Lyrics Let It Slide - O.C.

Let It Slide

>It’s like many knuckeheads who want to do the eye to eye contact
>Not knowing O.C.
is ready for combat
>I tried to ignore the son with the advacant attitude
>Stick in my face for gratitude, yeah
>Just the other night on the train
>Me my cousin Boo was on our way up to club Galaloo
>I kind of had a fight so we took our 25's and that
>We had juice with the bouncer on the inside
>Mad Jamaicans faking nigga fronting knowing they’re Americans
>We fronted us off from the embarrasing
>Some old poor face fellow try to star me in the eye and give a wammy
>He almost caught a grammy
>Just when I was about to reach for my glock
>And saw cousin Boo whispered to me yo!
>O O let it slide
>It ain’t worth smoking a minute worth of lead
>So to break the tension I
>Broke him in the head
>I let it slide, I let it slip on by
>Giving you one last try to kill it with the eye
>New day same shit occured in this time
>I was asked what I was looking at not knowing he was grassed
>This spark the beef and
>I was gonna finish it off but turns out
>This nigga was soft he got
>Afraid from the way about the stance glancing to my left and right
>Put a basket a man insight
>He’ll see the whole thing if I decide to do a buckwild move
>So what I turn it in shall I choose, ha!
>Fire my steel and take the chance
>Of being bagged and ship up north for a long long?
>I ain’t for it so I flash the cloud
>He saw the nickle plate
>Almost having a day to die
>I wonder why
>Chumps want to pick on I
>They be like setting it off
>And I be letting it slide
>I don’t know what they be seeing
>But one time in a conflict
>I flip, turn into an unstable human being
>I let it slide, I let it slip on by
>Giving you one last try to kill it with the eye
>When I’m flowing with my girl I feel it the most
>Beef coming so close like a champagne toast
>On the train, in the city, down the way
>Down her way, I take it upon myself and say niggas is gay
>What you trying to prove?
>Can’t move him out and with a stare
>But when a brother pull a trunk and sink it ain’t fair
>Two wrongs don’t make a right
>But the philosophy of a fight, fella
>Used to prolong you life, I
>Rolled like it was enemy
>Why would you pretend to be
>Some motherfucker men is to fight to kill Kenney, I
>Be rappin’son’s trying flamboyant and
>Put on a smurf 'cause you staring is annoying and
>No matter how much I try to avoid noise from feeling in with bad day
>Starring in my grill again
>Or try to hypnotize with the eye starring
>Retinified be tearsful, to your family lives a day
>No fronting because you couldn’t stop my glock so
>Time ran out 'cause you punch your own glock
>I let it slide, I let it slip on by
>Giving you one last try to kill it with the eye