Oc Soul To Keep Lyrics

Soul To Keep Lyrics

(Stop the car...



Brooklyn



Do somethin to make me feel better



- I'ma do somethin to make you feel great)







It's like



Bon Appetit y'all







[ VERSE 1: O.C. ]



Commonly known as O.C. to some of y'all



My peoples call me Mush or Mush



Say it with different twang, it means the same, nigga



The love of her life to your wife is Von Zipper



Shoot darts like cupid, leave em stuck on stupid



How I manoeuvre, leavin em sayin oohs and aahs



Your dream boat-type of man, I'm a god



A straight sin to a love-struck sucker involved



My niggas gimme pound, envious niggas they just nod



(I see everything) to observe is not the word



My style is reserved, a-ddress me as Sir Fly



Gone is the humble kid, I'm gunnin for number one and shit



Brooklyn born and bred, reppin my residence



I can't live with that, I'm reppin NY



The rotten apple is a place where the strong reside



Some of the illest have died, puttin them feelings aside



But on the live, yo, never seen my cousin Chuck [Name]



Words like cum like a bird suckin me off



She tellin me let her know at the moment I blow



I got sin in my veins, hope I don't burn up in flames



They say tigers nevfer change they stripes, whoever said it was right



And I say love is life with larceny



Chicken pieces wanna grease up with the darker me



Or maybe possibly rotatin constantly



You mufuckas don't want no type of parts of me



It's Mush







[ CHORUS ]



I lay me down to sleep



And I pray to the Lord my soul to keep



Rubbin on my rosary beeds



That if there shouldn't be a dawn



That I rise and yawn



Then so be it



This is to my niggas, if I should die



Just make sure my wake gimme a 21 gun salute



Cock, aim and shoot



( *gunshots* )







[ VERSE 2: O.C. ]



Yo, echoin shots in your hallways



This is for gangsta niggas fittin the MO



I'm reckon that my medicine will leave you stimmo



Just feel low, step in my world, there's nothin to fear



Who claimin they live, this is live right here



Walkin with a slew foot and a bop



Speak sideways when I talk



Even when I'm not high my eyes are small



Not very short, yet I'm not so tall



But I got a big heart, big hands and some big-ass balls



I spray walls like a dog, markin territories off



Everytime I touch down in a city of yours



I mix and mingle with my boys, shootin winks at the broads



Shootin drinks to the players, keepin in peace is all



With the fine rides with Wildlife niggas inside



Ahmed, [Name], Show, Bless, Flow, 'Nesse, Dre, Buck and PA



My nigga [Name], the women catch a glimpse



As they focus they vision on these players and pimps



Who keep it gully? (That nigga Mush)



Who play it cool like Arthur Fonzarelli



Dippin through my hood with no kind of worries



On the block drinkin malt liquors and hard liquor



Puffin a spliff while the cars ride by pumpin Jigga



I'm from B-r-(double o)-k-l-y-n



And 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