Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Mo' , by - Coolio. Release date: 27.10.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
One Mo' |
| I got one mo switch I can hit |
| I got one mo bullet in my clip |
| I got one mo drink I can steal |
| I got one mo sack I can twist |
| Verse 1, Coolio: |
| I wear a S on my chest |
| I prefer my vest |
| And if the chronic run out, loc, pass the stress |
| Cause all I wanna do is just roll my things |
| Turn up the alphine and let the woofers bang bang |
| To the boogie say up jump the boogie |
| He was tryin’to get a grip on my cookies |
| I shook thee |
| I coulda took him, but he wadn’t even worth a bullet |
| I had my finger on the trigger, but I couldn’t pull it From defamation to desimation |
| Every day is like summer vacation |
| A nigga couldn’t wait for somethin good to put in yo Kenwood |
| Turn it up to twenty-one, and bop it in your hood |
| I’m a eastside nigga (Nigga) |
| Gotta have sprilla (Sprilla) |
| Do or die, low down, real life killa (Killa) |
| They comin’through the hold on tip toe |
| You swear, so I gotta get your grip, hoe |
| Verse 2, 40 Thevz (Lek Ratt, P. S.): |
| Yes, yes, y’all (Yes y’all) |
| 40 Thevz in the house, with a fifth y’all (Fifth y’all) |
| Better recognize a tennis shoe pimp, y’all (Pimp y’all) |
| When I’m rollin’through your hood in my six, ohhhh, that be you |
| When our four colors rock, front and ass out |
| All the riders shake and smile when they see me hit the block |
| Your sounds ain’t beatin |
| So your girls ain’t freakin |
| Watch your fly, got the whole post meetin |
| Hit 'em in their eyes |
| And go suicides |
| Later, pump them on the ground just to show 'em what it’s like |
| To hit the mic for a licken |
| Hell no, I ain’t trippin |
| Cause I kinda like pimpin |
| Bein’freer than a pigeon |
| Got your bitch down in positions |
| All kinda ways |
| 40 Thevz pimpin these suckas till they graze |
| So, come with these weak flows if you must |
| But I got a hundred and twenty-one mo rounds I can bust |
| Verse 3, Coolio: |
| Put the pep in yo step and the glide in your stride |
| Like Clyde |
| Drexler, this is eastside |
| Westa, recognize the routine |
| Mo jackers and packers than the Super Bowl ring team |
| So, why you tellin me to sell a key of yayo |
| That’s how you give a fellow need like Jayo |
| We lay low |
| All up in the cut |
| If it’s suicide then roll the bustas up And I’ma hit 'em up like uppercut |
| Better shuffle yo feet like double dutch |
| Now the party didn’t start til I walked in And it probably wont end til I sip Hen |
| But in the meantime |
| And in between time |
| Better tuck in your chin |
| And learn to take your lumps and grin |
| You know you can’t wait cause I’ma stay on one |
| One switch, one sack, one sip, but I ain’t done |
| Chorus, Repeat 4X |