Champagne Thoughts

D.I.T.C

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    Uh, uh
    What
    D.I.T.C
    What
    Shh
    Creeps, straight up
    Straight up
    Y'all, laying in the cut
    What!

    [O.C.]
    Strangers I don't trust
    Peep out the scenery so I can adjust
    Once was a fool
    'Til I learned the rules, the hard way
    Peace by dukes, I was shook
    Got slept, nowadays I'm keeping it stepped
    But it ain't to the point that I'm rocking a vest
    I'm in this wellish * shit * 'til I die
    Tiltin' I'm keeping it fly
    On the rags staying out of the red
    Blood, sweat with no tears
    * Fuck * having fears
    Two thou' head on, meeting it dead on
    Millennium, many dumb to the fact
    You clap that Mush and I'm a bust right back
    For realer, live * nigga *, shit in my eyes
    If ya test my strength I'm a give you a surprise * nigga *
    Some want the quiet type
    I'm not the cat in the party that will start the fight

    Chorus: repeat 2X

    It's just champagne thoughts (thoughts)
    Man made to floss (word)
    Vanity or lust (lust)
    Weed makes more
    Stick up the bank and make off with it all
    Pick up the start where the others left off

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    [O.C.]
    Doing what I gotta do at any cause
    Knowing life is short
    Give or take a few blows with nuts to show
    Sometimes you make friends especially when
    The ends play a part out of nowhere
    Skins at the bar
    Sucking up
    Champagne is just like * shit *
    Track wanna be wives, nothing but flies
    Anybody applies when you stink like dough
    Many take a sniff when they walk past O
    Or walk past 'Ness to L, Diamond or Buck
    A.G and Show, that * nigga * Fat Joe
    The ones giving head figure it count for dead
    Prez pays offs, deep throat my crew you gon' stay whores
    Goin' spots like swat, my entourage stepping through free of charge
    Everybody watch bouncers clout the VIP
    A space reserved for the whole D.I.T.C

    Chorus 2X

    Y'all Y'all (over last 2 lines of chorus)

    [O.C.]
    I got G's on mind Cream to blow at times
    Weed smoke once in a blue, it's something to do
    Whip around one deep in my LS4
    Shorty knows open wide like she sniffin' it raw
    Got a loc crossed out, buckwilin' is a no, no
    Rap name O.C, Mush Shine be my M.O
    Just to find the means in the end
    When it's all set it s done, with a crib and keys to Benz
    Twin now berettas serial straight to letters
    World keep 'em ducked this side the white leather
    Cyanide thought s make shots run off
    Sabotage with the snitch that decided to talk
    Greedy * niggas * get snatched by the Rico lords
    Then the murder one stuck, when it rains it pours
    Young cats with cigars and shot out jaws
    Young black entrepreneurs read the violence of form

    Chorus 3X (with ad-libs)

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