Текст (слова) песни: O.C. - Soul to Keep

(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

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: O.C. - Soul to Keep (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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Soul to Keep: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/114/1/3985.html Все тексты песен: O.C. » O.C. - Time`s Up » O.C. - Who Run It? » O.C. - Stronjay » O.C. - Evaridae » O.C. - Utmost » O.C. - Story to Tell » O.C. - Memory Lane » O.C. - What I Represent » O.C. - Far From Yours » O.C. - Hypocrite » O.C. - Word...Life » O.C. - Let it Slide » O.C. - What Am I Supposed to Do? » O.C. - You And Yours » O.C. - Respect Tha Drop » O.C. - Special » O.C. - Ma Dukes » O.C. - The Professional » O.C. - Doin, Dirt » O.C. - Dr. Know Рекомендуем скачать: » Ираклий Пирцхалава - Закрой глаза рукой » Ирина Аллегрова - Праздник прощания » Игорь Тальков - Солнце уходит на Запад » Игорь Белый - Бергантина » Ирина Анциферова - Я подарю тебе сон » Игорь Жук - Оловянная война » Игорь Андриенко - Потеплело » Илья Зускович - В вагоне » И.Билык - Помнить » И.Тальков - Память » Игорь Акимов - Милитон несчастный » Иван Купала - Воротечки » Ирина Орищенко - Занавесочки » Игорь Белый - Сойфер » Ирина Аллегрова - Ключи » И.Билык - Снег » Игры - Злоба » Игорь Михалёв - Северная » Игорь Михалёв - Дождь » Иван Купала - Виноград
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