Yeah
Wildlife, n***a
f** y'all want?
No kids in our muthaf**in clan
It's all grown men
Violations ain't happenin
(Word to Miz)
[VERSE 1: O.C.]
Yo, somebody call the cops on this n***a here
Seldom seen but often heard, mum's the word
On the streets they call me Mush as I push up slick
Ride shine with Armor All, chicks all on my dick
Cause I'm so nonchalant about the way I move
I got the aerodynamics of a Benz of a Rolls
Brooknam representer
Intelligent hood, wise but half good, half sinner
Raised around wolves, keen eye for schemin
And to plottin muf**as, I ain't down for the ball
Toss up the challenge, f** the profilin
I'm the type to to take it there, buckshots and start wildin
Broads, I get busy especially when I'm twizzy
Hoes outta pocket, I slave em like Kizzy
I'm OC, baby, what the f** y'all thought?
I drive a whip with the respect and still ride a iron horse
[Hook]
Aiyo, how can I express
How I feel, it's so hard to explain
In the right words what I feel
So I cuss
To express what I feel
Deep inside
Between good and evil it's a fight
[VERSE 2: O.C.]
Yo, I whirlwind through cities, feelin all titties
In the gogo spots, drinkin about a buck fifty
Out comes the sinner, shortie lookin like a winner
I'm diggin deep inside my bag of tricks to get up in her
Smoke Fidel Cubans, ideas fumin
If she could read my mind know I'm all about screwin
f** all the drama, f** the one-liner
Go get your friends and let's freak it like Madonna
Undress your [?], let's get it on
[?], pop in a p**n
bu*tnaked with my socks on, 'bout to lock horns
...like a 2Pac song
Gettin it on from dust to dawn, night to morn
Why settle for corn when you can have filet mignon
It's only right that I address this case, in fact
At this very moment I'm gettin my dick s**ed and I rap
[Hook]
I feel wicked sometimes, please Lord give me strength
Half my soul is good, the other half is sin
I repent at your feet cause my spirit is weak
So now I lay me down to sleep
[VERSE 3: O.C.]
Yo, I pray to G-o-d cause it seem to be wise
And balance out like a Gemini, ain't I fly?
OC, Mush, y'all, n***a, why ask why?
I'm like the mystery of d**h, son, we all gotta die
But before I go I'ma set my mark
It's Wildlife, me and boys build and destroy
Make do with all the time that I got on my hands
Pop Dom Perrignon, spend some grands
Live life with my n***as instead of pullin triggers
Unless I gotta do it I'ma stand and deliver
Exceed the limit, breastfeed the timid
Life's a game of scrimmage, gotta be in it to win it
Survival of the fittest, straight from the briddicks
Old school like British, those who sh**ted
Let me just say for those doubtin the kiddid
f** the non-believers and f** all the critics