[Intro: O.C.]

Uh, you don't stop

You don't stop, you don't stop

O.C.'s on the mic and you don't stop

You don't stop, you don't stop

Big L is on the other, you don't stop

You don't stop and you don't stop

Mr. Walt on the beat, you don't stop

Check it out, yo, yo

[Verse 1: O.C.]

I'm lookin' for the big C-notes like Al Pacino

Here's a new slang word, you pussino

What it means is just that, puss

My nickname to some, know me as Mush

Fly like a Testarossa, my God

Do not attempt to diss me and my squad

Diggin' In The Crates crew clique, my brother

I'm on the mic, Big L is on the other

For those that know me, indeed I flow

Maneuvers like shells bust from a Luger

Satisfaction, I bring the action

Blowin' your backs in with only a fraction

A mic set mindset

O.C. design this, finest rap lord, your highness

Pulsatin', vibratin'

Shorty wop on the dance floor with the hips gyratin'

Come here, ass swingin' like a chandelier

Like a cat in heat with her ass all up in the air

Bust this, who said I can't cut the mustard?

Rappin' is a bitch, boy, and I got a lust for it

[Chorus]

Yeah, if you want it, we got it, ladies, spot it

No doubt about it, fly and exotic

When we on the scene, it's a major plus

And whoever facin' us, we dangerous

If you want it, we got it, ladies, spot it

No doubt about it, fly and exotic

When we on the scene, it's a major plus

And whoever facin' us, we dangerous

[Verse 2: Big L]

I be that smooth cat you never seen rollin' with clowns

One of the few from Uptown that's holdin' it down

Hoes is on me like I'm welfare

Even rich ones that live in Bel Air, is this Big L year? Hell, yeah

Word up, I use a chrome gat to push domes back

Watch how you talk when you call me, feds got the phone tapped

This rap game I put my life in it, chain got mega ice in it

Push an Infinit', chrome rims, light-tinted

You can see, pal, it's all about me now

Twenty Gs a show, punk, three-thou' just to freestyle

I made this cheese, it didn't grow on trees

Can you hold somethin'? Sure, you can hold on these

Yo, I'm fat like a old crayon, smooth as Rayon

L is who the ladies stay on (Yeah, baby, play on)

I chew chumps like chew-sticks, known for droppin' new hits

I know you want me, ho, if I was you, I'd want me too, bitch

[Chorus]

If you want it, we got it, ladies, spot it

No doubt about it, fly and exotic

When we on the scene, it's a major plus

And whoever facin' us, we dangerous

[Verse 3: O.C.]

Time to show who get it on like so

Derived from nature, so I'm pure like snow

Brown-skinned nigga with a low-cut Caesar

Travelin' the world with my name on a visa

As said, O.C. legendary already

Rhyme flow cut like a machete

First-time rappers, I bust your cherries

Bitch, hold still so I can put it in steady

The more you squirm, the more pain I'ma inflict

She stayed still and let me pump this dick

Microphone raw-diggin', almost won't fit in

I'm still hard when I'm bustin' off semen

Semi, y'all in my way, okay

Rhymes are gay, I'ma make you a M.I.A. 

'Cause I find you not an itsy-bitsy bit raw

I'ma grind you like the bicuspids-es in my jaws

When I rock, it feel like you're bein' fucked on all-fours

This ain't meant for the stores

This is for the niggas in the clubs with thug mugs

And for the chicks thinkin' they cute with ug' mugs, step off

[Bridge: O.C. & Melle Mel]

Shaolin (Makin' money)

Niggas in Brooklyn (Ma— Makin' money)

Queens and the Bronx (Makin' money)

Yeah, Manhattan (Ma— Makin' money)

[Verse 4: Big L & O.C.]

I rock the blue-faced Presi', pockets heavy with cheddy

I met these two lezzies in a Chevy, Betty and Desi

They like to ménage à trois, and blasé blah

With L Corleone 'cause I'm a suave star (Yeah)

No doubt, baby pa, platinum rings

Mean niggas lookin' at my ice from the chain it swing

In the party, pop Dom, lampin' like a don

Low-key, smilin' at the bitches with my gold teeth

You can't fuck with The Crates 'cause we just too hot

So all that mess you pop, I suggest you stop

Quit while you ahead, 'cause you ain't built like that

Better chill, 'cause on the real, cats get killed like that (Mhm)

Two crisp-type figures, clean-cut niggas

Plushed-out cribs, rock twin Ac' Vigors

Livin' life to the fullest, gettin' rich ain't far

Chillin' with women, baggin' doe, avoidin' sluts and scars

[Chorus]

Yeah, if you want it, we got it, ladies, spot it

No doubt about it, fly and exotic

When we on the scene, it's a major plus

And whoever facin' us, we dangerous