OC Post

I'm an OG from the OC.
I drink OJ all day.
When I hit the town,
you'll be getting down.
As the parties and events flow like Tanqueray.





We set up a some lights
For the party that won't last all night.
All the people dance
and the rappers prance
and the bands play their hits alright.



I can't say where I am,
You can't know what we do.
The contract says that we must be silent.
Security is tight,
The County cops are jerks,
and if they mess with me I might get violent.


Nice rhyme.
All the time.
Tents smell like beer
Bathrooms instill fear.
And the pretty maids all in a row.


Yo.