Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Day at a Time , by - Devin the Dude. Song from the album The Dude, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.06.1998
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
One Day at a Time |
| Uh, rollin’car not stolen |
| Probably never will be it’s much too old and |
| Smokin’weed feelin’fine |
| In my Nightville '79 |
| I smoke weed I drink brew |
| That’s all I rap about cause shit that’s all I do Some people get mad cause I smoke in front of my kids |
| Well I also wipe they ass when they piss and shit |
| I treat a woman like a queen and a bitch like a slut |
| But I tend to make 'em both wipe off my dick when I nut |
| I keep a whole bunch of bitches from Brawlway to Bisanet |
| A bitch to buy me weed a bitch to buy me beer and cigarettes |
| A hoe to help me with music have her ass jacked up In my vocal booth throw my mic doing backups |
| She likes my old school Porshe |
| She like my old school knowledge |
| But most of all she like my special gold tooth polish |
| And she’s bout it If I want it then I got it We’ll be goin’off to college |
| I be givin’that pussy plenty mileage |
| I be nuttin’on your bitch while I’m rubbin’on her tits |
| She be suckin’on my dick |
| I stuck it then I split |
| Hook |
| Keep in mind |
| Peace of mind |
| Takin’it a day at a time |
| Stayin’high |
| To ease my mind |
| Wavin’at every bitch that goes by K-Dee: |
| Ya see my organization is gettin’stronger |
| See we ain’t for that bullshit no longer |
| Devin and K-Dee |
| Never the less we Keep the bud handy sip the finest French brandy |
| Jewels be imported don’t fuck with the rinky dinky |
| Rock Ice like Berg Slim a couple stones on each pinky |
| Never fakin’but makin’boyfriends becomes exs |
| Kick to the curb see we swerve in a Lexus |
| Ta-dow |
| How ya like us now |
| Got niggas sayin'"God DAMN"got white boys sayin'"Wow" |
| The way we put it down, hum, quite impressive |
| A cheese by the pound, damn so obsessive |
| You niggas need to stop thinkin’I’m a hater |
| Mad because I spit more game than a commentator |
| As long as your heads bobbin' |
| Your girls hearts throbbin' |
| Hit me with the dub when you see me out mobbin' |
| Hook |
| I fuck these hoes skinny or swole |
| He bitchin’bout ugly toes |
| You ain’t fuckin’her feet fuck the hoe with your eyes closed |
| Shit, I showed these bitches what they pussy made for |
| Especially a big? |
| Carter lookin’ass hoe |
| Bitch name? |
| fuckin’pooh big Shiela |
| Big country ass hoe with a body like a two liter |
| I feed her peter |
| She give me everything I need |
| I get beer by the cases and a big ole’bag a weed |
| Cause she love hustlin’Kelvin |
| I leave her with more blue notes than Melvin |
| Makes me a hamsandwich then I’m bailin' |
| Out like a felon |
| Something metal lock lemon |
| These hoes got tricks but from me all they get is dick |
| And a whole bunch of lies that I spit |
| ? |
| flew up in these bitches I leave them hoes sick |
| We all know they ain’t shit |
| And so I’m out to get rich |
| And if I hit |
| The bitch thick |
| Hook |