One More Time - Crooked I

Ayyiyo, hardtop convertible — it’s him again

When the car stop it murder you — them killer rims

Your heart stop, the seath’s half suede and part croc

Paint job far from stock, this is dark chop

Hit the block with the system knockin' on some extra loud ish

You tell me it’s child ish

But I’m, on my Long Beach, Southern Cal' ish

And my, fuck a brrrritch, young Chris Brown ish

Hahaha.

I’m only playin' wit’chu

My homegirls gangbang bitch, they’ll hit you

Puttin' hands on a woman ain’t a player’s issue

I’d rather treat your emotions like they was made of tissue

(What that supposed to mean?) Guess I’m an asswipe

(Tch, fuck you nigga!) Yeah, that’s right

Fuck me like your friend did last night

Now go on and call her so y’all can have that catfight

Bitches know niggas ain’t shit

We cheat and lie, act like it ain’t shit

So when we die, cremate us then put us in your douce

So we can run through that puss — one mo' time

Bitches know niggas ain’t shit

We cheat and lie, act like it ain’t shit

So when we die, cremate us then put us in your douce

So we can run through that puss — one mo' time

Yeah, niggas ain’t shit (nope)

Twenty kids in your past made with the same dick

Now it’s a wrap on your present like your dick is Saint Nick

Now she talkin' all loud in court

Like getting buckwild in sport, hollerin' 'bout child support

And you done paid up for e’ry kid

She spent yo' money on other niggas and getting her hair did

Putting Mac makeup all on her pretty face

Just to get the money shot later from Mr. Weapon Waist

Call Reverend Mase, tell him that I need prayer

And ask him is it a better place for players

I’m sorry, I dig a ditch for you critics

A black Ferrari to getting rich, I’m commited

The second coming of Ice Cube

Nigga stitched on my fitted Niggas ain’t shit, I admit it

Bitches know niggas ain’t shit

We cheat and lie, act like it ain’t shit

So when we die, cremate us then put us in your douce

So we can run through that puss — one mo' time

Yeah, one mo' time

Yeah yeah, just one mo' time (just one mo' time)

Baby one mo' time

Put your muh’fucking finger in the air and say one mo' time

I got you haters mind puzzled

How this ghetto as nigga thinking like Russel

Going independent was supposed to sink my boat

I was already aflout with my side hustle

Ice age ain’t over for this Californian

But the recession hit yours like global warming

Neck look ice-less

Damnit man, your bare-ass wrist look timeless, as this rhyme is

It’s all about choking chicks with my dick

Then get behind her like I’m giving her the Heimlich

Bend that tail over, ya dig?

I’m signing off, male chauvinist Pig-(face!)