12 Good 12 Sinner lyrics

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OC 12 Good 12 Sinner Lyrics
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Yeah

Wildlife, nigga

Fuck y`all want?

No kids in our muthafuckin clan

It`s all grown men

Violations ain`t happenin

(Word to Miz)



[ VERSE 1: O.C. ]

Yo, somebody call the cops on this nigga here

Seldom seen but often heard, mum`s the word

On the streets they call me Mush as I push up slick

Ride shine with Armor All, chicks all on my dick

Cause I`m so nonchalant about the way I move

I got the aerodynamics of a Benz of a Rolls

Brooknam representer

Intelligent hood, wise but half good, half sinner

Raised around wolves, keen eye for schemin

And to plottin mufuckas, I ain`t down for the ball

Toss up the challenge, fuck the profilin

I`m the type to to take it there, buckshots and start wildin

Broads, I get busy especially when I`m twizzy

Hoes outta pocket, I slave em like Kizzy

I`m OC, baby, what the fuck y`all thought?

I drive a whip with the respect and still ride a iron horse



[ CHORUS ]

Aiyo, how can I express

How I feel, it`s so hard to explain

In the right words what I feel

So I cuss

To express what I feel

Deep inside

Between good and evil it`s a fight



[ VERSE 2: O.C. ]

Yo, I whirlwind through cities, feelin all titties

In the gogo spots, drinkin about a buck fifty

Out comes the sinner, shortie lookin like a winner

I`m diggin deep inside my bag of tricks to get up in her

Smoke Fidel Cubans, ideas fumin

If she could read my mind know I`m all about screwin

Fuck all the drama, fuck the one-liner

Go get your friends and let`s freak it like Madonna

Undress your ( ? ), let`s get it on

( ? ), pop in a porn

Buttnaked with my socks on, `bout to lock horns

...like a Tupac song

Gettin it on from dust to dawn, night to morn

Why settle for corn when you can have filet mignon

It`s only right that I address this case, in fact

At this very moment I`m gettin my dick sucked and I rap



[ CHORUS ]



I feel wicked sometimes, please Lord give me strength

Half my soul is good, the other half is sin

I repent at your feet cause my spirit is weak

So now I lay me down to sleep



[ VERSE 3: O.C. ]

Yo, I pray to G-o-d cause it seem to be wise

And balance out like a Gemini, ain`t I fly?

OC, Mush, y`all, nigga, why ask why?

I`m like the mystery of death, son, we all gotta die

But before I go I`ma set my mark

It`s Wildlife, me and boys build and destroy

Make do with all the time that I got on my hands

Pop Dom Perrignon, spend some grands

Live life with my niggas instead of pullin triggers

Unless I gotta do it I`ma stand and deliver

Exceed the limit, breastfeed the timid

Life`s a game of scrimmage, gotta be in it to win it

Survival of the fittest, straight from the briddicks

Old school like British, those who shitted

Let me just say for those doubtin the kiddid

Fuck the non-believers and fuck all the critics



[ CHORUS ]



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