O.c. - Utmost lyrics

[O.C.] Yo - I hold the keys to the fountain of youth Plus keys to a double-R 4 point 6 dick Still in the mix, still up to old tricks up in the club Gettin twisted, throwin down shots of the poison Poppin off bottles like boilers V.I.P. reserved for the crew club on the spoilers Ma**ive respect we get, nuttin less We hold power in the place when they see our face We try to stay low pro' but it's im-possible We look at ourselves as norm yet, others see a glow Familiar faces - we live n***az not players Look cash in our pockets in layers like ballplayers Naysayers hatin from the sideline, get a life Shouldn't, be in the spot if your sh** ain't tight False advertisin ain't us, we stay risin D.I.T.C. dot com enterprises [Chorus: O.C.] I'm livin life to the utmost, y'know? I wouldn't trade it in for nuttin else, knahmsayin? I'm exactly who I am, no if's, no and's "No can do" ain't in my vocabulary [O.C.] I, set it in motion, voicebox locked in position To do my thing, O.C. I run things Youngest of my siblings, I'm God's gift to the opposite s** Won't take no for an answer I'm spoiled like that, your highness, one of New York's finest And I'm not talkin about Jake, let's roleplay I'm Diallo, 16 shots from my barrel Plainclothes style, authentic street apparel Slim figure, nickname Mush to my n***az When I'm in England call me Erick Von Sipper Sippin on Don with Prince Andrew at the palace He diggin my style with the chicks, I show prowess When I'm in Denmark, I spark with the Duke Run a train on the Duchess, let my nuts hang loose My shine be devine, toes they gold too Who's f**in with O, y'all n***az like juevo soup [Chorus x2] [O.C.] See I - tote guns when I gotta stack funds When them n***az rap funds be, longer than the Mississippi River Pa**ion for the women, action's what I give 'em What's my name.. n***a? Yo What I spark in the dark, any type of remark I bring forth from the side of my hand, make sure When I spit gems it's no cracks, no flaws Only crack I'd rather is a a** wearin a thong from .. Miami to San Juan To Rio, De Janeiro, to Spain and then some Slummin degrees with chicks that I met from Belize Sanjy, Angie, Rhonda, Big Tez, Charise I'm not lyin y'all, it's the life I know And if I lie my nose will grow I'm not biased to the fact I went plat' over gold Cause when in Rome that's a whole 'nother song Gettin head on the Leanin Tower of Pisa from an Italian diva Sippin fresh wine from crushed grapes She greet a n***a like, royalty, with the utmost loyalty Run a bubble bath, wash me and just spoil me [Chorus x2]