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tim westwood radio 1 freestyle ’97 - o.c. lyrics

[intro: o.c.]
check*check it out y’all, check*check it out
ditc y’all, check*check it out
big l check*check, check*check it out
one time yo, yo

[verse 1: o.c.]
committing crime with the rhyme, always on time
lamping on the island with a honey that’s a dime
sipping on wine, escaping new york life
fleeing the inner city streets for a little paradise
i rent a villa on the beach and the lam like a k!ller chilling
but i’m not a villain
feel the effects of the mai tai and the weed big l copped from the rastas
getting high as the climate
designer drug dosage, raps i spit be ferocious
quoted like confucius
thick like mucus in the membrane, penetrate like bengay
on the mic, mcs call me sensei
cl*ster, ill*strious like a carat that i copped from the district
bust rhymes like a biscuit
mr. o pr*nunciated with the c
mesmerizing chicks from new york to gay paris

[break: o.c.]
like that y’all, you don’t stop
big l, uh, you don’t stop
so what’s it gonna be? big l ride for me
the name is o.c., boy boy how you be?
[verse 2: big l]
i be that key n*ggy, you see jiggy, push the v*twiggy
large like free w*lly, me broke? don’t be silly
you’s a low life, no hoes, no ice
don’t be mad at me ’cause i chose your wife
with this rap sh*t i’m so nice, don’t cooperate with police
on my spare time, i like to roll dice
not for petty change, play for g’s and better
you won’t be rich as me if your whole crew put your cheese together
cash, i got plenty, microphones, rock many
everything i touch is in the top twenty
dumb hits, i’m the one chicks be hawkin’ a lot
stay drivin’, so i don’t be walkin’ a lot
and the chains and diamonds rings that i be flossin’ is hot
plus expensive, meanin’ it be costin’ a lot
i’m the one, cuzzo, never slid with a bum ho
if a chick lips is jumbo, i want some gumbo
in a n*gga mouth is where my gun go
139 is where i’m from, bro, you know that, i’m just remindin’ you
front and they’ll be findin’ you with sh*lls from my 9 in you
you trash, that’s why n0body signin’ you
ice blindin’ you, cl!ck is timin’ you (yeah)
waitin’ to catch you flossin’ somewhere so we can put you in a coffin this year
big l, flamboyant records, baby

[break: o.c.]
[verse 3: o.c.]
we be holdin’ it down for d.i.t.c, n*ggas stink like faeces
comin’ against raw dogs, you lost!
the way i stimulate rhyme in rhythmatic timin’
on beat, off*beat, drunk flow, here we go
assignments handed out
each individual stand out, carryin’ his own clout
phenomenal moses of rap, i pose a threat
foes i put ’em on a block like a hole in the pen
lyrical genocide on the witty side
n*ggas give me respect due, like the pope in a synagogue
who weighin’ my odd? o.c. far from a fraud
you waste my time, fella, so i bagged your broad
blow your mind, ditto, with no conscience
we decide the law, uh, we congress
this concludes my repertoire, what we be on
big l and o.c. make way and get peed on

[verse 4: big l]
check it out, ears studded out, playa haters cut it out
chain flooded out, s*xin’ hoes tell i’m nutted out
you on the mixtape, talkin ’bout you flip weight
you fishcake holdin’ your [d*ck] and still couldn’t [p*ss straight] (hahaha)
see ha, i had to take the gun
yo, check it out, yo bust it
how cool can one mc be?
y’all still envy me ’cause i’m m.v.p
cruise through harlem in a bullet*proof mpv
man, you f*ck around and get plugged like mtv
[break: big l]
word (uh)
uh (uh)
live (check it)
live (yo, yo)
check it, yo

[verse 5: o.c.]
co*signing on my n*gga trial, sh*t got wild
he caught a case for a body and a pist*al, sh*t’s foul
cats run their mouth a mile a minute like b*tches
instead of holdin’ it down, fellas turn snitches
stressed like [f*ck] and you could see it in my face
i was goin’ through problems with my shorty
plus thinkin ’bout my man nevaha politickin’ with his mom dukes
strugglin’ to scr*pe up cake for his court date
i felt like sh*t, i didn’t come through
blue skies turned gray so i proceed to pray
it ain’t workin’, the whole situation’s uncertain
rent’s overdue, bills fallin’ like curtains
b*tches on my back, this chick named cat was by my side
’til i got wise and opened up my eyes
bad luck for this life i hail, i say1 what’s a matter with my world? yeah

[outro]

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