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1. _ Intro
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2. _ Bon Appetit
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3. _ Soul to Keep
(Stop the car...
Brooklyn
Do somethin to make me feel better
- I'ma do somethin to make you feel great)
It's like
Bon Appetit y'all
[ VERSE 1: O.C. ]
Commonly known as O.C. to some of y'all
My peoples call me Mush or Mush
Say it with different twang, it means the same, nigga
The love of her life to your wife is Von Zipper
Shoot darts like cupid, leave em stuck on stupid
How I manoeuvre, leavin em sayin oohs and aahs
Your dream boat-type of man, I'm a god
A straight sin to a love-struck sucker involved
My niggas gimme pound, envious niggas they just nod
(I see everything) to observe is not the word
My style is reserved, a-ddress me as Sir Fly
Gone is the humble kid, I'm gunnin for number one and shit
Brooklyn born and bred, reppin my residence
I can't live with that, I'm reppin NY
The rotten apple is a place where the strong reside
Some of the illest have died, puttin them feelings aside
But on the live, yo, never seen my cousin Chuck [Name]
Words like cum like a bird suckin me off
She tellin me let her know at the moment I blow
I got sin in my veins, hope I don't burn up in flames
They say tigers nevfer change they stripes, whoever said it was right
And I say love is life with larceny
Chicken pieces want to grease up with the darker me
Or maybe possibly rotatin constantly
You mufuckas don't want no type of parts of me
It's Mush
[ CHORUS ]
I lay me down to sleep
And I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
Rubbin on my rosary beeds
That if there shouldn't be a dawn
That I rise and yawn
Then so be it
This is to my niggas, if I should die
Just make sure my wake gimme a 21 gun salute
Cock, aim and shoot
( *gunshots* )
[ VERSE 2: O.C. ]
Yo, echoin shots in your hallways
This is for gangsta niggas fittin the MO
I'm reckon that my medicine will leave you stimmo
Just feel low, step in my world, there's nothin to fear
Who claimin they live, this is live right here
Walkin with a slew foot and a bop
Speak sideways when I talk
Even when I'm not high my eyes are small
Not very short, yet I'm not so tall
But I got a big heart, big hands and some big-ass balls
I spray walls like a dog, markin territories off
Everytime I touch down in a city of yours
I mix and mingle with my boys, shootin winks at the broads
Shootin drinks to the players, keepin in peace is all
With the fine rides with Wildlife niggas inside
Ahmed, [Name], Show, Bless, Flow, 'Nesse, Dre, Buck and PA
My nigga [Name], the women catch a glimpse
As they focus they vision on these players and pimps
Who keep it gully? (That nigga Mush)
Who play it cool like Arthur Fonzarelli
Dippin through my hood with no kind of worries
On the block drinkin malt liquors and hard liquor
Puffin a spliff while the cars ride by pumpin Jigga
I'm from be -are-(double o)-k-l-why-n
And if I wasn't, nigga, then why would I say I am?
I'm from the (slums) with the (bums) and the (rats) and the (guns)
Where the drugs get slung, dispose condoms with cum - one
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4. _ Paradise
[O.C.]
Yeah, uhh
Rock on the boards, why'know?
Hahahahahaha, yeah
Yeah yeah, what what
Yo, yo
Whatever I write, I abide by, sayin what I mean
Meanin what I stand by, O.C.
Be full of ambition, never givin up on them good things
I love my life, it's worth livin
When I feel I'm at a standstill and things ain't right
I look to my niggaz for insight
and vice verse adjust my thoughts, play it like sports
Grown-ass man and I'm my own brand
It's safe to say I'm too fly to waste away
Responsibilities, give me a price to pay
Not livin for today cause half ain't okay
I'm far from greedy, but I want the whole entree
Give me silk, take away the satin
Prefer somethin beyond gold, I want platinum
I'd rather chill in the Bermudas than in Palm Springs under palm trees
With my lady sippin on the Malibu Bay Breeze
[Chorus: O.C.]
Paradise y'all, how I'm livin my life
It's alright huh, stay gettin that dough
With my co-D's, we split dough down the middle
so it's no greed, that's how we proceed
[O.C.]
Customized flow, detailed top to bottom
Like a brand new paint job, it's hard not to spot 'em
Far as I see things clearer than the sight
I'm destined one day to see my name in lights
See I do what I know at best to flow freely
Born to drop gems more exotic than Tahiti
O.C. I'm all for it
From state to state, cross borders, even clear across waters
What I fuse, how I choose, the way I use
what I rock can't be excused
Fur thoughts like a chinchilla
Wordplay go down smooth as Genuine Draft, it's just Miller
I, Black Moses, Brooklyn God, Jehovah
And the Mayor, some be thugs and some players
Crown a new king G, bring me wine and grapes
on a plate, rubber bands on them things
separate the gold and the ice, playin it safe
It bring smiles to the gold teefs in my face
Yeah, uhh, everyday I say my grace
Uh-huh..
[Chorus] - 2X
[O.C.]
Yo, I'm deep rooted, watch my ass for intruders
Hate to pack guns but if provoked I shoot it
Request the best, I'll blaze 'em all
Kings with crowns, I see many ways for y'all to fall
It's my world y'all, and I set the pace
Come in my zone, niggaz better 'bout face
Judgin from the fact I been in the game for some time
All I did was age like wine
Redefine what I'm after, did what I had to do
to break through, and reserve another chapter
For all those years, I played the rear
Now it's time to step up a notch and boost the rep up
I'm pure skill, like fishscale
Get you wide open this here's XL
I shall prevail in the game, feelin the flame grow stronger
Can't hold it back any longer
Right the wrong, whether storms ahead
Wildlife's in your area, we killin 'em dead
No reason for treason, money don't matter to the clique
When it comes to us, we break it even
[Chorus] - 2X
Word
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5. _ Get It Dirty
Now what you know about the CLK with fo' doors
Hoes with no drawers, smokin so raw
Coke from Omar, the nigga from "Scarface"
Connects with Sosa, the nigga that killed Tony
Now I throw pies like pizza chefs
We eat your bread, y'all niggaz get beat to death
You wanna see somethin? Playa watch, we sprayin shots
when haters plot, some been slingin rocks since Mayor Koch
I heard a lot about you
But I don't give a fuck, so I gotta shout you
Party Arty in the truck, but you can't see him
Had to warn 'em, better join 'em if you can't beat 'em
And I'd give anything for my man freedom
Trick and Tone comin home to the fam-bino
And I'm that nigga like my man Nino
So let your crew, your clique, and family know
We get it dirty nigga
[Chorus]
We get it rockin, get it happenin, we get it dusty
We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me
Droppin, 'til it's platinum, 'til it's dusty
We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me
We get it flossy, arrogant dog, bossy
Charge three after I slip a mick in your coffee
Get off me, started talkin fast and lost me
Of course we them niggaz, "What What" like N.O.R.E.
I blind hoes, when I step in the club
My chain so bright, I got chicks checkin for bugs
D-Flow lyrically I'm swift with the tongue fo' sho'
Killer you feelin me I'm sick with the gun and yo
It's nuttin new son, bring your crew son
I knew none of these rappers, had it, my flow like magic
Hoes attracted to the kid with the small bling
South Boogie, niggaz got it plus more bling
On the spot a hot 16 that ain't shit
Rock blue and grey all day, and I ain't Crip
My bank sick, dough stack to the sky
And I'ma stay high with a pound in the back of the 5
[Chorus]
We get it poppin, we get it crackin, we get it dusty
We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me
Droppin, 'til it's platinum, 'til it's dusty
Get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me
What's my profile?
Demeanor of a chief over this here beat, check the pow-wow
Sirens, reminiscent to violence
Wildlife, with about a hundred niggaz behind us
Get it feelin like it's World War 3 up in this bitch
before the bomb hits nigga
We get it dirty, done deal, guns I reveal
Yo' gun stay concealed, let's leave it at that
Machine gun rap spray off
Layin niggaz six feet, eyes wide from the chaos
Many minds wanna know why they call me Mush
But if I tell ya then I got ta kill ya
See I leave no stones underturned, that's how a lot of niggaz get burned
Man I'm "Deep Cover" like Fishburne
It's my turn, pay-offs is froo froo
Layoffs'll make a nigga turn postal and shoot you
[Chorus]
We get it poppin, we get it crackin, we get it dusty
We get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me
Droppin, 'til it's platinum, 'til it's dusty
Get it crunk son, we get it all that, trust me
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6. _ Respect Tha Drop
[O.C.]
Blood pulsatin, adrenaline flowin
Full moon at night, on the stoop gettin right
I'll never forget the day before
Son told me to tuck my ice in cause niggaz was triflin
We did what he said but the habit in me
was to show it off, I still let my chain swang free
Not really thinkin 'bout a set up, or even gettin wet up
that summer night from such advice
So I proceed to parlay, like I do in BK
But this wasn't home, and niggaz shoulda known
to stay on point, niggaz shoulda been on point
And the price paid was lookin down the barrel of a joint
We was dead meat, and them niggaz was wolves
But they didn't want our flesh, dem niggaz wanted the jewels
It happened so quick, no time to get afraid
First instinct was to run like a slave
Me and Schoolly Boy was boxed in
My man Hugh's a few feet away, with a pound at his face
I looked, son in his eyes cause I know how he is
While the other faggot nigga had the gun in my ribs
I thought - fuck, shit 'bout to get buckwild
Popped off my chain, threw it with a Coke and a smile
Thinkin leave already, but them niggaz wasn't done
They went in our pockets for change, numbers and bubblegum
Now - how low can a lowlife get, askin what size are my kicks?
Like I'ma say 8 and shit
To myself I was sayin I'ma MURDER this kid
But thank the Lord they didn't peel back my wig
The jux wasn't longer than a minute to Mush
Then them niggaz tried to tell us, do the Carl Lewis
No backshots buddy, I began to walk backwards
And bust my ass, it all happened so fast
He thought I was shot, starin at me in shock
Turned around, them niggaz was gone, vanished up the block
There was no escapin what not
With toasters in your face, maintain and respect the drop
Word up
You hear that?
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7. _ Psalm 23
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8. _ Bounce Mission
[O.C.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We 'bout to take you on a bounce mission
Uhh, yeah, rock on the boards ha?
Uhh, yeah, rock on the boards ha? (Rock on the boards ha?)
Uhh, uh-huh, yeah
Uhh, uhh, let's keep it goin c'mon
Mmm, geah, ahh, uhh
Uhh, yeah, ahh, uhh
Yeah, mm, ahh, uh-huh
Yah..
Yo - I got your asses movin, I keep the joint jumpin
I'm always sayin somethin, y'all know I'm nice stop frontin
Man I'm overdue, O.C.'s a rare breed
And equivalent to a stampede of nasty
Dog I'm true and livin, better yet alive and kickin
I ain't goin nowhere, this dough got me finger-lickin
Leavin, good taste in my mouth, I'm lovin it yo
I'm bigger I'm better I'm iller than I was befo'
Prayin I fall face first if ever the day come
No time soon, I'll be around longer than rum
That's legendary status, like car shows and Jacob Jared's
Reoccurin like black expos - this be a marriage
The Kodiak sipper, is bronze zipper
What I provide, will bring the freak out your sister
It's my life, it's my world, it's my way
It's Wildlife, it's our time, a new day
[Chorus: O.C.]
Aiyyo, let's get it on and poppin, time for some new rules
It's summertime y'all, so put your minks up
Pull the big dogs out, wax 'em up good
Get your ice steamed cleaned, shine your links up
[O.C.]
Yo, you never know what's comin next from me, I do it, casually
Have fun with it, get dumb with it, run with it
Spit it nasty like, dog shit on the bottom of your boot
Or nasty like a kid with a mouth that's loose
The purest form of anything considered to be raw
Like porno chicks takin cum shots and sayin (more)
I'm wicked in ways you can't describe my persona
+Good Times+, treat it like the hips on Wilona
From New York to Arizona; from Las Vegas, Nevada
to San Fran' to them third world borders, I..
.. won't stop, won't hush
I'm like some good ass smoke that you just can't crush
No matter what, M-you-S-H, S-H-I-N-E I was designed to be
I'm what you call content, and even with a hundred mill' in the bank
If you owe me I want every red cent
[Chorus] - 2X
[O.C.]
Yo, y'all niggaz sleepin thought I couldn't do it like this
I see y'all peepin sayin this is some ol' tight shit
It's no, doubt in my mind shorties gon' like this
That's aight den, that's soundin right den
y'all niggaz sleepin thought I couldn't do it like this
I see y'all peepin sayin this is some ol' tight shit
It's no, doubt in my mind shorties gon' like this
That's aight den, that's soundin right den
Aiyyo, I got the hook-up, my man cook-up
See I'm about to shake up the world, once and for all y'all
For all y'all, it's for all y'all, no strings attached to it
{*beat plays*} That's all you gotta do
It's a one shot deal for those keepin it real
Just keep it right, just party all night and not kill
(Aiyyo, aiiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyooooooooooo, aiyyyyyyyyoooooo)
Hahahaha, yo
[Chorus] - 2X
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9. _ Doin Dirt
[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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10. _ Utmost
[O.C.]
Yo - I hold the keys to the fountain of youth
Plus keys to a double-are 4 point 6 dick
Still in the mix, still up to old tricks up in the club
Gettin twisted, throwin down shots of the poison
Poppin off bottles like boilers
V.I.P. reserved for the crew club on the spoilers
Massive respect we get, nuttin less
We hold power in the place when they see our face
We try to stay low pro' but it's I'm-possible
We look at ourselves as norm yet, others see a glow
Familiar faces - we live niggaz not players
Look cash in our pockets in layers like ballplayers
Naysayers hatin from the sideline, get a life
Shouldn't, be in the spot if your shit ain't tight
False advertisin ain't us, we stay risin
D.I.T.C. dot com enterprises
[Chorus: O.C.]
I'm livin life to the utmost, why'know?
I wouldn't trade it in for nuttin else, knahmsayin?
I'm exactly who I am, no if's, no and's
"No can do" ain't in my vocabulary
[O.C.]
I, set it in motion, voicebox locked in position
to do my thing, O.C. I run things
Youngest of my siblings, I'm God's gift to the opposite sex
Won't take no for an answer
I'm spoiled like that, your highness, one of New York's finest
And I'm not talkin about Jake, let's roleplay
I'm Diallo, 16 shots from my barrel
Plainclothes style, authentic street apparel
Slim figure, nickname Mush to my niggaz
When I'm in England call me Erick Von Sipper
Sippin on Don with Prince Andrew at the palace
He diggin my style with the chicks, I show prowess
When I'm in Denmark, I spark with the Duke
Run a train on the Duchess, let my nuts hang loose
My shine be devine, toes they gold too
Who's fuckin with O, y'all niggaz like juevo soup
[Chorus] - 2X
[O.C.]
See I - tote guns when I gotta stack funds
When them niggaz rap funds be, longer than the Mississippi River
Passion for the women, action's what I give 'em
What's my name.. nigga? Yo
What I spark in the dark, any type of remark
I bring forth from the side of my hand, make sure
When I spit gems it's no cracks, no flaws
Only crack I'd rather is a ass wearin a thong from
.. Miami to San Juan
to Rio, De Janeiro, to Spain and then some
Slummin degrees with chicks that I met from Belize
Sanjy, Angie, Rhonda, Big Tez, Charise
I'm not lyin y'all, it's the life I know
And if I lie my nose will grow
I'm not biased to the fact I went plat' over gold
Cause when in Rome that's a whole 'nother song
Gettin head on the Leanin Tower of Pisa from an Italian diva
Sippin fresh wine from crushed grapes
She greet a nigga like, royalty, with the utmost loyalty
Run a bubble bath, wash me and just spoil me
[Chorus] - 2X
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11. _ Dr. Know
It's Wildlife all day everyday
Check the resumé
From NYC
Reppin the 5 burroughs
Check my style ( ? ) (mister)
Won't change my attitude
Wherever I touch down be homebase for Mush
Nigga
Every two years I pull out the lot with a brand new whip like what
Say somethin now, stupid
Think of violatin me?
(You gotta deal with my GD niggas)
Yeah, hop on the walkie
Notify my mans that it's about to get so for real
Dog, your looks don't kill
You want to eat my food, my plate's right here
(Eat it up, nigga)
Yeah, justify your means with the ends
But make sure I'm never comin back
How 'bout that
Mush
I
Must I show you properly how thee should die?
Huh?
Drastic measures
(Yo, that's my pleasure)
My mindstate's with whatever that's fittin the mood
Here's a warnin for y'all
I
Yeah
What's that?
Huh?
What?
Calm yourself
Don't get beside yourself
Who?
They not ready
Cut the nonsense
Dead that
Must I show you properly
Yeah, I said that
Wound you receive, I bled that
Like the seven and a half moon crescent I'm exact
Actual fact, right and exact
Dr. Know
Yeah
Mush
To floss or not to floss is the question
Hehe
By any means
Me and my mans gon' shine
Burn bright till the lights go dim
Aiyo, ask me again
Better yet, I'ma tell it just so ya understand, hops
Watch, plot
Get the larceny out your heart
Cause what you start I'ma finsih with a .44
Dispose of the shells in the sewer
As I maneouvre the 4.6 cross town
All black
(Wheels chrome)
Windows tinted
Shit look pretty in the night time
Baseball cap low, low profile move
(Fuck out the way) when I come through
Raise up
It's my way or the highway
Slip somethin in your drink to make your pupils dilate
Here's a warnin for y'all
I
Yeah
What's that?
Huh?
What?
Calm yourself
Don't get beside yourself
Who?
They not ready
Cut the nonsense
Dead that
Yo, your paper's no match for mines
(Tally up mufuckas)
Whether corrupt or legal
My sinister mindstate be like Dr. No
How would you know
The IQ's above the norm of the average thug, y'all
(I'm bigger than drugs, nigga)
I be quick to sacrifice my wife and kids
Like the devil himself
(Sosa)
No lie
O keep the learjet on standby
Stocked up with nuff licks and nuff lye
Damn if you do
(Come test Sir Fly, I)
Can't even imagine that in my mind's eye
100% deep inside your area
Wherever I go I roll
Protected like the pope minus the hat and the cloth
(Don't)
Just leave it alone
Fuckin with us is suicide
(W)-i-(l)-d-life
We ride on
Here's a warnin for y'all
I
Yeah
What's that?
Huh?
What?
Calm yourself
Don't get beside yourself
Who?
They not ready
Cut the nonsense
Dead that
Must I show you properly
Yeah, I said that
Wound you receive, I bled that
Like the seven and a half moon crescent I'm exact
Actual fact, right and exact
Dr. Know
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12. _ Weed and Drinks
[Verse 1: A.G.]
want to blow it? So roll it, breathe in and hold it
Than you pass to whoever's the closest
Do I grow it? No, believe me I'm focused
It's O and A.G. and we drink it and smoke it
I gotta have it it's a habit I don't even pass it
Do you mean I'm a addict? No I just smoke a lot
Son, I even stash it, one of these is magic
My P.O. actin' like I'm supposed to stop
In Amsterdam ten grams in the coffee shop
In N.Y. I get as high as them astronauts
I spend enough to cop something out off the lot
And I can tell you how strong it is if I cough or not
I puff the magic dragon, I got a ounce
In every pocket, that's why my pants is staggin'
I bomb out the moombay(??), smoked out my roommate
And I should stop it but at this point is too late
Lungs bleed ''cause son need that weed
Can't find, if I don't puff I'ma eat that weed
And it's with me in the clutch
My six teams get mean when I slam dunk fifty and a dutch
Inhale, then it hit me in the gut
Let it out, slow real and it kick me in the nuts
Ya know me, beats is pumpin', freaks is thumpin'
Grow seed, ghetto bastards gotta have it
I smoke trees, I keep puffin' I'm a fuckin' O.D.
I taught shit and roll with parolees
Keep it movin' or you catchin' a wild life
We gettin' dirty no more livin' a foul life
Since a baby, ??, sayin' that child trife
It's A.G. and O.C. and we livin' a wild life
(O.C. speakin') want to fuck with that weed? Go see A
want to get your liver dirty? Come see me.
[Refrain]
(A.G.) Son, I'm twisted off the herbs but I'ma roll another blunt
(O.C.) And I'm about to stray herb but I'ma pour another cup
A cup of mo' (A.G.) and just a few more blunts
(both) Bon Appetit why'all throw your L's and your drinks up
[Verse 2: O.C.]
Bars get poured out, liqs get poured out
Chicks get drawn out, the whole world, somehow
Remy and cranberry, ?? pass it heavy
Twisted to the point I can't hold a drink steady
A's puffin' his dutch and I'm off gin
With the hardest juice in my vein, it's no pain!
On some high grade things, love and happiness
Finesse like the Remy, red and coke in his chest
We get it liver than sippin' a screwdriver
(Word Bond) The Bon Don Juan(???) is like a vulcano with lava
Jack Daniel's hit you like a .38 revolver
Rock you straight will have your hangover tomorrow
Take a sip A, fuck that weed
Get your liver dirty, nigga, do it for me
On the count of three I puff that Tran
At the same time you hit the Remy and on
(one, two, three...)
(A.G.) Roll it, spark it, pass if you can't hold it
(O.C.) Pour, drink it, ??? if you can't control it
[Refrain]
O.C. and A.G. yo we drink it and smoke it...
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