Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Special , by - O.C.. Song from the album Starchild, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grit
Song language: English
Special |
| Yo… aiyyo relax your mind and let your conscience be free |
| And get down with the sounds of this nigga O. C |
| Walkin the streets, chicks hawkin me |
| You ask why? |
| (Why?) That’s how it ought to be |
| Draw your own conclusion, seperate the real from illusion |
| The fake one dealin with confusion |
| My kindred spirit will burn 'til, God douse my flame |
| 'Til then, forever I’ll reign |
| The level of my game is like, a smooth fadeaway jumpshot |
| By Jordan in the last few seconds |
| Crab niggas hecklin, hopin I’ll miss |
| It’s all net when, ball fall through like swish |
| Embarassin to me, there’s none other |
| Fine as, Donnie Brasco, my steez deep cover |
| Thoughts caress you, may God bless you |
| For all listenin ears comin from, truly yours |
| Somethin special |
| Yeah |
| I know it, I feel it, I see it, I know I’m |
| Uh-huh |
| I live it, I breathe it, I eat it, I know I’m |
| Word |
| I know it, I feel it, I see it, I know I’m |
| Check, yo |
| Got a vendetta with myself, why I haven’t had a had a million sold |
| Knowin what I spit made of gold |
| Life and 'dro spark it, move your ass |
| While the blunt flame illuminate the darkness |
| Smoke yellow, O-thello, thoughts flow mellow |
| Who the hell gon' tell O what I already know? |
| It’s a thin line between fine wine and Ripple |
| Good wine you let it breathe in that glass of crystal |
| Take a sip, swish it in your gums for taste |
| The act itself, the ambience is what I embrace |
| All attention’s on me, it’s been a long time |
| Praise to God, one through nine, O is the dime |
| Over the hill? |
| I’m far from it; |
| you name it I done it |
| I been here before like Muhammad — check |
| Thoughts caress you, may God bless you |
| For all listenin ears comin from, truly yours |
| Somethin special |
| Yeah… yo |
| It seems like a, mic was made so I can speak my piece |
| Or like a, defense lawyer who preparin his brief |
| Convince a jury not to convict, who he defendin for his freedom |
| Fake niggas in my life, I don’t need 'em |
| Ask around 'bout my stats at bat |
| I plant my feet, and point it, send it out of the park |
| The ball defy gravity, attached to yo' ass like a cavity |
| Thoughts blurry, mines got clarity |
| The world ain’t, parallel to mines, go 'round |
| Like a carousel ride, I got — nothin to hide |
| Hollywood even want in, your typecast characters I won’t play 'em |
| Rules I refuse obeyin; |
| stern like an oxen |
| Fight more bouts than a one-day session knockin out songs like Jack Johnson |
| F what the rest do, O got the record |
| And call like God answerin your prayers and affairs, I’m |