Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Foot In , by - Freeway. Release date: 14.02.2010
Song language: English
One Foot In |
| I’m so hood, the hood relate to me, so I can say that |
| Make that, trap music without the Maybach |
| Stay strapped, A-Wax of rap |
| I’ve been that since ADATS, Freezer clean tracks like Ajax |
| Flow mean, I stepped on the scene on «The Dynasty» album |
| So it’s a guarantee y’all played that |
| I’m about to bring that '98 hip-hop back |
| I got +99 Problems+ but my rhyme is not a problem (ye-yeah!) |
| I’m evolvin with the talent, stay showin my ass |
| Why the hell you think Jay-Z and Dame Dash signed him? |
| Military geared him, front lined him |
| Now I use my own mind, grindin tryin to be a millionaire |
| I hit the stu (dio) and make that heat and let the people hear |
| I drop it on the 'net and represent the East coast stare |
| Grabbed the producer from the West, we woke the roosters out their nest |
| They love the mixture, came to get the digits, we right here, yeah |
| (ye-yeah!) |
| Philly Freezer’s hold blickas no doubt |
| I still got one foot in and one out |
| I got one foot in the game, other foot in the gutter |
| If my music don’t bubble, I feel sorry for your mother |
| Cause I will come stickin no doubt |
| I still got one foot in and one out |
| I got one foot in the music, other foot in the streets |
| If my family don’t eat, I feel sorry for your peeps, peep |
| Rock-a-bye auto-matty, put daddy in deep sleep |
| Now his peeps can’t find 'em, he remind me of my Jeep |
| That I don’t got, that you won’t spot |
| You won’t never see him, won’t never meet 'em |
| In a position thought I’d never be in |
| How the hell I got low dough when the video on television? |
| I felt KRS when he said the libraries tell a lie buried |
| It’s like tell-a-lie-vision (ye-yeah!) |
| Still got to pitch in, ride around with my Smith and |
| My goodness, this is not what I visioned |
| I was thinkin, frankly when I get in |
| A whole lot of Benjamin Franklins, thank goodness |
| That my niggas still had the pot cookin |
| Block jumpin, I’m a hustler so I’m never left stinkin |
| And I’m still makin, music with no debatin |
| On my job, never leave the fans waitin (ye-yeah!) |
| Oh, I feel sorry for your mother |
| He missed a kick, I feel sorry for the punter |
| Flow like the waters from down under the 9th Wonder |
| Not one of them +Brothers+ on «The Ego Trip» |
| I got my right foot in, I got my left foot out |
| I’m movin yayo while I’m rhymin and I shake it all about |
| Supply it to the smokers, 'til I turn myself around |
| That’s what it’s all about, yeah! |
| (ye-yeah!) |