Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Since Day One , by - Esham. Song from the album A-1 Yola, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Since Day One |
| Since day one, I been pushin' A1 |
| Movin' Yola on the streets… |
| Since day one, I been pushin' A1 |
| Movin' Yola on the street, what’you say son? |
| Since day one, I been pushin' A1 |
| Movin' Yola on these streets, what’you say son? |
| Time to cook up, got the California hook-up |
| My paper’s stacked like skyscrapers, gotta look up |
| 24 parlay, tryin’a do a show a day |
| Move a-half-a brick of Yay, get the fuck up out my way |
| OH NO, I don’t give a fuck again |
| Cock my UZI you might catch a buck, my friend |
| Guns and grams, you know that’s what we on |
| Servin' Zips in zones, that’s what we on |
| Movin' bricks and O’s, that’s what we on |
| Pounds of Kush to grow, that’s what we on, Yo |
| Summertime snow, that’s what we on |
| Countin' cash all night, 'til the early mizzorn |
| Since day one, I been pushin' A1 |
| Movin' Yola on the street, what’you say son? |
| Since day one, I been pushin' A1 |
| Movin' Yola on these streets, what’you say son? |
| A-1 Yola, Caine and baking soda |
| Takin' your orders, I’m the bolder promoter |
| Went from rocks to 8 balls, half Oz’s |
| Full Onions to QP’s, a afee to a half a B |
| Now I’m in the streets of the D |
| And if you wanna get money, then you’re fuckin' with me |
| But if you’re broke and can’t cope, write a suicide note |
| Cuz if you come short with my money, then your ass’ll get smoked |
| I ain’t no joke, don’t provoke the pistol smoke |
| Takin' penitentiary chances, livin' life with dope, bitch! |
| Since day one, I been pushin' A1 |
| Movin' Yola on the street, what’you say son? |
| Since day one, I been pushin' A1 |
| Movin' Yola on these streets, what’you say son? |
| Sitting down in a weight house, countin' the bricks |
| Duncan-Hines, Betty Crocker, all in the mix |
| Sara Lee, bake me a C-A-K-E |
| Rollin' through your hood with my shit off safety |
| Boomin' narcotics, Reel Life Product |
| Through Hell I ball, in gasoline draws, yall |
| Read fed magazine with teflon bullets |
| Schizophrenic, Manic depressed, when I pull it |
| Rubber band rapper, all my knots, sittin' in spots |
| Duckin' from cops, still servin' when the block is hot |
| POP POP goes the weasel, I’m diesel |
| Stuntin' on these hoes, like I’m Evel Knievel |
| Since day one, I been pushin' A1 |
| Movin' Yola on the street, what’you say son? |
| Since day one, I been pushin' A1 |
| Movin' Yola on these streets, what’you say son? |
| This is dedicated to the niggas who been down since day one… |
| Day one… |
| Since day one, I been pushin' A1 |
| Movin' Yola on the street, what’you say son? |
| Since day one, I been pushin' A1 |
| Movin' Yola on these streets, what’you say son? |
| Since day one, I been pushin' A1 |
| Movin' Yola on the street, what’you say son? |
| Since day one, I been pushin' A1 |
| Movin' Yola on these streets, what’you say son? |