Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Time, artist - Rapsody. Album song Thank H.E.R. Now, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.06.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jamla
Song language: English
One Time |
One time for your mind, one time |
One time for your mind, one time |
One time for your mind, one time |
It’s so fresh, it’s so fly |
(One time!) |
One time for your mind, yes y’all it’s the T. A |
B. to the One, run son and tell the DJ |
Put that K. double O. L. High on replay |
Unlike airlines, we fly with no delay |
Non stop hip hop, can’t cop on Ebay |
So ready or not, yo you can’t knock what we play |
We make it rain when we run together |
So you can come stand under my umbrella |
I am here At Last like a song from Etta |
Had to take my time, get my shit together |
So y’all can stop buggin' me like Citronella |
Got my Salt and my Pepa like Spinderella |
Now my flavor’s just right like grits with cheddar |
It’s that down south sweet tea, truth ya never |
Ever heard, that’s my word like groups of lettuce |
K. High till I die and flow forever |
If you want the fresh, fly, look to the sky |
Just make the call (Oooh Ooooh!) |
Kooley High |
We’ll be right there with the beats and the rhymes |
One time for your mind |
(One time!) |
One time for the Fugees, respect that smalls |
Kept 'em over the limit, drunk and I can do bars |
Advanced placement, my entertainment company will call |
Like 9th, 'Tay, Kooley jam will represent all |
My Carolina folk family in the dark Ray Charles |
Spittin' until you aching, beyond Christopher Paul’s |
More than anniversaries and birthdays I fall in line |
Some scribe to get to the bottom of it, one time |
Megazine, zine, I write on the weekly I mean |
I mean any poligy, often marry the ring |
In live direct, yo I love this rappin' to death |
Hugh Hef', I don’t play boy, word to that nigga Leroy |
Six months suppose to be girls |
I keep, seesaw, jigsaw puzzle |
How she make another heater? |
That B-Girl good |
Couldn’t deny me one time like Peter could |
Oh no, not again, it’s another verse, hate me |
But wait a second man, I’m chillin' with the first lady |
They said you need more than a purse to persuade me |
So the beat’s she straight jackin' and in a word 'crazy' |
That’s why we doing stuff that you don’t |
Feelin' so Semetic, I’m tryin' to get to Judo |
So you know I had to kick it, put my feets on a feature |
I’m seeing sucrose, it don’t get no sweeter |
Bitch your necks got the nectar |
Lex got a lecture |
Feelin' what I’m sayin', when my texts got the texture |
It ain’t quite polyester and I ain’t got a wrinkle yet |
Acting like a printer, grab my pad then the ink and jet |
Doo-doo doo-doo-doo |
Get your fax/facts straight, I’m that great |
Separate the cheese with my family |
Stack it face to face till it act gay |
Just saying I’m happy boy |
When I get up on the tracks they going |
My shit is fresh |
(Ooooh Ooooh!) |
(One Time!) |
(Ooooh Ooooh!) |
(One Time!) |
Yo. |
New Tiggalo, new Tiggalo, new Tiggalo |
Rap ditty with the rapper 'Tay |
Pull up a chair lets rap a taste |
Get real intimate with my Texas Instrument |
Flow that y’all hoes can’t calculate |
So fuck what you thought, I apply brute force |
Like old school niggas rockin' Fabergé |
These hoes aggravate, me till my words coagulate |
Not for the accolades, I do it to remind these niggas |
Stay in your place like you been held back a grade |
And spit the truth from your own heart |
Cause we them '88 babies like Tone Stark |
They screamin' «Kill him» but yet I still swim by myself |
In a sea full of piranhas, a lone shark |
Stroking against the current and at alarming rate |
Like a theft deterrent |
Want respect then earn it |
The spice of life in one line |
A lil' salt, a lil' pepper, some sage and one thyme/time |
Yeah, let that boy cook. |
Let that boy cook! |
I swag, I chop I chef! |
Let that boy cook! |