Lyrics One Two Yall - Sean Price

One Two Yall

Yo, yo, one two y’all
One two one two, one two y’all (P)
Huh
One two y’all, you don’t stop
One two y’all, you don’t stop
Yo
Y’all motherfuckers do it for the love of the rap
I do it for the love of the rap, and the dubs and the 'Lac
Do it for a dub of the black, in the club with the gat
Do it for the thugs in the back, who be hustlin' crack
Stop, y’all niggas brand new to the game
My gun blow, land two in ya brain (one two)
When it’s all said and done, we gon' see what’s up
Holla at Rock, he probably with Ruck
Now and forever, my nigga Sean Price the boss
Slap niggas talking 'bout a Mike Tyson loss
I’m a broke rapper, hope that you like to floss
Plus a gold snatcher, four clapper, lights is off
None of y’all nice, all of y’all wack
And this .38 snubnose is pressed in the small of ya back
Y’all niggas got hand skills but can you brawl with the gat?
Rosa Park niggas fall to the back, Sean P
One two y’all (y'all), and you don’t stop (stop)
Feel the beat y’all (y'all), when the drums drop (drop)
It’s Sean P, y’all, and ya don’t stop (stop)
Rustee Juxx, Boot Camp, big Ruck and Rock (Rock)
One two y’all (y'all), and you don’t quit (quit)
Sean P, Big Ruck is the ultimate
One two y’all (y'all), and you don’t stop (stop)
'Cause you won’t stop (stop), and I don’t stop (stop)
On the Fourth of July, Jamaican niggas rock corduroy shorts
Sip Guinness stoute, forty’s in quarts
Drunk and high, skunk and thai
Pop’s did Tango & Cash, just once and he died
Why follow his path, tryna straight demolish ya staff
Back 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 a vet, aimin' the 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 up in your back when I dump
Fucking no name idiots, Kurt Cobain cocaine cigarette
Plain lame, acting ignorant
Lickin' it, ain’t playin', hittin' shit
Still maintain, entertain, still getting it
One two y’all (y'all), and you don’t stop (stop)
Feel the beat y’all (y'all), when the drums drop (drop)
It’s Sean P, y’all, and ya don’t stop (stop)
Rustee Juxx, Boot Camp, big Ruck and Rock (Rock)
One two y’all (y'all), and you don’t quit (quit)
Sean P, Big Ruck is the ultimate
One two y’all (y'all), and you don’t stop (stop)
'Cause you won’t stop (stop), and I don’t stop (stop)
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 niggas need to mind they biz
'Fore I fuck around and find your crib
Open the door, hoping for war, 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
One two y’all (y'all), and you don’t stop (stop)
Feel the beat y’all (y'all), when the drums drop (drop)
It’s Sean P, y’all, and ya don’t stop (stop)
Rustee Juxx, Boot Camp, big Ruck and Rock (Rock)
One two y’all (y'all), and you don’t quit (quit)
Sean P, Big Ruck is the ultimate (one two)
One two y’all (y'all), and you don’t stop (stop)
'Cause you won’t stop (stop), and I don’t stop nigga
(One two)