Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My World, artist - O.C.. Album song Jewelz, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
My World |
Uhh |
Yeah, y’know |
Shit is wild, heheh |
Can’t complain though, I’m alive |
Healthy and allathat, knahmsayin? |
Just tryin to do my thang |
Praise to all |
Bust it, that nigga Slick Rick said |
I waited long time sweatin it I got jerked but now I’m gettin it Hazy like asthma bizarre disaster |
Stress almost held me down from bein a master |
The faster, preacher, poet, a teacher |
It’s been so long like Monifah |
Believe that, I’m needed, in rappin, I breathe this |
Some pick up a microphone and can’t even achieve this |
Oscar award winning your shit I’m bored with it Stop copy-catting son (why?) cause your dog did it Get your own lingo, make up your own jingle |
Ten years later you be bitin my single |
Primo, take it Downtown, Swing it Intervenin on the board, sensimil steamin, yeah |
Catch the vibe like a tribal dance |
In the clubs on the low with the b-boy stance |
Money rubbin with a shorty got bumped by a chump |
Tell him, 'Step off, I’m doin the Hump' |
Yeah |
I say it’s my world, and I won’t stop |
and if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped |
Some wish that I was gone cause they know I’ma win |
In a minute I 'll be makin six G’s times ten |
I’m the computer, printin out data take notes |
then analyze the information and press send |
Freaky like porno, Ron Jeremy saw no obstacle or pussy to stop him from bonin a hoe |
Me and the mic double trouble |
Chicks look at us like twins, all lovable and huggable |
Prognosis, on the, mic I choke out |
Had the same effects from coughin blowin smoke out |
Architect, rap technician, man listen |
It’s no doubt you gonna pump this in your system |
My skills ill, and all of that above |
Confidence, I’m not worried bout a street buzz |
I’m O.C., who you? |
I never heard of ya Get out my face 'fore I turn into a motherfuckin murderer |
I want the green like indo, a mansion, a car |
A wife who’s never been a bimbo |
Too much to ask well to me that’s simple |
Wanna retire on a yacht called the S. S. Minnow |
I say it’s my world, and I won’t stop |
And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped |
Top choice, this here nigga got poise |
Ain’t a man alive who could stop my noise |
I snatch a star from the sky, spark up your lye |
You stand astounded wonderin how I did it Now you’re star struck, like I truck gold |
Treatin me like a nigga havin a million records sold |
Now a starchild, phenmonen like the X-Files |
Rappers know I’m comin so they go in exile |
Czar in this rap shit, comin on your mattress |
Microphone fiend I make beats do backflips |
Fear me like genocide, serious |
How I do it through your stereo, mysterious |
O.C. |
do demolition, nil competition |
Like robot Kong on a destroy mission |
A matter of life and death you try to fight for breath |
I snatch your heart from a slice through your chest |
Who the best, from New York to Bogota |
Who got face thinkin they scare me with a scar, shit |
What I be bringin is a terrible sight |
A performance never again performed on the mic |
I say it’s my world, and I won’t stop |
And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped |
Say it’s my world… |
It’s my world… |