No Main Topic Lyrics by O.C.
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[Intro]
1: Yo O pick up the phone indeed!
2: Yo yo whattup E whattup?
1: Yo what's goin on kid?
2: Chillin man, sort of
1: Yo you heard the O.C. shit?
2: Yeah yeah that shit is flavored dude
1: Yo
2: Yo talk to you later man
[O.C.]
Uhh I never ran from my men unless glocks get cocked in my face
I dash before the {*gun shot*
Diss the sister cause you didn't like ya mister
Bust ya ego on down like a blister
The party was packed in fact black niggaz were packed and stacked
Inside of the waist like flap jacks
First of all what you call huh for?
Who's hardcore, I guess grit ya teeth and lock ya jaw
Best all is filled with crooks and criminals
Ill type of characters givin 'em ill subliminals
I astound you from a round that I wrote long time ago
Down this place I figure who would go, the body so cold
Talk about the mind
[Intro]
1: Yo O pick up the phone indeed!
2: Yo yo whattup E whattup?
1: Yo what's goin on kid?
2: Chillin man, sort of
1: Yo you heard the O.C. shit?
2: Yeah yeah that shit is flavored dude
1: Yo
2: Yo talk to you later man
[O.C.]
Uhh I never ran from my men unless glocks get cocked in my face
I dash before the {*gun shot*
Diss the sister cause you didn't like ya mister
Bust ya ego on down like a blister
The party was packed in fact black niggaz were packed and stacked
Inside of the waist like flap jacks
First of all what you call huh for?
Who's hardcore, I guess grit ya teeth and lock ya jaw
Best all is filled with crooks and criminals
Ill type of characters givin 'em ill subliminals
I astound you from a round that I wrote long time ago
Down this place I figure who would go, the body so cold
Talk about the mind