Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Foot In, artist - Freeway. Album song The Stimulus Package, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.02.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
One Foot In |
I’m so hood, the hood relate to me, so I can say that |
Make that, trap music without the Maybach |
Stay strapped, A-Wax of rap |
I’ve been that since ADATS, Freezer clean tracks like Ajax |
Flow mean, I stepped on the scene on «The Dynasty» album |
So it’s a guarantee y’all played that |
I’m about to bring that '98 hip-hop back |
I got +99 Problems+ but my rhyme is not a problem (ye-yeah!) |
I’m evolvin with the talent, stay showin my ass |
Why the hell you think Jay-Z and Dame Dash signed him? |
Military geared him, front lined him |
Now I use my own mind, grindin tryin to be a millionaire |
I hit the stu (dio) and make that heat and let the people hear |
I drop it on the 'net and represent the East coast stare |
Grabbed the producer from the West, we woke the roosters out their nest |
They love the mixture, came to get the digits, we right here, yeah |
(ye-yeah!) |
Philly Freezer’s hold blickas no doubt |
I still got one foot in and one out |
I got one foot in the game, other foot in the gutter |
If my music don’t bubble, I feel sorry for your mother |
Cause I will come stickin no doubt |
I still got one foot in and one out |
I got one foot in the music, other foot in the streets |
If my family don’t eat, I feel sorry for your peeps, peep |
Rock-a-bye auto-matty, put daddy in deep sleep |
Now his peeps can’t find 'em, he remind me of my Jeep |
That I don’t got, that you won’t spot |
You won’t never see him, won’t never meet 'em |
In a position thought I’d never be in |
How the hell I got low dough when the video on television? |
I felt KRS when he said the libraries tell a lie buried |
It’s like tell-a-lie-vision (ye-yeah!) |
Still got to pitch in, ride around with my Smith and |
My goodness, this is not what I visioned |
I was thinkin, frankly when I get in |
A whole lot of Benjamin Franklins, thank goodness |
That my niggas still had the pot cookin |
Block jumpin, I’m a hustler so I’m never left stinkin |
And I’m still makin, music with no debatin |
On my job, never leave the fans waitin (ye-yeah!) |
Oh, I feel sorry for your mother |
He missed a kick, I feel sorry for the punter |
Flow like the waters from down under the 9th Wonder |
Not one of them +Brothers+ on «The Ego Trip» |
I got my right foot in, I got my left foot out |
I’m movin yayo while I’m rhymin and I shake it all about |
Supply it to the smokers, 'til I turn myself around |
That’s what it’s all about, yeah! |
(ye-yeah!) |