Utmost Lyrics
| Song | Utmost |
| Artist | O.C. |
| Album | Bon Appetit |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Best, Credle | |
| Yo - I hold the keys to the fountain of youth | |
| Plus keys to a double-R 4 point 6 dick | |
| Still in the mix, still up to old tricks up in the club | |
| Gettin twisted, throwin down shots of the poison | |
| Poppin off bottles like boilers | |
| V.I.P. reserved for the crew club on the spoilers | |
| Massive respect we get, nuttin less | |
| We hold power in the place when they see our face | |
| We try to stay low pro' but it's im-possible | |
| We look at ourselves as norm yet, others see a glow | |
| Familiar faces - we live niggaz not players | |
| Look cash in our pockets in layers like ballplayers | |
| Naysayers hatin from the sideline, get a life | |
| Shouldn't, be in the spot if your shit ain't tight | |
| False advertisin ain't us, we stay risin | |
| D.I.T.C. dot com enterprises | |
| [Chorus: O.C.] | |
| I'm livin life to the utmost, y'know? | |
| I wouldn't trade it in for nuttin else, knahmsayin? | |
| I'm exactly who I am, no if's, no and's | |
| "No can do" ain't in my vocabulary | |
| [O.C.] | |
| I, set it in motion, voicebox locked in position | |
| To do my thing, O.C. I run things | |
| Youngest of my siblings, I'm God's gift to the opposite sex | |
| Won't take no for an answer | |
| I'm spoiled like that, your highness, one of New York's finest | |
| And I'm not talkin about Jake, let's roleplay | |
| I'm Diallo, 16 shots from my barrel | |
| Plainclothes style, authentic street apparel | |
| Slim figure, nickname Mush to my niggaz | |
| When I'm in England call me Erick Von Sipper | |
| Sippin on Don with Prince Andrew at the palace | |
| He diggin my style with the chicks, I show prowess | |
| When I'm in Denmark, I spark with the Duke | |
| Run a train on the Duchess, let my nuts hang loose | |
| My shine be devine, toes they gold too | |
| Who's fuckin with O, y'all niggaz like juevo soup | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [O.C.] | |
| See I - tote guns when I gotta stack funds | |
| When them niggaz rap funds be, longer than the Mississippi River | |
| Passion for the women, action's what I give 'em | |
| What's my name.. nigga? Yo | |
| What I spark in the dark, any type of remark | |
| I bring forth from the side of my hand, make sure | |
| When I spit gems it's no cracks, no flaws | |
| Only crack I'd rather is a ass wearin a thong from | |
| .. Miami to San Juan | |
| To Rio, De Janeiro, to Spain and then some | |
| Slummin degrees with chicks that I met from Belize | |
| Sanjy, Angie, Rhonda, Big Tez, Charise | |
| I'm not lyin y'all, it's the life I know | |
| And if I lie my nose will grow | |
| I'm not biased to the fact I went plat' over gold | |
| Cause when in Rome that's a whole 'nother song | |
| Gettin head on the Leanin Tower of Pisa from an Italian diva | |
| Sippin fresh wine from crushed grapes | |
| She greet a nigga like, royalty, with the utmost loyalty | |
| Run a bubble bath, wash me and just spoil me | |
| [Chorus x2] |
| zuo ci : Best, Credle | |
| Yo I hold the keys to the fountain of youth | |
| Plus keys to a doubleR 4 point 6 dick | |
| Still in the mix, still up to old tricks up in the club | |
| Gettin twisted, throwin down shots of the poison | |
| Poppin off bottles like boilers | |
| V. I. P. reserved for the crew club on the spoilers | |
| Massive respect we get, nuttin less | |
| We hold power in the place when they see our face | |
| We try to stay low pro' but it' s impossible | |
| We look at ourselves as norm yet, others see a glow | |
| Familiar faces we live niggaz not players | |
| Look cash in our pockets in layers like ballplayers | |
| Naysayers hatin from the sideline, get a life | |
| Shouldn' t, be in the spot if your shit ain' t tight | |
| False advertisin ain' t us, we stay risin | |
| D. I. T. C. dot com enterprises | |
| Chorus: O. C. | |
| I' m livin life to the utmost, y' know? | |
| I wouldn' t trade it in for nuttin else, knahmsayin? | |
| I' m exactly who I am, no if' s, no and' s | |
| " No can do" ain' t in my vocabulary | |
| O. C. | |
| I, set it in motion, voicebox locked in position | |
| To do my thing, O. C. I run things | |
| Youngest of my siblings, I' m God' s gift to the opposite sex | |
| Won' t take no for an answer | |
| I' m spoiled like that, your highness, one of New York' s finest | |
| And I' m not talkin about Jake, let' s roleplay | |
| I' m Diallo, 16 shots from my barrel | |
| Plainclothes style, authentic street apparel | |
| Slim figure, nickname Mush to my niggaz | |
| When I' m in England call me Erick Von Sipper | |
| Sippin on Don with Prince Andrew at the palace | |
| He diggin my style with the chicks, I show prowess | |
| When I' m in Denmark, I spark with the Duke | |
| Run a train on the Duchess, let my nuts hang loose | |
| My shine be devine, toes they gold too | |
| Who' s fuckin with O, y' all niggaz like juevo soup | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| O. C. | |
| See I tote guns when I gotta stack funds | |
| When them niggaz rap funds be, longer than the Mississippi River | |
| Passion for the women, action' s what I give ' em | |
| What' s my name.. nigga? Yo | |
| What I spark in the dark, any type of remark | |
| I bring forth from the side of my hand, make sure | |
| When I spit gems it' s no cracks, no flaws | |
| Only crack I' d rather is a ass wearin a thong from | |
| .. Miami to San Juan | |
| To Rio, De Janeiro, to Spain and then some | |
| Slummin degrees with chicks that I met from Belize | |
| Sanjy, Angie, Rhonda, Big Tez, Charise | |
| I' m not lyin y' all, it' s the life I know | |
| And if I lie my nose will grow | |
| I' m not biased to the fact I went plat' over gold | |
| Cause when in Rome that' s a whole ' nother song | |
| Gettin head on the Leanin Tower of Pisa from an Italian diva | |
| Sippin fresh wine from crushed grapes | |
| She greet a nigga like, royalty, with the utmost loyalty | |
| Run a bubble bath, wash me and just spoil me | |
| Chorus x2 |
| zuò cí : Best, Credle | |
| Yo I hold the keys to the fountain of youth | |
| Plus keys to a doubleR 4 point 6 dick | |
| Still in the mix, still up to old tricks up in the club | |
| Gettin twisted, throwin down shots of the poison | |
| Poppin off bottles like boilers | |
| V. I. P. reserved for the crew club on the spoilers | |
| Massive respect we get, nuttin less | |
| We hold power in the place when they see our face | |
| We try to stay low pro' but it' s impossible | |
| We look at ourselves as norm yet, others see a glow | |
| Familiar faces we live niggaz not players | |
| Look cash in our pockets in layers like ballplayers | |
| Naysayers hatin from the sideline, get a life | |
| Shouldn' t, be in the spot if your shit ain' t tight | |
| False advertisin ain' t us, we stay risin | |
| D. I. T. C. dot com enterprises | |
| Chorus: O. C. | |
| I' m livin life to the utmost, y' know? | |
| I wouldn' t trade it in for nuttin else, knahmsayin? | |
| I' m exactly who I am, no if' s, no and' s | |
| " No can do" ain' t in my vocabulary | |
| O. C. | |
| I, set it in motion, voicebox locked in position | |
| To do my thing, O. C. I run things | |
| Youngest of my siblings, I' m God' s gift to the opposite sex | |
| Won' t take no for an answer | |
| I' m spoiled like that, your highness, one of New York' s finest | |
| And I' m not talkin about Jake, let' s roleplay | |
| I' m Diallo, 16 shots from my barrel | |
| Plainclothes style, authentic street apparel | |
| Slim figure, nickname Mush to my niggaz | |
| When I' m in England call me Erick Von Sipper | |
| Sippin on Don with Prince Andrew at the palace | |
| He diggin my style with the chicks, I show prowess | |
| When I' m in Denmark, I spark with the Duke | |
| Run a train on the Duchess, let my nuts hang loose | |
| My shine be devine, toes they gold too | |
| Who' s fuckin with O, y' all niggaz like juevo soup | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| O. C. | |
| See I tote guns when I gotta stack funds | |
| When them niggaz rap funds be, longer than the Mississippi River | |
| Passion for the women, action' s what I give ' em | |
| What' s my name.. nigga? Yo | |
| What I spark in the dark, any type of remark | |
| I bring forth from the side of my hand, make sure | |
| When I spit gems it' s no cracks, no flaws | |
| Only crack I' d rather is a ass wearin a thong from | |
| .. Miami to San Juan | |
| To Rio, De Janeiro, to Spain and then some | |
| Slummin degrees with chicks that I met from Belize | |
| Sanjy, Angie, Rhonda, Big Tez, Charise | |
| I' m not lyin y' all, it' s the life I know | |
| And if I lie my nose will grow | |
| I' m not biased to the fact I went plat' over gold | |
| Cause when in Rome that' s a whole ' nother song | |
| Gettin head on the Leanin Tower of Pisa from an Italian diva | |
| Sippin fresh wine from crushed grapes | |
| She greet a nigga like, royalty, with the utmost loyalty | |
| Run a bubble bath, wash me and just spoil me | |
| Chorus x2 |
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