Текст песни O.C. - Ya Don`t Stop
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[O.C.]Yeah, yoMy instincts lead me, this rap shit feed meHip-Hop need me, packaged rap need meJettin overseas, foreign fairs, they greet meLive on stage, lines long to see meYeah... reception of a king when I walk in the buildingGrown men and women in the place, no childrenPacked house, back out my mic then I buck offChicks scream like LL rippin his shirt offRock star status in the front row, yellin{"just what I need.."} heheRun through my set, all live, no DATJust two turntables with a mic in effectWord for word the crowd refers with each songLike a, platinum nigga with a millionIf you feelin, what I`m feelinThen it means that I`m doin my thingBut yo on the real it`s some dudes fear thisAin`t no such thing to me as I cain`tSee I never let a small thing wear on my brainHear what I`m sayin? {"just what I need.."} yeah[Chorus]To all my people in the front, ya don`t stopTo my people in the back, ya don`t stopTo my people on the side, ya don`t stopTo my man Big L, one love God[O.C.]You lactose I reach from, words I speakInfluence like King when he said "I have a dream"Pro-black hero, few know the M.O.Many be amazed when I show `em my credentialTeef{?} still diggin, fans still checkinWax I keep pressin, critics still stressinEvery song has a message, some call it teachinEyes wide shut, motherfuckers still sleepinYeah... covers all regions, all four seasonsNever will I stop `til I just stop breathinWon`t go pop unless I start singinEvery now and then O soul need redeeminEvery now and then for the `dro I`m fiendinHigh to the point my eyes need Visine`nI lay it down right the shit that I`m feelinSo if you feelin, what I`m feelinThen it means that I`m doin my thingBut yo on the real it`s some dudes fear thisAin`t no such thing to me as I cain`t, yo[Chorus][O.C.]{"just what I need.."} Yo, I need prove nothinYeah proof and a kick like Bruce Lee-roy, I start blowinNon-stop action like Jack Chan, in factFlow like tihs for me is half-assed, I putmaybe five percent of my brain on waxThe other 95% tucked away in the smashI don`t, mean to brag, or maybe I doThoughts like pneumonia, talk like a grown-upKids on the corner, love my personaGet a whiff of this bitch, smell my aromaSlick talkin niggaz get left in a comaThinkin I`m a punk cause my job is a performerTime and time again I`ve shown within my zoneAnywhere I lay my dome is my home, there`sso many niggaz in the game I`ve spawnedFuck who don`t acknowledge it, I know what I`ve done... So if you feelin, what I`m feelinThen it means that I`m doin my thingBut yo on the real it`s some dudes fear thisAin`t no such thing to me as I cain`tSee I never let a small thing wear on my brainHear what I`m sayin? {"just what I need.."}