest to rule
by smirnoff
And look how many champagne bottles I pop
But I don't even like drinks that are fizzy
But I drunk so much
My head's done dizzy
Ay,
by smirnoff
And look how many champagne bottles I pop
But I don't even like drinks that are fizzy
But I drunk so much
My head's done dizzy
Ay,
see you make it, they don't really care how far you got
Used to pull the car up after dark up in the parking lot
Yea
These paint by numbers
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