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O.C.

Story to Tell

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Текст песни O.C. - Story to Tell

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[O.C.]Yo, born May 13th `round seventy-oneVietnam was a memory before my birthAround the time Nicky Barnes era came to a closeToo young to know yet, poppa told me later onThe place was Brook-nam, BK, NY CityLovechild through a bond was me, so evidentlythe sperm the egg joined in between my mama loinscoulda been heads or tails like, flippin a coinPops pull out of you here, wouldn`t exist at allIf mama eggs wasn`t fertile wouldn`t exist at allThe creator gave a nod, I`m a gift to allSpring child like a flower, not born in the fallFam came from the South but I was reared up NorthPortuguese grandmother, never met her beforePops say, I`m a mirror image of my grandpaAll I say is strong genes be the only answer[O.C.]Yo, ever since I was a kid I was popularSeein my future through a pair of binocularsFrom the age of single digits up until my pre-teensAlways had big dreams in mind, at the timeSo young, I didn`t know my callin would be a rhymeYears later manifested in the form of a songPlayin football, quarterback, O had a armTwo-hand touch, picture receiver goin longA young black version of Terry BradshawOlder niggaz on the block attention I capturedMiraculous moves, maneuver with the ball in my palmPrecise throwin first downs, hand-offs and throwin bombsYoung Don, felt like JuanGirls would flirt but I didn`t know how to respondAlways knowin growin up I`d be a pro and not a conBrother from another mother locked up since eighty-one[O.C.]Yo - I`m still a young dude, at the same time grownBaby boy to my momma, the youngest of fourMy life`s no fairytale, can`t call me Cinder-fellaThough life be like rain, my thoughts the umbrellaO, got it covered it`s a gift not a talentBein bougie or corn-chip, I simply won`t allow itMy aura`s like, well, it`s hard to describeLet me just say I`m on the serious sideLearned lessons from my hood that I dwelled in, residedHad my share of gettin drunk as fuck and gettin pottedGun in my waist, if I pull it bet I pop itMush my nickname from a cousin I adoptedMic the legacy`s on me, I got thisReppin when I holla, won`t misuse or mock itThe word spoken is truth; the labor that I put my momma through`til now, to her I made a promise to

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