(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, ***** 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 *****s gimme pound, envious *****s 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 *****t 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 mu*****as 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 *****s, if I should die Just make sure my wake gimme a 21 gun salute ****, aim and shoot [gunshots] [VERSE 2: O.C.] Yo, echoin shots in your hallways This is for gangsta *****s 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 ***** 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 *****s inside Ahmed, [Name], Show, Bless, Flow, 'Nesse, Dre, Buck and PA My ***** [Name], the women catch a glimpse As they focus they vision on these players and pimps Who keep it gully? (That ***** 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, *****, 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
(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, ***** 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 *****s gimme pound, envious *****s 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 *****t 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 mu*****as 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 *****s, if I should die Just make sure my wake gimme a 21 gun salute ****, aim and shoot [gunshots] [VERSE 2: O.C.] Yo, echoin shots in your hallways This is for gangsta *****s 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 ***** 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 *****s inside Ahmed, [Name], Show, Bless, Flow, 'Nesse, Dre, Buck and PA My ***** [Name], the women catch a glimpse As they focus they vision on these players and pimps Who keep it gully? (That ***** 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, *****, 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
