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Текст песни O.C. - Soul to Keep

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(Stop the car...BrooklynDo somethin to make me feel better- I`ma do somethin to make you feel great)It`s likeBon Appetit y`all[ VERSE 1: O.C. ]Commonly known as O.C. to some of y`allMy peoples call me Mush or MushSay it with different twang, it means the same, niggaThe love of her life to your wife is Von ZipperShoot darts like cupid, leave em stuck on stupidHow I manoeuvre, leavin em sayin oohs and aahsYour dream boat-type of man, I`m a godA straight sin to a love-struck sucker involvedMy niggas gimme pound, envious niggas they just nod(I see everything) to observe is not the wordMy style is reserved, a-ddress me as Sir FlyGone is the humble kid, I`m gunnin for number one and shitBrooklyn born and bred, reppin my residenceI can`t live with that, I`m reppin NYThe rotten apple is a place where the strong resideSome of the illest have died, puttin them feelings asideBut on the live, yo, never seen my cousin Chuck [Name]Words like cum like a bird suckin me offShe tellin me let her know at the moment I blowI got sin in my veins, hope I don`t burn up in flamesThey say tigers nevfer change they stripes, whoever said it was rightAnd I say love is life with larcenyChicken pieces wanna grease up with the darker meOr maybe possibly rotatin constantlyYou mufuckas don`t want no type of parts of meIt`s Mush[ CHORUS ]I lay me down to sleepAnd I pray to the Lord my soul to keepRubbin on my rosary beedsThat if there shouldn`t be a dawnThat I rise and yawnThen so be itThis is to my niggas, if I should dieJust make sure my wake gimme a 21 gun saluteCock, aim and shoot( *gunshots* )[ VERSE 2: O.C. ]Yo, echoin shots in your hallwaysThis is for gangsta niggas fittin the MOI`m reckon that my medicine will leave you stimmoJust feel low, step in my world, there`s nothin to fearWho claimin they live, this is live right hereWalkin with a slew foot and a bopSpeak sideways when I talkEven when I`m not high my eyes are smallNot very short, yet I`m not so tallBut I got a big heart, big hands and some big-ass ballsI spray walls like a dog, markin territories offEverytime I touch down in a city of yoursI mix and mingle with my boys, shootin winks at the broadsShootin drinks to the players, keepin in peace is allWith the fine rides with Wildlife niggas insideAhmed, [Name], Show, Bless, Flow, `Nesse, Dre, Buck and PAMy nigga [Name], the women catch a glimpseAs they focus they vision on these players and pimpsWho keep it gully? (That nigga Mush)Who play it cool like Arthur FonzarelliDippin through my hood with no kind of worriesOn the block drinkin malt liquors and hard liquorPuffin a spliff while the cars ride by pumpin JiggaI`m from B-r-(double o)-k-l-y-nAnd if I wasn`t, nigga, then why would I say I am?I`m from the (slums) with the (bums) and the (rats) and the (guns)Where the drugs get slung, dispose condoms with cum - one

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