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O.C. - Doin, Dirt

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[O.C.]
Yo, I`m in the Rover with my co-defendant, the club ended
Wolves posted out in front of the spot, I`m feelin vengeance in the air
Some kids had beef with last year
Hit my man `cross the face with a bat now it`s our tears
We caught one cat a month, Pryor lit fire to `em
I kicked him in his dick, now his fuck game ruined
His ex-girl I`m screwin, disrespect all around the board
Homeboy, motherfuck you and yours

[Chorus: O.C.]
Doin dirt comes back ten times over
Watchin your back becomes a 9 to 5 to survive
Gettin drunk is a mistake, you gotta stay sober
Cause the, blink of an eye is all it takes to die

[O.C.]
Parked the Rover post outside the trunk, no idea
these the same kids from last year
I`m indecisive `bout the baseball cats pulled low; for some reason
stomach had butterflies to leave but I didn`t go
My dog said let`s go chill by the exit
And watch the hoes come out, nah dawg, I`ma chill right here
Tryin to get a good look at these dudes
Yet the crowd was less than what I saw before, I play it cool
Get the keys from my co-D, hit the alarm
Played the driver`s seat, turn on some tunes to stay calm
Lean my, skull on the headrest, heart pumpin inside of my chest
I`m wide open, no gun, no vest
Shoulda listened to the voice in my head, and told my man let`s dip
A big commotion, somebody started some shit
Mouth dry from fear, unaware of homeboy and his peeps
was right behind me, creepin up from the rear

[Chorus] - 2X

[O.C.]
Niggaz approach from the blindside, tapped on the window
I was, smokin the indo, paranoid like a schizo
My eyes opened wide surprised, like I saw a ghost
Lookin down the barrel of toast, I sit froze
It was the kid we stomped out, with a devilish grin
From a year ago, back with his men, back for revenge
White flash, it smashed the window, hittin my chest in tempo
Ears ringin like a clash from a cymbal
Fightin to breathe, thinkin `bout my girl and my seed
Slumped over like a parapleg`, not promised to see
sunrise or my, son rise to manhood
Will he feel abandoned? FUCK
I tried fightin, people lookin in the car frightened
like I ain`t gon` make it... damn...

(Never thought he`d come back like this, blastin)
(Like I said, it was funny like that in the ville sometimes)
(I had done too much to turn back)
(And I done too much to go on)
(My grandpa asked me one time, whether I care whether I live or die)
(Yeah I do, but now it`s too late...)

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