Lyrics One, Two - Joey Cool, CES Cru

One, Two

I should, I should
Clean the crib, vacuum
Tidy up the bathroom, so and so
But I don’t fucking want to
I should, I should
Get off of liquor
Quit smoking cigarettes and hit the gym
I know, but I don’t fucking want to
Some say that I should ask God to be forgiven
For my sins, maybe so, but I don’t want to
Rock, rock, rock it like the Beatles
Get up with my people
And talk the shit
That’s what I’m gon' do
I’m repping Killer City Committee, Ubi and Godemis
Info Gates and Jay and I pray they give us acknowledgement
We ain’t get the cred for no institutions or colleges
The bill ain’t never chill and I bet you could never swallow it
Analyzing honest department like a psychologist
The fact that I ain’t feeling like cleaning is clearly obvious
I’d rather call the homies, make music with them and politic
Then drink some Hennessy, light the grill up and get it poppin' bitch
I can feel the weight on my shoulders and added stressors
Sometimes I just wanna slip and recluse when I feel the pressure
Then I might buy a bottle of Jacky, who’s my protector
Escape reality for hours and land on a different sector
People be asking what I’m finna do when I get off of work and I’m out of the
suit
I tell 'em often I get it, I gotta get right, so I’m probably calling my crew
I feel like I’ma deserve and I’m playing some hooky like I ain’t got nothing to
do
Don’t feel like answering nobody messages, don’t take it personal, I’m in a mood
Who wanna hit the gym?
(fuck that)
Who wanna get it in?
(fuck that)
Who wanna hit the club?
(fuck that)
Who of you in love?
(fuck that)
Man, where you been hiding?
(I don’t know)
Man, where you been jiving?
(I don’t know)
Man, where you gon' be at?
(I don’t know)
Man, where we gon' see that (I don’t know, nigga)
I’m out of myself, let me digress
I can’t even buy no time to do nothing, so I invest
Every single second I get, I’m nothing but my utopia
I lay it all to rest as I step off this fucking podium
I should, I should
Clean the crib, vacuum
Tidy up the bathroom, so and so
But I don’t fucking want to
I should, I should
Get off of liquor
Quit smoking cigarettes and hit the gym
I know, but I don’t fucking want to
Some say that I should ask God to be forgiven
For my sins, maybe so, but I don’t want to
Rock, rock, rock it like the Beatles
Get up with my people
And talk the shit
That’s what I’m gon' do
I’m cleaning out this toilet with the toilet brush and boiling up
Yo, I don’t wanna do this shit
I guess I’m just annoyed as fuck
But even when I’m slacking
Never lacking, boy, don’t point at us
I’m poisonous, enjoy the rush
Smoking double jointed, tough
Snake and Bat anointed us
Now I’m playing the politics
Make a speech, ignite my base
When I part my apocalypse
Diplomacy is paramount
Pray I never cock a fifth
Been it like a rap so good, I shouldn’t have to wash a dish
Now I’m sopping wet
Elbow deep in the sloppy mess
Othello bleak
Knocking chest, way they whine, make a cello weep
Chalk it up, pay the fine
Watch her step in these mellow streets
Talking tough, say goodnight
Save your breath and don’t «Hello» me
My fellow, we not coming inside if we don’t smell no tree
Check out my melody
Y’all don’t know my L-O-C
A-T-I-O-N, smoking that cigarrelosweet
I was chopping Zillow while y’all was still on that pillow, sleep
Rapping like you real OG’s
Keep it real, don’t teeth
You don’t back it like Bilbo B
You don’t get it cracking like emojis
In the bathroom acting like we don’t see
Talking flat Earth, acting like B.o.B
Fuck around I’ll sacrifice 3−4-3s
You don’t know about my appetite, we gon' eat
Motherfucker, I eat
I’m about to get up and get into something
Call up the Killer City Committee
Get some lunch and maybe smoke a bone
Right, one or two
I’m swinging through before we get into it deep
Gotta couple of things to do
I should, I should
Clean the crib, vacuum
Tidy up the bathroom, so and so
But I don’t fucking want to
I should, I should
Get off of liquor
Quit smoking cigarettes and hit the gym
I know, but I don’t fucking want to
Some say that I should ask God to be forgiven
For my sins, maybe so, but I don’t want to
Rock, rock, rock it like the Beatles
Get up with my people
And talk the shit
That’s what I’m gon' do
The name is Donnie Hathaway King, I’m seen as the Deevil
Contrary to belief, I don’t beef with too many people
And odds are getting even, so see that nothing is equal
And I’m lost in the Sahara, it flares with a desert eagle
Running like Steve Seagull, some people peep and think I’m a bitch
Dirty as they come and don’t wonder if my vagina itch
Try’na get a hit but you swing at whatever kind of pitch
I make America great again when I get behind a chick
Cast the afrid melons spent hella time in the basement
All these rappers getting signed, but they’ll never find a replacement
The man that’s in the mirror can see it clearer and face it
And welcome it with open arms when it’s time to embrace it
Honor Killer City, sin is suicidal to an idol who would try to do the right
I might’ve threw a dude right into the light
Do it true to life, you can cue the lights
Newly to enlight and the crew is tight
Knew if you would bite, cause they suck a bunch
I be telling 'em keep they hands up
They be on the wrong end of a sucker-punch
You wanna get ate up?
(Oh my)
You wanna get ate up?
(Oh my)
Hoping that you wake up (Oh my)
You hoping, if you break up (Not I)
We stacking the fucking paper (And why?)
I’m hoping that you hate us (Stand by)
Local M-O go K-I-M and I D-O-Y
Oh my, fry
Was so underrated, and I made it over it
You don’t know how to roll so you been promoted to blow a dick
30 is the brand new 20, still on some Hov' or shit
The Cru just did a doozy with Coolie
Ooh wee, it’s over bitch