Bon Appetit

(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

[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

[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?

[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

[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

[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...