This My One

This My One Lyrics

Song This My One
Artist Too Short
Album I Love the Bay
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作词 : Banks, Shaw, Stevens
[E-40]UHH~!
Where I stay they gotta temper they locks
Get they hair done down at
Nappy or Not (BAY AREA!!!)
No funk abusin the cops
Droppin off yola in the
Wal*Mart parkin lot (parkin lot)
Hustle in our arteries, re-up and re-cop (cop)
Cemeteries, mortuaries, tryin to get guap' (UHHH)
Drugs, fetti and sex
Chicken one day, fed goods the next (UHHH~!)
I got a cold conversation
Could talk a cop out a ticket in front of the police station
My niggaz
KNOW I'm a patient
When you're funkin or beefin all it takes is a little patience(UHHH)
Gotta be slick and sly
I ain't gon' kill nuttin, and
I ain't gon' let nuttin die
Looted up, suited up, rap for fun
Wanna hear this black right here?
Nigga say, this my one[Chorus]
Droop-E made the black,
Sic'Wid'It hog
Who that rappin on the track? 40-
Wat' and $hort
Dawg(At the bank they call us Earl and Todd)(We up all night, hustlin hard)
UHHH {can't stop won't stop} this my one{
We gotta get it how we get it} this my one{
Like the beat hear knocks} this my one{
Got 'em all in the clubs yellin} this my one[Too $hort]
Things can't stay the same
Somebody gotta break the chain
Put some big money back in the game
We havin big money and we at it a-gain
But can you handle it mayneor would rather be grimy doin scandalous thangs?
You wanna ball, you can't tell him he ain't
Cause if the music don't pay he gon' sell 'em the 'caine
All the crack babies are growin up now
They got A
DD, throw it up and act wild
Extra hyper, she asked me if
I like her
Slow down girl, you move faster than a
ViperYou're too freaky, you're way too sleazy
You could make some money but you give it up easy
Can't even get a coke dealer
You a broke bitch fuckin with a broke nigga![Chorus][E-40]
UHHH... I play my position
So much throb in the trunk got the
CD player skippin(CD player skippin)
I'm smokin and sippin
Hood life, speed bumps in the residential district
UHHHHH~! Pimpin this the anthem
Got the Chrysler lips, lookin like a phantom
Like a PHA
NTOM!! I burn rubber on a hater
If it ain't about yaper
I'm hit the 'ccelerator[Too $hort]
Me and E-40, we rap for moneyon funky-ass tracks with slappin drumbeats
Pay me up front cause
I'm not a dummy
Promoters like bitches when
I'm hot they want me...
And that's all the time
I stay on tour, knockin all the dimes
I can't name 'em, the list is long
But when they hear that bass shit they say "This my one!"[Chorus 2X]
zuo ci : Banks, Shaw, Stevens
E40 UHH!
Where I stay they gotta temper they locks
Get they hair done down at
Nappy or Not BAY AREA!!!
No funk abusin the cops
Droppin off yola in the
Wal Mart parkin lot parkin lot
Hustle in our arteries, reup and recop cop
Cemeteries, mortuaries, tryin to get guap' UHHH
Drugs, fetti and sex
Chicken one day, fed goods the next UHHH!
I got a cold conversation
Could talk a cop out a ticket in front of the police station
My niggaz
KNOW I' m a patient
When you' re funkin or beefin all it takes is a little patience UHHH
Gotta be slick and sly
I ain' t gon' kill nuttin, and
I ain' t gon' let nuttin die
Looted up, suited up, rap for fun
Wanna hear this black right here?
Nigga say, this my one Chorus
DroopE made the black,
Sic' Wid' It hog
Who that rappin on the track? 40
Wat' and hort
Dawg At the bank they call us Earl and Todd We up all night, hustlin hard
UHHH can' t stop won' t stop this my one
We gotta get it how we get it this my one
Like the beat hear knocks this my one
Got ' em all in the clubs yellin this my one Too hort
Things can' t stay the same
Somebody gotta break the chain
Put some big money back in the game
We havin big money and we at it again
But can you handle it mayneor would rather be grimy doin scandalous thangs?
You wanna ball, you can' t tell him he ain' t
Cause if the music don' t pay he gon' sell ' em the ' caine
All the crack babies are growin up now
They got A
DD, throw it up and act wild
Extra hyper, she asked me if
I like her
Slow down girl, you move faster than a
ViperYou' re too freaky, you' re way too sleazy
You could make some money but you give it up easy
Can' t even get a coke dealer
You a broke bitch fuckin with a broke nigga! Chorus E40
UHHH... I play my position
So much throb in the trunk got the
CD player skippin CD player skippin
I' m smokin and sippin
Hood life, speed bumps in the residential district
UHHHHH! Pimpin this the anthem
Got the Chrysler lips, lookin like a phantom
Like a PHA
NTOM!! I burn rubber on a hater
If it ain' t about yaper
I' m hit the ' ccelerator Too hort
Me and E40, we rap for moneyon funkyass tracks with slappin drumbeats
Pay me up front cause
I' m not a dummy
Promoters like bitches when
I' m hot they want me...
And that' s all the time
I stay on tour, knockin all the dimes
I can' t name ' em, the list is long
But when they hear that bass shit they say " This my one!" Chorus 2X
zuò cí : Banks, Shaw, Stevens
E40 UHH!
Where I stay they gotta temper they locks
Get they hair done down at
Nappy or Not BAY AREA!!!
No funk abusin the cops
Droppin off yola in the
Wal Mart parkin lot parkin lot
Hustle in our arteries, reup and recop cop
Cemeteries, mortuaries, tryin to get guap' UHHH
Drugs, fetti and sex
Chicken one day, fed goods the next UHHH!
I got a cold conversation
Could talk a cop out a ticket in front of the police station
My niggaz
KNOW I' m a patient
When you' re funkin or beefin all it takes is a little patience UHHH
Gotta be slick and sly
I ain' t gon' kill nuttin, and
I ain' t gon' let nuttin die
Looted up, suited up, rap for fun
Wanna hear this black right here?
Nigga say, this my one Chorus
DroopE made the black,
Sic' Wid' It hog
Who that rappin on the track? 40
Wat' and hort
Dawg At the bank they call us Earl and Todd We up all night, hustlin hard
UHHH can' t stop won' t stop this my one
We gotta get it how we get it this my one
Like the beat hear knocks this my one
Got ' em all in the clubs yellin this my one Too hort
Things can' t stay the same
Somebody gotta break the chain
Put some big money back in the game
We havin big money and we at it again
But can you handle it mayneor would rather be grimy doin scandalous thangs?
You wanna ball, you can' t tell him he ain' t
Cause if the music don' t pay he gon' sell ' em the ' caine
All the crack babies are growin up now
They got A
DD, throw it up and act wild
Extra hyper, she asked me if
I like her
Slow down girl, you move faster than a
ViperYou' re too freaky, you' re way too sleazy
You could make some money but you give it up easy
Can' t even get a coke dealer
You a broke bitch fuckin with a broke nigga! Chorus E40
UHHH... I play my position
So much throb in the trunk got the
CD player skippin CD player skippin
I' m smokin and sippin
Hood life, speed bumps in the residential district
UHHHHH! Pimpin this the anthem
Got the Chrysler lips, lookin like a phantom
Like a PHA
NTOM!! I burn rubber on a hater
If it ain' t about yaper
I' m hit the ' ccelerator Too hort
Me and E40, we rap for moneyon funkyass tracks with slappin drumbeats
Pay me up front cause
I' m not a dummy
Promoters like bitches when
I' m hot they want me...
And that' s all the time
I stay on tour, knockin all the dimes
I can' t name ' em, the list is long
But when they hear that bass shit they say " This my one!" Chorus 2X
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