| Yeah, dedicated to you and yours | |
| OC phenomenon | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Here goes a little somethin', for you and your mans | |
| Dedicated to you and yours, from me and my fam | |
| Living life to the limit with the world in my hand | |
| I got nothin' but love for ya main man | |
| Yo, yo, yo, with this here shit, I freak it like a wiz | |
| And uh, lace the track like my nigga Showbiz | |
| I'm uh, kinda sore with the microphone, pah no doubt | |
| OC gon' turn it on out | |
| Yes uh, follow me now if you didn't follow before | |
| How shall I attend to ascend this raw | |
| You pull up to a light, knockin' my hits, flickin' your Bic | |
| Gold chain thick, to the chicks, lickin' your lips | |
| They hop on it, to my cassette like a cock | |
| They feenin' for what I give like puffin' a rock | |
| ?????, food for thought like my nigga A.G. | |
| Givin' NYC, nigga I live in it | |
| Let's go, mess no, rhyme I bless the flow | |
| Dippin' with UNI, swerve, control the Lex though | |
| Boppin' with Jigga, droppin' jewels to beats | |
| Then I bounce and ghost ride with my main man Sweets | |
| He can wax a nigga | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| As sure as my name is OC, I hold much testosterone | |
| And serve like hors d'ouevers | |
| I'm maximum, human saxophone | |
| You respect what I'm saying like Al Capone | |
| You crumb bubble gum rappers I chew | |
| Blow you up, spit you out like food without seasonin', you got no taste | |
| Yo OG, who could solo with me? | |
| These kids be half grown | |
| I'm an adult, seen it all | |
| I'm forced to show VI's can duck proper | |
| My ways and actions, far from an imposter | |
| Shine like bright light | |
| Your worst nightmare like Fright Night | |
| Comin' to you live like a fight night | |
| Must you steal the way I drop bars on this? | |
| Perfection at it's best, I'm marvelous | |
| Applaud me you better, I ???? to get a response | |
| Control shit at the snap of a finger like I'm the Fonz | |
| Fella whattup? | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| You say it ain't so, how I freak the flow | |
| Joey Crack type shit nigga, blow for blow | |
| Big G, Dog Tag Crew holdin' it down | |
| Cousin Boo will make a U and bust shots at you | |
| You see, it's my world, or like so it seems | |
| Chillin' with Prim, dippin' on the highway in a Beem | |
| And it's a wonderful day, just coolin' one night | |
| Celebratin' a par-tay with a nigga named "Life" | |
| We twisted, kid you missed it | |
| At a down low spot, Champagne poppin' off like a biscuit | |
| Nuff love, word life, I'm high tonight | |
| No brawls or fights, just men, no mice | |
| Indecisive about things in life alone | |
| So sometimes I speak in a hyper tone | |
| See I won't neglect this, nor can you deny | |
| Renassaince man, make it live, the fly guy | |
| Respect me like a Kennedy, acknowledge my identity | |
| O's like a cure, I'm the source, the remedy | |
| You know it | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| I got nothin' but love for the DITC | |
| I got nothin' but love for the Rockafella, Jay-Z | |
| I got nothin' but love for the Wastelands Family | |
| I got nothin' but love for the Mr. Cheeks and LB' |
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