Brotha Lynch Hung

Brotha Lynch Hung - One Time lyrics

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verse 1:

man these wicked streets will drive a nigga insane

the week a cock back and put a pistol to da brain

weed alcohol nicotine and cocaine

the plot to break us all down to eat

you gotta cheat to break the law down

fuck em buck em all down

yall down we can tear this motha fucka up again

shootin nootin snatchin people out they trucks again

fuck em den them motha fuckas wanna lock me up again

have me duck stretched right writin letters home from the pin

man fuck that id rather be stuck back on my block ssellin rocks wit a glock

runnin from da cops fuck one time

grindin in da california sunshine

wHAT am i do get rich bitch fuck money sometimes

runnin numbas ride the runnas get yo bundles keep it commin when u get IT GET IT GET IT holla

money money money

chorus:

Like its one time

grindin in this california sunshine

from la to da bay to sac town and back downthey can take a bird outa town on a greyhound

or serve on curb in yah hood nigga stay down

repeat 2x

verse 2:

BLOCK SHIT WE ROCK SHIT LIKE COCAINE

HIT THE MEAN STREET TRIPPIN AND DIPPIN SERVIN UP WHOLE THANGS

HOTTA THEN A MA FUCKA

THER GOES THE RIVAL U KNOW THE CITIES TOO SMALL

BETTER NO IM LIABLE ILL TAKE A STRAP UP IN DA MALL

NO BULL SHIT ILLEAGLE FO CLIPS

GOT THAT DUAL SHIT WE BE SMOKIN EM UP YOU DONT KNOW ENOUGH ITS ROUGH

IF LIFE WAS FREE I WOULD SAY FUCK PUSSY NIGGA DONT PUSH ME

IM AN O FACE KILLAJAY FOR HES EVEN IF ITS BLOODY I GET MORE CHEESE

SMOKIN HELLA POUNDS OF WEED OE FUKIN UP MY GUT

BUT IM AS DRUNK AS CAN BE

AND EATIN RAW MEAT

REAK WHAT U SOW

I GOT THAT HEAT THAT'LL MAKE YAH COLD

DIE AT 21 NIGGA

FUCK GETTIN OLD

MONEY TAH FOLD KILLA

SHOW SHOOTIN LEDGE HOES

LICK THEN SPLIT DONT TRUST NO SETUP HOES

WHERE DEM CLOTHES

GRINDIN IN THIS CALIFORNIA SUNSHINE

ONE NINE KILLA FOR HIGHER FUCK MONEY SOMETIMES

CHORUS 2X

VERSE 3:

I LIVE A LIFE OF A MOBSTA

JUST TALKIN MONEY EATIN LOBSTA

AND LIFE SWALLOWS NIGGA JUST LIKE A MONSTA

YA BONES IS THE PROOF OF DEATH

INVESTIGATORS LATER SAID HE DIES A SPOOKY DEATH

YOU DONT EVEN WANNA HEAR HOW THEY SAID HE DIED

JUST AS WELL AS CALIFORNIAS HOME FOR HOMICIDE

WE DODGE DEATH ALL DYA TRYIN TA STAY PAID

AND IF OUR RIVALS DONT COME THEN THE COPS DONT RAID

SO IF A NIGGA AINT HIGH U NO WE DRUNK AS FUCK

AND IF A NIGGA AINT RICH HES TRYIN TA TOUCH A BUCK

CHORUS 2X

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