Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You And Yours, 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
You And Yours |
Here |
Goes a little something for you and your mans |
Dedicated to you and yours from me and my fam |
Living life to the limit with the world in my hand, I got |
Nothing but love for your main man |
Yo, yo, yo |
With this here shit, I freak it like a wiz, and, uh |
Lace the track like my nigga Showbiz, I’m, uh |
Kinda sore with the microphone, pa, no doubt |
O.C. |
gon' turn it on out—yes, sir |
Follow me now if you didn’t follow before |
How shall I attend to ascend this raw? |
You pull up |
Onto a light, knocking my hits, flicking your BIC |
Gold chain thick to the chicks licking your lips |
They hop on it to my cassette like a cock, they’re fiending |
For what I give like puffing a rock, Mazola |
Food for thought like my nigga A.G., giving |
NYC, nigga, I live in it |
Let’s go, mess no, rhyme, I bless the flow |
Dipping with U-N-I, swerve, control the Lex though |
Bopping with Jigga, dropping jewels to beats, then I |
Bounce and ghost-ride with my main man Sweets—he can |
Wax a nigga |
Here |
Goes a little something for you and your mans |
Dedicated to you and yours from me and my fam |
Living life to the limit with the world in my hand, I got |
Nothing but love for your main man. |
Here |
Goes a little something for you and your mans |
Dedicated to you and yours from me and my fam |
Living life to the limit with the world in our hand, I got |
Nothing but love for your main man |
As sure as my name is O.C., I hold much |
Testosterone and serve like hors d’ouevers—ha! |
I’m maximum, human saxophone. |
You respect |
What I’m saying like Al Capone. |
You crumb |
Bubblegum rappers I chew, blow you up, spit you out |
Like food without seasoning, you got no taste |
Yo, Ogee, who could solo with me? |
(Uh huh) |
These kids be half-grown, and I’m an adult seeing it all |
I’m forced to Show-b-iz conduct proper |
My ways and actions far from an imposter |
Shine like bright light, your worst nightmare like |
Fright Night, coming to you live like a fight night |
Must you steal the way I drop bars on this? |
Perfection at its best, I’m marvelous. |
Applaud me? |
You better. |
I’m fed. |
To get a response, control |
Shit at the snap of a finger like I’m the Fonz—fella, what up? |
Here |
Goes a little something for you and your mans |
Dedicated to you and yours from me and my fam |
Living life to the limit with the world in my hand, I got |
Nothing but love for your main man |
You say, «It ain’t so.» |
How I freak the flow? |
Joey Crack type shit, nigga, blow for blow. |
Big G |
Dog Tag Crew holding it down, Cousin Boo |
Will make a U and bust shots at you. |
You see |
It’s my world or, like, so it seems. |
Chilling with Preem |
Dipping on the highway in a Beem, and it’s |
A wonderful day. |
Just cooling one night, celebrating |
A born day with a nigga named «Life,» we twisted |
Kid, you missed it. |
At a down-low spot |
Champagne popping off like a biscuit |
‘Nough love, word life, I’m high tonight. |
No |
Brawls or fights, just men, no mice. |
Indecisive |
About things in life alone, so |
Sometimes I speak in a hyper tone, see? |
I won’t neglect this, nor can you deny I |
Renaissance man, make it live, the fly guy |
Respect me like a Kennedy, acknowledge my identity |
O’s like a cure, I’m the source, the remedy—you know it |
Here |
Goes a little something for you and your mans |
Dedicated to you and yours from me and my fam |
Living life to the limit, lot of G’s in my hand, I got |
Nothing but love for your main man |
and (O.C.)] |
I got |
Nothing but love for the (D.I.T.C.), I got |
Nothing but love for the (Rockafella, Jay-Z), I got |
Nothing but love for the (Wastelands Family), I got |
Nothing but love for the (Mr. Cheeks and LB’z) |