Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Day (feat. J Dawg), artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Mixtape Messiah 6, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.01.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: chamillitary
Song language: English
One Day (feat. J Dawg) |
Well, well, well, well |
Hello baby |
One day your here |
Yeah |
And then your gone |
Well, well, well |
Hey |
Ay |
Hmm, come on La, la, la, la |
Yeah |
Come on, come on |
La, la, la, la |
Yeah, yeah |
La, la, la, la, la, la |
One day your here, baby (baby) |
And then ya gone (and then ya gone) |
One day your here, baby (hmm) |
And then ya gone (and then ya gone) |
One day your here, baby (baby) |
And then ya gone (and then ya gone) |
Pain is what I feel, baby (hmm) |
But you know, I’m still standing strong |
Hold on |
You the reason we even be leanin' and riding candy |
You the reason I even was dreaming about a caddy |
Told you back when we talk how my label didn’t understand me |
Every time you would call you would talk to me like we family (wassup) |
Saw you back at the car show you walked into me and grabbed me |
When you would run into me you hug me instead of dab me |
Usually boys be tapping around they issue like Sammy |
Davis but every statement you say you would say get at me (knahtalkinbout?) |
If you feeling offended, if it was beef you’d end it |
If it was drama splend it if needed it be prevented |
If he kept talking down you would make sure you see the dentist |
If you had said to sentence you said it just like your met it |
Who could duplicate a swagger like that? |
Not me just see but this ain’t about rap |
It’s about Hawk, it’s about Moe, it’s about Screw, it’s about Pat |
Told me how boys in P.A. |
would say that that’s a nice lac |
I said if you say I sold you the car and we have a deal |
Then you told everybody I gave you the car foreal |
Soon as I called you up to ask you bout what I hear |
You told me you couldn’t lie and you only could keep it Trill |
Every time I see that lil lady that’s on the grill |
Reppin that in your memory while gripping on that wood wheel |
You ain’t Killer Mike the only that told me just how ya feel |
Thought I was dissin Paul and told me that I should chill |
In the studio with Scarface the day before I got the call |
Talking bout my new record an industry face we saw |
Told me that he was done and he wasn’t really try’na ball |
But we had to still show him that Texas still standing tall |
Then he asked is you ready, I’m ready was my reply |
He record an extra verse and that’s when I had asked him why |
Told me that I can have it in the future in case he die |
Then I told him to stop cause death is what I deny (hol' up) |
Yestraday you were here (but why?) |
Rodney told me it happened I swear I thought it was a lie |
Couldn’t tell you how painful it was to hear his reply |
Went and sat in my truck so nobody would see me |
When it come to you I never do it for publicity |
And know if I was gone and you would say how much you missing me |
Know you in heaven ridin' candy up the silky streets |
The streets don’t think about’cha every time we see Swisher Sweets |
We keep your name alive make sure that it be visibly |
We know big Bun goin hold you down and then goin miss a beat |
Sad you ain’t here to see your children grow or kiss the cheek |
Or your lovely daughter and ya kid forever live Pimp C |
Shout out to young Hogg |
Boss Hogg Out Law, nigga |
Chamillitary Mayne |
Rest in peace to Pimp C |
Straight up |
One day ya here the next day ya gone, nigga |
It’s straight |
Yeah |
My momma kick me out, at only fourteen |
I ain’t cried out for no long I know means |
I started doing push-ups to get my chest bigger |
I knew I had to man up to eat with these killers |
Dope fees jackets, old heads too |
And since I ain’t running with no crew I brought me a deuce deuce |
Back pocket action feels like it’s meant to be there |
Run up on me playa where you stand you goin bleed there |
Yeah, that’s the life of a young Hogg |
Nigga did never had shit but still he want it all |
So I’m out there bumping heads with this hold of crawl |
Straped up like the law, crack in my draws |
Weed in my draws, twenty blood of bullshit |
You can’t say shit, it’s to provide bitch |
Hit the school high just to show out a lil bit |
New kicks, new fit, yeah I’m the shit |
Ride the bus for what, you do ten and up |
I’m too young to drive but ask Bill I giva fuck |
Young Hogg, plus I’m seventeen now |
And I’m feeling like I’m grown, I’m living on my own |
Got the trap spot jumping, client tell steady |
It’s good kush now we graduated from that Reggie |
An O.G. |
tell me move slow and think fast |
Always stay focused on ya cash |
J-Dawg, nigga… Yeah! |