Текст (слова) песни: O.C. - Ya Don`t Stop

[O.C.]
Yeah, yo
My instincts lead me, this rap shit feed me
Hip-Hop need me, packaged rap need me
Jettin overseas, foreign fairs, they greet me
Live on stage, lines long to see me
Yeah... reception of a king when I walk in the building
Grown men and women in the place, no children
Packed house, back out my mic then I buck off
Chicks scream like LL rippin his shirt off
Rock star status in the front row, yellin
{"just what I need.."} hehe
Run through my set, all live, no DAT
Just two turntables with a mic in effect
Word for word the crowd refers with each song
Like a, platinum nigga with a million
If you feelin, what I`m feelin
Then it means that I`m doin my thing
But yo on the real it`s some dudes fear this
Ain`t no such thing to me as I cain`t
See I never let a small thing wear on my brain
Hear what I`m sayin? {"just what I need.."} yeah

[Chorus]
To all my people in the front, ya don`t stop
To my people in the back, ya don`t stop
To my people on the side, ya don`t stop
To my man Big L, one love God

[O.C.]
You lactose I reach from, words I speak
Influence like King when he said "I have a dream"
Pro-black hero, few know the M.O.
Many be amazed when I show `em my credential
Teef{?} still diggin, fans still checkin
Wax I keep pressin, critics still stressin
Every song has a message, some call it teachin
Eyes wide shut, motherfuckers still sleepin
Yeah... covers all regions, all four seasons
Never will I stop `til I just stop breathin
Won`t go pop unless I start singin
Every now and then O soul need redeemin
Every now and then for the `dro I`m fiendin
High to the point my eyes need Visine`n
I lay it down right the shit that I`m feelin
So if you feelin, what I`m feelin
Then it means that I`m doin my thing
But yo on the real it`s some dudes fear this
Ain`t no such thing to me as I cain`t, yo

[Chorus]

[O.C.]
{"just what I need.."} Yo, I need prove nothin
Yeah proof and a kick like Bruce Lee-roy, I start blowin
Non-stop action like Jack Chan, in fact
Flow like tihs for me is half-assed, I put
maybe five percent of my brain on wax
The other 95% tucked away in the smash
I don`t, mean to brag, or maybe I do
Thoughts like pneumonia, talk like a grown-up
Kids on the corner, love my persona
Get a whiff of this bitch, smell my aroma
Slick talkin niggaz get left in a coma
Thinkin I`m a punk cause my job is a performer
Time and time again I`ve shown within my zone
Anywhere I lay my dome is my home, there`s
so many niggaz in the game I`ve spawned
Fuck who don`t acknowledge it, I know what I`ve done
... So if you feelin, what I`m feelin
Then it means that I`m doin my thing
But yo on the real it`s some dudes fear this
Ain`t no such thing to me as I cain`t
See I never let a small thing wear on my brain
Hear what I`m sayin? {"just what I need.."}

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» O.C. - Creative Control


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. - Ya Don`t Stop [O.C.] Yeah, yo My instincts lead me, this rap shit feed me Hip-Hop need me, packaged rap need me Jettin overseas, foreign fairs, they greet me Live on stage, lines long to see me Yeah... reception of a king when I walk in the building Grown men and women in the place, no children Packed house, back out my mic then I buck off Chicks scream like LL rippin his shirt off Rock star status in the front row, yellin {"just what I need.."} hehe Run through my set, all live, no DAT Just two turntables with a mic in effect Word for word the crowd refers with each song Like a, platinum nigga with a million If you feelin, what I`m feelin Then it means that I`m doin my thing But yo on the real it`s some dudes fear this Ain`t no such thing to me as I cain`t See I never let a small thing wear on my brain Hear what I`m sayin? {"just what I need.."} yeah [Chorus] To all my people in the front, ya don`t stop To my people in the back, ya don`t stop To my people on the side, ya don`t stop To my man Big L, one love God [O.C.] You lactose I reach from, words I speak Influence like King when he said "I have a dream" Pro-black hero, few know the M.O. Many be amazed when I show `em my credential Teef{?} still diggin, fans still checkin Wax I keep pressin, critics still stressin Every song has a message, some call it teachin Eyes wide shut, motherfuckers still sleepin Yeah... covers all regions, all four seasons Never will I stop `til I just stop breathin Won`t go pop unless I start singin Every now and then O soul need redeemin Every now and then for the `dro I`m fiendin High to the point my eyes need Visine`n I lay it down right the shit that I`m feelin So if you feelin, what I`m feelin Then it means that I`m doin my thing But yo on the real it`s some dudes fear this Ain`t no such thing to me as I cain`t, yo [Chorus] [O.C.] {"just what I need.."} Yo, I need prove nothin Yeah proof and a kick like Bruce Lee-roy, I start blowin Non-stop action like Jack Chan, in fact Flow like tihs for me is half-assed, I put maybe five percent of my brain on wax The other 95% tucked away in the smash I don`t, mean to brag, or maybe I do Thoughts like pneumonia, talk like a grown-up Kids on the corner, love my persona Get a whiff of this bitch, smell my aroma Slick talkin niggaz get left in a coma Thinkin I`m a punk cause my job is a performer Time and time again I`ve shown within my zone Anywhere I lay my dome is my home, there`s so many niggaz in the game I`ve spawned Fuck who don`t acknowledge it, I know what I`ve done ... So if you feelin, what I`m feelin Then it means that I`m doin my thing But yo on the real it`s some dudes fear this Ain`t no such thing to me as I cain`t See I never let a small thing wear on my brain Hear what I`m sayin? {"just what I need.."} Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Ya Don`t Stop: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/114/1/4000.html Все тексты песен: O.C. » O.C. - Who Run It? » O.C. - Memory Lane » O.C. - Special » O.C. - Evaridae » O.C. - Constables » O.C. - 1nce Again » O.C. - Outtro (Sabatoge) » O.C. - Hypocrite » O.C. - Word...Life » O.C. - Utmost » O.C. - Getaway » O.C. - Point O` Viewz » O.C. - The Professional » O.C. - Ga Head » O.C. - Jewelz » O.C. - Soul to Keep » O.C. - Can`t Go Wrong » O.C. - The Chosen One » O.C. - Story » O.C. - Creative Control Рекомендуем скачать: » Беретта - Сразу двоих » Борис Вахнюк - Выбор » Баста - Дворняга » Беломорканал - КРЕСТЫ » Борис Аникин - Перестроечный марш » Борис Вячеславов - Здравствуй, здравствуй, звездный странник... » Борис Кинер, Михаил Кинер - Горный приют » Борис Вайханский - Романс петербургского ревизора-инкогнито Ивана Александровича Хлестакова (к спектаклю Ревизор по Н.В » Борис Вахнюк - Стоит мой дом на Сучьем болоте... » Блестящие - За четыре моря » Борис Бурда - Монолог самостоятельной женщины » Борис Бурда - Посвящение фильму Москва слезам не верит » Белый Орел - С высоких гор » Борис Вайханский - Романс городничего Антона Антоновича Сквозник-Дмухановского (к спектаклю Ревизор по Н.В. Гоголю) » Булат Окуджава - Живописцы » Борис Вайханский - Песня скомороха Богдашки » Борис Бурда - Диалог двух непризнанных гениев » Борис Вахнюк - Это » Братья Грим - Новогодние бабочки » Булат Окуджава - Эта комната (Стихи)
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