Lyrics:
when it's time do n****z
Comin' through like I'm two n****z, a true n**** f*** a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pa** that brew n****
I'm drivin' drunk
want no one but you (one, two, three, four)
I get so lonely
Can't let just anybody hold me
You are the one that lives in me, my dear
I want no one
of the year
U never lied
Why you think she let it hit almost every time
She Call me Captain
Riding round with my crew making cash
Feeling good
You see we hate
We ain't havin that this year
This is comin straight from the Bean, knawmean?
And we ain't havin that
[Name] Street live, muthafucka
Hey yo, Rhome,
ONE TO THE TWO
Written by cnthony cce Thomas
Produced by Ras Fiery
INTRO:
YO...KEEP TRYING. KEEP TRYING.
YO! YO!
ONE TWO...ONE TWO...
YO...KEEP
nerves, when we've already heard
That garbage, played-out crap you call rap
Some chicks say they love that, well I'm above that
Calling me a ? ? ? it's two
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
she calls me like lizzy I'm proud
But you gotta come see me
But first make some money I'm praying' you blessed
Can't you see all the butt you've been
slip
That's one of you rap crews in the lip, huh?
I'm two seconds off, I'm one second lost from the six-pack
Now we put in together, we can all get that
bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
our lives (right)
What do you bring to the table?
While I'm watching every nigga watching me closely
My shit is butter for the bread they wanna
we roll
First class cribs
First class rides
Big ass honey sitting by my side
First class honeys want to roll with me
Cause Jamaican thugs
Hah, everybody knows I'm live (Candela)
Everybody knows I'm fire (Candela)
Go ahead and slip I'll slide
All up in your B-O-D-Y
Babe, don't
twelve-o-clock
Lampin' in my drop top with my crew
Ooh, I should call my boo
Drivin' Jones Beach, have a sip or two
Skinny dip, trip, let the night flow
Maybe see
Live the best high (best high)
She gone give me head in the back of the coupe ( coupe)
She gone leave saying "Fuck you" (fuck you)
Months later she gone
LED's, neon red
Leave me on read so I spent time with God
What a happy little accident, never too far
Too far
Too close to call
Call you when I make it
when it's time do niggaz
Comin' through like I'm two niggaz, a true nigga fuck a Zig Zag
Roll me a blunt and pass that brew nigga
I'm drivin' drunk
on fables
Everything up
Fuck a label
Got the buzz
And fuck the fuzz
OG shit
Some call it luck
Im the man
Damn with the plan
Know me fam
Im bout my bands
I
Think about the smarts, words said of wise
Do it like paz and I do it like Nas
You got two small fries by the size
And I get a gat, two times, two
for clappin', with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster'll dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib
'Cause tha me life a have now lives for two
Yeah, and that's where I'm at
I want to Go Back...back in the time
And that's where I'm at
I want to Go
come burn with me until the end
Therefore all you cliques
And you clans, and you crews
Fuckin', fuckin' with the clique
And we gon' bring it
Cash money AP
Friday bitch (Friday bitch)
That died out (two calls)
Running mills (mills)
Watch me fly bars (fly em good)
Accolade (acco)
Two calls
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