One Time - Brotha Lynch Hung, Bad Azz

Like it’s one time

Grindin' in the California sunshine

Man, these wicked streets will drive a nigga insane

The weak’ll cock back and put pistols to they brain

The weed, alcohol, nicotine, and cocaine’s

The plot to break the strong down

To eat, you gotta cheat or break a law now

Fuck 'em, buck 'em all down

Y’all down?

We can tear this muthafucka up again

Shootin', lootin', snatchin' people out they truck again

Fuck 'em then, muthafuckas wanna lock me up again

Have me stretched, stressin', writin' letters home from the pen

And man, fuck that, I’d rather be stuck back on my block

Sellin' rocks wit' a Glock, probably runnin' from the cops

Fuck one time, grindin' in the California sunshine

Where the motto’s get rich, bitch, fuck money sometimes

Runnin' numbers, rob the runners, get your bundles

Keep it comin', get it, get it, hollerin' «Money money money»

Like it’s one time

Grindin' in this California sunshine

From L.A. to the Bay to Sac-town and back down

Take a bird outta town on a Greyhound

Or serve on the curb in ya hood, nigga, stay down

Like it’s one time

Grindin' in this California sunshine

From L.A. to the Bay to Sac-town and back down

Take a bird outta town on a Greyhound

Or serve on the curb in ya hood, nigga, stay down

Block shit, we rock shit like cocaine

Hit the mean streets trippin' and dippin', servin' up whole thangs

Hot than a muh’fucka

There goes the rival, you know the city’s too small

Better know I’m liable, I’ll take a strap up in the mall

No bullshit, illegal full clips

Got that dual shit, we be smokin' 'em up

You don’t know enough, it’s rough

If life was free, I would say «Fuck pussy!»

Nigga, don’t push me, I’m an old-face killer, J. Voorhees

Even if it’s bloody, more cheese

Smokin' hella pounds of weed

O.E.

fuckin' up my gut but I’m as drunk as can be and eatin' raw meat

Reap what you sow

I got that heat that’ll make you cold

Die at 21, nigga, fuck gettin' old

Money to fold, kill at shows, shootin' lead toes

Hit then split, don’t trust no setup hoes, wet up clothes

Grindin' in this Killafornia sunshine

One 9, killer for hire, fuck money sometimes

Like it’s one time

Grindin' in this California sunshine

From L.A. to the Bay to Sac-town and back down

Take a bird outta town on a Greyhound

Or serve on the curb in ya hood, nigga, stay down

Like it’s one time

Grindin' in this California sunshine

From L.A. to the Bay to Sac-town and back down

Take a bird outta town on a Greyhound

Or serve on the curb in ya hood, nigga, stay down

I live a life of a mobster

Catch us talkin' money, eatin' lobster

And life swallow niggas whole just like a monster

Your bones is the proof of death

Investigators later said he died a spooky death

And you don’t even wanna hear how they said he died

Just as well, California’s home for homicides

We dodge death all day tryna stay paid

And if our rivals don’t come, then the cops don’t raid

So if a nigga ain’t high, you know we drunk as fuck

And if a nigga ain’t rich, he’s tryna touch a buck

We holla…

Like it’s one time

Grindin' in this California sunshine

From L.A. to the Bay to Sac-town and back down

Take a bird outta town on a Greyhound

Or serve on the curb in ya hood, nigga, stay down

Like it’s one time

Grindin' in this California sunshine

From L.A. to the Bay to Sac-town and back down

Take a bird outta town on a Greyhound

Or serve on the curb in ya hood, nigga, stay down