Текст (слова) песни: O.C. - Story to Tell

[O.C.]
Yo, born May 13th `round seventy-one
Vietnam was a memory before my birth
Around the time Nicky Barnes era came to a close
Too young to know yet, poppa told me later on
The place was Brook-nam, BK, NY City
Lovechild through a bond was me, so evidently
the sperm the egg joined in between my mama loins
coulda been heads or tails like, flippin a coin
Pops pull out of you here, wouldn`t exist at all
If mama eggs wasn`t fertile wouldn`t exist at all
The creator gave a nod, I`m a gift to all
Spring child like a flower, not born in the fall
Fam came from the South but I was reared up North
Portuguese grandmother, never met her before
Pops say, I`m a mirror image of my grandpa
All I say is strong genes be the only answer

[O.C.]
Yo, ever since I was a kid I was popular
Seein my future through a pair of binoculars
From the age of single digits up until my pre-teens
Always had big dreams in mind, at the time
So young, I didn`t know my callin would be a rhyme
Years later manifested in the form of a song
Playin football, quarterback, O had a arm
Two-hand touch, picture receiver goin long
A young black version of Terry Bradshaw
Older niggaz on the block attention I captured
Miraculous moves, maneuver with the ball in my palm
Precise throwin first downs, hand-offs and throwin bombs
Young Don, felt like Juan
Girls would flirt but I didn`t know how to respond
Always knowin growin up I`d be a pro and not a con
Brother from another mother locked up since eighty-one

[O.C.]
Yo - I`m still a young dude, at the same time grown
Baby boy to my momma, the youngest of four
My life`s no fairytale, can`t call me Cinder-fella
Though life be like rain, my thoughts the umbrella
O, got it covered it`s a gift not a talent
Bein bougie or corn-chip, I simply won`t allow it
My aura`s like, well, it`s hard to describe
Let me just say I`m on the serious side
Learned lessons from my hood that I dwelled in, resided
Had my share of gettin drunk as fuck and gettin potted
Gun in my waist, if I pull it bet I pop it
Mush my nickname from a cousin I adopted
Mic the legacy`s on me, I got this
Reppin when I holla, won`t misuse or mock it
The word spoken is truth; the labor that I put my momma through
`til now, to her I made a promise to

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» O.C. - Far From Yours
» O.C. - Point O` Viewz
» O.C. - Who Run It?
» O.C. - Ma Dukes
» O.C. - Can`t Go Wrong
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» O.C. - Respect Tha Drop
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» O.C. - My World


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. - Story to Tell [O.C.] Yo, born May 13th `round seventy-one Vietnam was a memory before my birth Around the time Nicky Barnes era came to a close Too young to know yet, poppa told me later on The place was Brook-nam, BK, NY City Lovechild through a bond was me, so evidently the sperm the egg joined in between my mama loins coulda been heads or tails like, flippin a coin Pops pull out of you here, wouldn`t exist at all If mama eggs wasn`t fertile wouldn`t exist at all The creator gave a nod, I`m a gift to all Spring child like a flower, not born in the fall Fam came from the South but I was reared up North Portuguese grandmother, never met her before Pops say, I`m a mirror image of my grandpa All I say is strong genes be the only answer [O.C.] Yo, ever since I was a kid I was popular Seein my future through a pair of binoculars From the age of single digits up until my pre-teens Always had big dreams in mind, at the time So young, I didn`t know my callin would be a rhyme Years later manifested in the form of a song Playin football, quarterback, O had a arm Two-hand touch, picture receiver goin long A young black version of Terry Bradshaw Older niggaz on the block attention I captured Miraculous moves, maneuver with the ball in my palm Precise throwin first downs, hand-offs and throwin bombs Young Don, felt like Juan Girls would flirt but I didn`t know how to respond Always knowin growin up I`d be a pro and not a con Brother from another mother locked up since eighty-one [O.C.] Yo - I`m still a young dude, at the same time grown Baby boy to my momma, the youngest of four My life`s no fairytale, can`t call me Cinder-fella Though life be like rain, my thoughts the umbrella O, got it covered it`s a gift not a talent Bein bougie or corn-chip, I simply won`t allow it My aura`s like, well, it`s hard to describe Let me just say I`m on the serious side Learned lessons from my hood that I dwelled in, resided Had my share of gettin drunk as fuck and gettin potted Gun in my waist, if I pull it bet I pop it Mush my nickname from a cousin I adopted Mic the legacy`s on me, I got this Reppin when I holla, won`t misuse or mock it The word spoken is truth; the labor that I put my momma through `til now, to her I made a promise to Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Story to Tell: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/114/1/3988.html Все тексты песен: O.C. » O.C. - Constables » O.C. - 1/2 Good 1/2 Sinner * » O.C. - Outtro (Sabatoge) » O.C. - Dr. Know » O.C. - Ya Don`t Stop » O.C. - You And Yours » O.C. - Far From Yours » O.C. - Point O` Viewz » O.C. - Who Run It? » O.C. - Ma Dukes » O.C. - Can`t Go Wrong » O.C. - 1nce Again » O.C. - Jewelz » O.C. - Ga Head » O.C. - Utmost » O.C. - What I Represent » O.C. - Respect Tha Drop » O.C. - Hypocrite » O.C. - Evaridae » O.C. - My World Рекомендуем скачать: » Юта - Одна » Юрий Устинов, Владислав Крапивин - Первая песня о ветре » Юрий (Георгий) Аделунг - Мышиная царица » Юрий Визбор, Сергей Никитин, Дмитрий Сухарев - Александра » Юрий Визбор - Окраина земная » Юля Началова - Не тормози » Юрий Телкин - Времена года. Осень » Юрий Визбор - Английский язык » Юрий Карпов - Сердце повело куда-то в сторону... » Юрий Лорес - Знаки зодиака » Юрий Карпов - Город » Юрий Визбор - Если ты уйдешь, станет мне темно... » Юрий Лоза - Мой трамвай последний » Юрий Визбор - Блажен, кто поражен летящей пулей » Юта - Жили-были » Юлия Каденко - Пахнет мокрой крапивой... » Юрий Карпов - Проходят вереницей дни... » Юрий Ким - Вместе с тобой » Юрий Панюшкин - Дурака назвали умным... » Юрий Панюшкин - Друзьям
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