Song | Jewelz |
Artist | O.C. |
Album | Jewelz |
作词 : Credle, Hall | |
Uhh, Uhh, yea, yea, ha | |
Come on, Come on, Come on | |
Ha | |
What, yea | |
Diggin In The Crates ya' | |
Come on, Come on, Come on | |
Uhh, yea | |
Lord Finesse ya' | |
Check it, yea | |
Uhh, check it out | |
Check it out | |
Yo, my movement motion | |
Smooth or rough as the ocean | |
Sometimes it slip away and I lose devotion | |
My judgement get cloudy | |
Then I wanna get rowdy | |
Like Arabia | |
Terrorize like Saudi Arabia | |
My avons reflects my mood swing | |
Switch colors like a mood ring | |
Wifey telling me good things | |
So I won't strain | |
Got grey hairs, and only been here 25 years | |
Shed tears for niggaz I knew for life, now lifeless | |
When u died to us, was like the Iranian crisis | |
I took it hard like a flick slow mo' breathing | |
Prophetize dot of a book_summer night's dreaming | |
Semi-wet as I write this | |
Dragging the cancer sticks | |
Smoke thick, Hennessey shots to my wig | |
Half naked while I jot this | |
Lounging in my boxers | |
Dreaming Tahiti, even settle for the Bahamas | |
I get a boner | |
When am asleep dreaming that im louging on a yaucht | |
(Chillin in the sun), bom bout the leave the docks | |
Reality I wake up to | |
Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust | |
It's just the... | |
[Chorus] | |
Stress, frust, make me wanna bust | |
Make me wanna cuss | |
I lust, for living a life a righteousness | |
With invisible forces stand in my way, keeping my mind off course | |
I'm searching for the light like Noah | |
The flame combust | |
Upon the bush forseeing my future like the Nova | |
Pushing for the brighter side of living a life | |
A better time pouring rhymes like wine | |
Till my cup run it over | |
Temptation on my shoulder | |
I'm growing colder then a polar bear | |
Thinking about a bank hold up | |
I fall upon my lap, and rest my head upon my knee caps | |
Is it a crime that I be dreaming about the G's black? | |
Freeze for a minute, gotta take control of my life | |
Gotta hold it like a knife | |
Must have more then a slice you know | |
Frustration, mental masturbation, (confusion) | |
Life is love living till I'm right be in a illusion | |
Seclusion, seeing me is rare | |
I rather attain stacks mack the islands on a plane ready for lift off | |
And spend grands, sipping exotic juice | |
Laying in the shade and shores | |
At a fly resort, on my cell contact the D.I.T.C. cohorts | |
Talking to the God Finesse | |
We tight like indians with a mohawk | |
And so on, | |
Conversation going on do the math | |
Dreaming I leave the___ Champagne bubble bath | |
Reality I wake up to | |
Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust | |
It's just the... | |
[Chorus x2] | |
Stress, frust, make me wanna bust | |
Make me wanna cuss | |
I lust, for living a life a righteousness | |
With invisible forces stand in my way, keeping my mind off course | |
(Your working hard for the dough) | |
But time seem to go slow | |
Busting your ass to go from a amatuer to a pro | |
Low budget feeling inside no more can you score | |
Bad and good fight inside just like a war | |
(Slavery later foundation for my nation centuries before | |
Final Call be the New World Order) | |
2 K's on it's way, no time for play | |
So I prey to God got me on a path of righteuos ways | |
Even though i get stressed, and frustrated | |
The best time for me to bless a rhyme is to put the pen through a test | |
(Yeah I want the riches | |
The misses on my side on a pool, with the night | |
When blitzed, and magic like a grand wizard) | |
Official O.C. a two syllable sound | |
Three six incomplete like the earth was round | |
And on that note keep hope alive | |
Striving to rise | |
From the inner soul | |
Seeing through the eyes of a crow you know | |
Slow pacing walk forth is only right | |
Seperating the cause | |
From another man "Far From Yours" | |
(Going for mine still coming off a two year hiatus) | |
And in that time nigga's bit my shit like alligators | |
It's alright though this rap shit is stress for us | |
It makes u feel like your in a hallway robust with angel dust | |
Reality i wake up to | |
My old dad once told me how u live your life is all on you son | |
[Chorus x2] | |
Stress, frust, make me wanna bust | |
Make me wanna cuss | |
I lust, for living a life a righteousness | |
With invisible forces stand in my way, keeping my mind off course |
zuò cí : Credle, Hall | |
Uhh, Uhh, yea, yea, ha | |
Come on, Come on, Come on | |
Ha | |
What, yea | |
Diggin In The Crates ya' | |
Come on, Come on, Come on | |
Uhh, yea | |
Lord Finesse ya' | |
Check it, yea | |
Uhh, check it out | |
Check it out | |
Yo, my movement motion | |
Smooth or rough as the ocean | |
Sometimes it slip away and I lose devotion | |
My judgement get cloudy | |
Then I wanna get rowdy | |
Like Arabia | |
Terrorize like Saudi Arabia | |
My avons reflects my mood swing | |
Switch colors like a mood ring | |
Wifey telling me good things | |
So I won' t strain | |
Got grey hairs, and only been here 25 years | |
Shed tears for niggaz I knew for life, now lifeless | |
When u died to us, was like the Iranian crisis | |
I took it hard like a flick slow mo' breathing | |
Prophetize dot of a book_summer night' s dreaming | |
Semiwet as I write this | |
Dragging the cancer sticks | |
Smoke thick, Hennessey shots to my wig | |
Half naked while I jot this | |
Lounging in my boxers | |
Dreaming Tahiti, even settle for the Bahamas | |
I get a boner | |
When am asleep dreaming that im louging on a yaucht | |
Chillin in the sun, bom bout the leave the docks | |
Reality I wake up to | |
Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust | |
It' s just the... | |
Chorus | |
Stress, frust, make me wanna bust | |
Make me wanna cuss | |
I lust, for living a life a righteousness | |
With invisible forces stand in my way, keeping my mind off course | |
I' m searching for the light like Noah | |
The flame combust | |
Upon the bush forseeing my future like the Nova | |
Pushing for the brighter side of living a life | |
A better time pouring rhymes like wine | |
Till my cup run it over | |
Temptation on my shoulder | |
I' m growing colder then a polar bear | |
Thinking about a bank hold up | |
I fall upon my lap, and rest my head upon my knee caps | |
Is it a crime that I be dreaming about the G' s black? | |
Freeze for a minute, gotta take control of my life | |
Gotta hold it like a knife | |
Must have more then a slice you know | |
Frustration, mental masturbation, confusion | |
Life is love living till I' m right be in a illusion | |
Seclusion, seeing me is rare | |
I rather attain stacks mack the islands on a plane ready for lift off | |
And spend grands, sipping exotic juice | |
Laying in the shade and shores | |
At a fly resort, on my cell contact the D. I. T. C. cohorts | |
Talking to the God Finesse | |
We tight like indians with a mohawk | |
And so on, | |
Conversation going on do the math | |
Dreaming I leave the___ Champagne bubble bath | |
Reality I wake up to | |
Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust | |
It' s just the... | |
Chorus x2 | |
Stress, frust, make me wanna bust | |
Make me wanna cuss | |
I lust, for living a life a righteousness | |
With invisible forces stand in my way, keeping my mind off course | |
Your working hard for the dough | |
But time seem to go slow | |
Busting your ass to go from a amatuer to a pro | |
Low budget feeling inside no more can you score | |
Bad and good fight inside just like a war | |
Slavery later foundation for my nation centuries before | |
Final Call be the New World Order | |
2 K' s on it' s way, no time for play | |
So I prey to God got me on a path of righteuos ways | |
Even though i get stressed, and frustrated | |
The best time for me to bless a rhyme is to put the pen through a test | |
Yeah I want the riches | |
The misses on my side on a pool, with the night | |
When blitzed, and magic like a grand wizard | |
Official O. C. a two syllable sound | |
Three six incomplete like the earth was round | |
And on that note keep hope alive | |
Striving to rise | |
From the inner soul | |
Seeing through the eyes of a crow you know | |
Slow pacing walk forth is only right | |
Seperating the cause | |
From another man " Far From Yours" | |
Going for mine still coming off a two year hiatus | |
And in that time nigga' s bit my shit like alligators | |
It' s alright though this rap shit is stress for us | |
It makes u feel like your in a hallway robust with angel dust | |
Reality i wake up to | |
My old dad once told me how u live your life is all on you son | |
Chorus x2 | |
Stress, frust, make me wanna bust | |
Make me wanna cuss | |
I lust, for living a life a righteousness | |
With invisible forces stand in my way, keeping my mind off course |