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
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
get your cash on, M.O.B. That's Money Over Bitches, cause they breed envy Now rule two is a hard one, watch for phonies Keep yo', enemies close nigga,
ask around, they tell you who the rawest in town Cause I'm a +Thug By Nature+, strictly for the paper Ain't nobody steppin to Steve (B-O-N-E) I come with
: (feat. Def Squad Artists & MC Eiht) Intro: Sen Dog Yeah Bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five Soul Assassins Cypress Hill joint. Yo we want
Round's on Me" (get it together) Kuniva, Ca$his (I ain't goin nowhere) Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater (O. Trice) WHAT! [Obie Trice] Niggaz didn't kill me
busted But when I start droppin' wicked shit you can't trust it Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde ridin' inside your mind It's hard to see the U-N-H-O-L-Y when
all about it, The Movement on the loose say we Boomshake the loudest You don't wanna miss nothin keep yo I glued Like a High speed chase on the five o
bad guy, c'mon prove it c'mon, you think you bad? How bad you are?!-- I'm the nigga of the century -c'mon lets see how bad you are c'mon bad guy! C'
who pose as friends and foes Wind up violated like I was the P-O [Interlude: Shadii of The Force MD's] Satisfaction or your money back Gotta keep to
Man even said, "You're a monster!" Yeah, that's how I feel To be down, you must appeal To the crew, we're rated R O.C., O.G., Bobby Johnson son Ask me
: [Jay-Z] R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit Memphis Bleek, we runnin this rap shit B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks
bounce, uhh, bounce Uhh, bounce, uhh.. Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C Sigel Sigel
comsopolitan Lets jet out the club, get some oxygen Your friends claim I'm a player, you be lucky to keep me But you know people gon' be talking 'bout us weekly My car be, in a robbery, P.O
I all swoll Jill-Town, J.C, when I'm all swoll (???) to (???) so on, when I'm all swoll Recognize the whole mama soul We got Naughty In another words
call me Sugar Baby Shi-da-loh I'm one fourth of the migh-ty G-double-O, D-and-the-I-and-the-E, the M-and-the-O [Khujo] Yo, this ain't no chain to your
the freak outta that bitch - Rick James. (whoooo!) I! - Whole things if my brains aggitated you. (uh-huh!) No more pain! - Your 'Souls' graduated (oooh!) I keep
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons Ha, R-O-C
