Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Two Y'all, artist - Sean Price. Album song Monkey Barz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.09.2020
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
One Two Y'all |
| Ya’ll motherfuckers do it for the love of the rap |
| I do it for the love of the rap, and the dubs and the lack |
| Do it for what dub in the black, in the club with the gat |
| Do it for the thugs in the back, who be hustlin’crack |
| Stop, y’all niggaz brand new to the game |
| My gun blow lead, two in ya brain |
| When it’s all said and done, we gon’see what’s up Holla at Rock, he probably with Ruck |
| That was forever, my nigga Sean Price the boss |
| Slap niggaz talking about a Mike Tyson loss |
| I’m a broke rapper, hope that you like the floss |
| Plus a gold snatcher, four clapper, lights is off |
| None of y’all nice, all of y’all wack |
| And it’s thirty eight snub noses, pressed in the small of ya back |
| Ya’ll niggaz got hand skills, but can y’all brawl with a gat |
| Rosa Park niggaz callin’it back, Sean P One two y’all, and you don’t stop |
| To the beat y’all, when the drums drop |
| It’s Sean P, y’all, and ya don’t stop |
| Rustee Juxx, Boot C&, and Ruck and Rock |
| One two y’all, and you don’t quit |
| Sean P, Big Ruck is the ultimate |
| One two y’all, and you don’t stop |
| Cuz you won’t stop, and I don’t stop |
| On the fourth of July, Jamaican niggaz rock corduroy shorts |
| Sip Guinness stoute, forty’s in quarts |
| Drunk and high, skunk and tie |
| Pop’s did Tango &Cash, just once every dime |
| While followers path, try’nna straighten demolish staff |
| Bag out the fifth, and hollow ya ass |
| Back when Buckshot was making Who Got Da Props |
| I was on the strip, who got the rocks, P Trained by ya vet, aimin’to sket, bangin’ya chest |
| Flamin’ya flesh, straight David Koresh, ooh |
| You can bullshit with rap if you want |
| Fuck bullshit, and catch a full clip, I’ll bring it back when I dump |
| Fuck ya no name idiots, Kurt Cobain cocaine cigarette |
| Play lean, acting ignorant |
| Lickin’it, ain’t playin', hittin’shit |
| Still maintain, entertain, still getting it I got a glock with a clock on the top |
| So when you pop it or not, you know what motherfuckin’time it is Ya girl, on the top of my cock, you feel the snot in the box |
| You like, 'that bitch, grimey, kid' |
| Curious George niggaz need to mind they biz |
| For I fuck around and find your crib |
| Open the door, hoping for far, scoping the four |
| Get on some disrespectful shit, and start groping ya whore |
| She got coke in the drawers, no doubt, crack in the ass |
| I pulled it out the crack of her ass |