paroles de chanson Special - O.C.
[O.C.]
Yo...
aiyyo
relax
your
mind
and
let
your
conscience
be
free
And
get
down
with
the
sounds
of
this
nigga
O.C.
Walkin
the
streets,
chicks
hawkin
me
You
ask
why?
(Why?)
That's
how
it
ought
to
be
Draw
your
own
conclusion,
seperate
the
real
from
illusion
The
fake
one
dealin
with
confusion
My
kindred
spirit
will
burn
'til,
God
douse
my
flame
'Til
then,
forever
I'll
reign
The
level
of
my
game
is
like,
a
smooth
fadeaway
jumpshot
By
Jordan
in
the
last
few
seconds
Crab
niggaz
hecklin,
hopin
I'll
miss
It's
all
net
when,
ball
fall
through
like
swish
Embarassin
to
me,
there's
none
other
Fine
as,
Donnie
Brasco,
my
steez
deep
cover
Thoughts
caress
you,
may
God
bless
you
For
all
listenin
ears
comin
from,
truly
yours
Somethin
special
[Chorus]
(Special
- wooooo)
Yeah
I
know
it,
I
feel
it,
I
see
it,
I
know
I'm
(Special
- wooooo)
Uh-huh
I
live
it,
I
breathe
it,
I
eat
it,
I
know
I'm
(Special
- wooooo)
Word
I
know
it,
I
feel
it,
I
see
it,
I
know
I'm
(Special
- wooooo)
[O.C.]
Check,
yo
Got
a
vendetta
with
myself,
why
I
haven't
had
a
had
a
million
sold
Knowin
what
I
spit
made
of
gold
Life
and
'dro
spark
it,
move
your
ass
While
the
blunt
flame
illuminate
the
darkness
Smoke
yellow,
O-thello,
thoughts
flow
mellow
Who
the
hell
gon'
tell
O
what
I
already
know?
It's
a
thin
line
between
fine
wine
and
Ripple
Good
wine
you
let
it
breathe
in
that
glass
of
crystal
Take
a
sip,
swish
it
in
your
gums
for
taste
The
act
itself,
the
ambience
is
what
I
embrace
All
attention's
on
me,
it's
been
a
long
time
Praise
to
God,
one
through
nine,
O
is
the
dime
Over
the
hill?
I'm
far
from
it;
you
name
it
I
done
it
I
been
here
before
like
Muhammad
- check
Thoughts
caress
you,
may
God
bless
you
For
all
listenin
ears
comin
from,
truly
yours
Somethin
special
[Chorus]
[O.C.]
Yeah...
yo
It
seems
like
a,
mic
was
made
so
I
can
speak
my
piece
Or
like
a,
defense
lawyer
who
preparin
his
brief
Convince
a
jury
not
to
convict,
who
he
defendin
for
his
freedom
Fake
niggaz
in
my
life,
I
don't
need
'em
Ask
around
'bout
my
stats
at
bat
I
plant
my
feet,
and
point
it,
send
it
out
of
the
park
The
ball
defy
gravity,
attached
to
yo'
ass
like
a
cavity
Thoughts
blurry,
mines
got
clarity
The
world
ain't,
parallel
to
mines,
go
'round
Like
a
carousel
ride,
I
got
- nothin
to
hide
Hollywood
even
want
in,
your
typecast
characters
I
won't
play
'em
Rules
I
refuse
obeyin;
stern
like
an
oxen
Fight
more
bouts
than
a
one-day
session
knockin
out
songs
like
Jack
Johnson
F
what
the
rest
do,
O
got
the
record
And
call
like
God
answerin
your
prayers
and
affairs,
I'm
[Chorus]

1 Intro
2 Who Run It?
3 The Professional
4 1nce Again
5 Ya Don't Stop
6 Story to Tell
7 What Am I Supposed to Do?
8 Getaway
9 Memory Lane
10 Special
11 Who Run It? (remix)
12 Outro
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