Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One, artist - Scarface. Date of issue: 04.10.1999
Song language: English
One |
| Sittin' at the stoplight, looking at hoes |
| Peeping out this bitch in her black Girbauds |
| Windows rolled up tight, top was closed |
| Blowing Swisher Sweet smoke out my nose |
| Open up the door and asked the bitch, «What's up?» |
| Lookin' at me crazy, I’m like, «Bitch what’s up?» |
| She asked about my woman, I said «My woman at home» |
| I asked about her nigga, she said her nigga was gone |
| I got my pencil and got the digits and things |
| And after three or four days, I gave that bitch a ring |
| We started talking and I dropped some shit |
| Gave her some game and now I got that bitch |
| Now she wants to give your homie some ass |
| But it’s just one question I got to ask |
| Can you… |
| One (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) |
| Two (Don't forget the papers this time) |
| Three (Go to Joe’s and pick up a dime) |
| And four of the finest bitches that your ass can find |
| Can you, one (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) |
| Two (Don't forget the papers this time) |
| Three (Go to Joe’s and pick up a dime) |
| And four of the finest bitches that your ass can find |
| I called my homie, told my homie «It's on» |
| Gotta few hoes that wanna moan and groan |
| They on they way I just hung up the phone |
| And we gon' be like Marvin Gaye, nigga, gettin' it on |
| But you gots to keep your head right |
| And make these bitches feel at home |
| 'Cause these bitches got they head tight |
| And furthermore, they bringin' weed |
| Just kick back, nigga, follow my lead |
| One (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) |
| Two (Don't forget the papers this time) |
| Three (Go to Joe’s and pick up a dime) |
| And four of the finest hoes that your ass can find |
| One (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) |
| Two (Don't forget the papers this time) |
| Three (Go to Joe’s and pick up a dime) |
| And four of the finest bitches that your ass can find |
| Hung up the horn and the hoes arrived |
| Three tight young tenders, them hoes was live |
| Rolled herself a woola, told her «Fade me, troop» |
| Cock bustin' at the seams of her Daisy Dukes |
| Ass fatter than a motherfuckin' quarter horse |
| Ready to take one of these bitches to the slaughterhouse |
| Got my shirt over my dick 'cause it’s hardened to fuck |
| Hoes eyes getting red, now they wantin' to fuck |
| It’s about time to put the game in attack |
| Tapped her, told her bring «ol' what’s her name» in the back |
| Got 'em in my room, about to hop in the tub |
| My homie walked in, «Show your partna some love» |
| Told my homie put it down, we finna act a fool |
| The ho said, «Cool, hop yo ass in the pool |
| I wanna polish up your tool» |
| But it’s just one thing before you do |
| Can you… |
| One (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) |
| Two (Don't forget the papers this time) |
| Three (Go to Joe’s and pick up a dime) |
| And four of the fattest Swishers that your ass can find |
| Can you, one (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) |
| Two (Don't forget the papers this time) |
| Three (Go to Joe’s and pick up a dime) |
| And four of the fattest Swishers that your ass can find |
| Can you, one (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) |
| Two (Don't forget the papers this time) |
| Three (Go to Joe’s and pick up a dime) |
| And four of the fattest Swishers that your ass can find |
| Can you, one (Bring your boy a bottle of wine) |
| Two (Don't forget the papers this time) |
| Three (Go to Joe’s and pick up a dime) |
| Act a fool… uh! |