O.c. - Half Good, Half Sinner lyrics

Yeah Wildlife, n***a f** y'all want? No kids in our muthaf**in clan It's all grown men Violations ain't happenin (Word to Miz) [VERSE 1: O.C.] Yo, somebody call the cops on this n***a 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 muf**as, I ain't down for the ball Toss up the challenge, f** 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 f** y'all thought? I drive a whip with the respect and still ride a iron horse [Hook] 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 f** all the drama, f** the one-liner Go get your friends and let's freak it like Madonna Undress your [?], let's get it on [?], pop in a p**n bu*tnaked with my socks on, 'bout to lock horns ...like a 2Pac 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 s**ed and I rap [Hook] 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, n***a, why ask why? I'm like the mystery of d**h, 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 n***as 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 sh**ted Let me just say for those doubtin the kiddid f** the non-believers and f** all the critics