Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Only Way, artist - Celly Cel. Album song Song'z U Can't Find, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.07.1998
Record label: Realside
Song language: English
The Only Way |
Alright, what’s up, what’s up, what’s up |
Celly Cel, Celly Cell up in here once again |
I’m about to put it down, it’s only one way to do it |
Only one way, check it out, check it out |
Dust kicker, quick to twist a nigga up in knots |
Never miss a not, quick to twist and shake up in the rocks |
Drop it on the wood and dry it up |
Throw it in a Ziploc tie it up, dope fiends buy it up |
Now it’s a clutch of sluggin' G’s in this motherfucker |
Now fuck what’s up, let’s move kis in this motherfucker |
So any nigga with some cash on my line |
Can’t do nothin' but bubble cause it’s A-1 every time |
White outs and won’t crumble when ya slice |
Keep comin' to see me I’m knockin' something off the price |
I got work for the playas in need |
If you bout to head to feed you just some niggas gotta bleed |
So keep the game tight, hustle on a late night |
Bring me money, don’t come up short and we straight right |
Close shop, when I run I hit the one way |
Why you sell yo, fool it’s the only way |
They told me to get a 9 to 5 |
Cause niggas like me in the street don’t survive |
But I hustle all day, before I lay |
In the Bay, for me it’s the only way |
They told me to get a 9 to 5 |
Cause niggas like me in the street don’t survive |
But I hustle all day, before I lay |
In the Bay, for me it’s the only way |
Back on the scene and I’m sittin' on trust status |
Told my tester, drop it on his apparatus |
Clientele, I seen em' comin' and I seen em' gone |
Sweaty palms itchin' with them high beams on |
And when ya movin' too much niggas be gettin' jealous |
They see police on the corner and won’t even tell us |
So it’s do or die, you can stay true or lie |
Now we know you and I is two bird that don’t fly |
Together, separate mine from ya funky style |
Niggas be gossipin' while I be watchin' money pile |
Smile now and get crossed up |
Take yo clientele and raise the cost up |
Have yo ass tossed up |
Switchin' all ya yea to fetti |
The big dog is on the block them lil' puppies ain’t ready |
Bow wow yippy-yay bow down to the Bay |
Hey why you sell yay, it’s the only way |
When they get scrilla please give me a holla |
Cause I was servin' up a short one for some of they dollars |
With nickels and dimes I’m gettin' mine, even scrap iron |
Trade for jewels, new clothes, and the strap firin' |
Without jammin' and I’m addin' to my throw aways |
Def niggas in the cut ridin' like stowaways |
Everybody got yea in they draws |
Hit a fence on the Feds cause they be squeezin' ya balls |
And when they leave it’s time to set up shop |
And if ya shortstop, ain’t no mercy nigga bop, bop |
Drop down and make ya way up out the Bomb-Bay |
Took his money and his yea, it’s the only way |