Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Half Good, Half Sinner, artist - O.C.. Album song Hidden Gems, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mushine
Song language: English
Half Good, Half Sinner |
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) |
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, buck shots 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 |
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 |
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 art forms, let’s get it on |
Make the bed warm, pop in a porn |
Buttnaked 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 sucked and I rap |
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 |
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 |
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, best feed 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 |
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 |