Above the Law - One Time Two Meny lyrics
[Above the Law - One Time Two Meny lyrics]
Where the weed you fold up for tonight?
You open your mouth one more time
I'm gonna close for you
Yo man, ease on the threats
Ay, what the hell you're thinkin?
Get your hands off don't you ever talk to a
Police officer like that again, you hear?
Ay, stop it, man, he can't breathe
Ay, get his badge number, man freeze!
I don't know why one time always trippin'
I bet this time that I won't be slippin'
They tell you shut up!
Nigga or you'll get that ass smoked
You're about 2 seconds away
From gettin' your back broke
Searchin' my car for some guns and some dope
But all they could find was some
Philies and the Endo roach
Motherfuckers straight took my high down
And since they couldn't find
Shit they really wanted to clown
Sayin: who car's this? - Who bought that?
Thinkin' I don't own shit, because I'm black
They go in shock when it's all in my name
And then
Them punk motherfuckers attitudes change
Cause they always actin' like
A motherfuckerin' bitch
Can't see a nigga rich
Can't see a nigga havin' shit
You see, that's the way they tried to play
Tried to tear up your shit
And say: I'm sorry, have a nice day
Now, back in the days, I wouldn't trip
But not now so I'mma call up my lawyer
And blow their fuckin' house down
Cause, I don't know why
One time always trippin'
I don't know why one time always trippin'
I don't know why? I don't know why?
I don't know why one time always trippin?
I don't know why? I don't know why?
I bet this time that I won't be slippin'
You see, I once had a homie named Fred
He got sprung on a buddy
Cause she gave good head
She let him spent his money here and there
She didn't care, baby, parlay, parlay
Shake your little derrière
He schemed to fiend
To hang with the winnin' team
General relief, but had caviar dreams
He used to run with the clique that
Have the gauges and the nines
The Riders and the real hard time
But baby had him thinkin'
In the wrong direction
Thought somehow, he needed no protection
He gave up the 4-1-1
And who was holding ground!
Who was comin' up! - and who was goin' down!
She asked the nigga if he
Was down with the snow well, you know
Above the Law is kind of down with the powder
They sent me to Texas then I went Colorado
Came back on the weekend to set up post
And I still got my sunday
At the Barbary Coast
Girl, I still got my sunday
At the Barbary Coast
Stupid nigga, sewed your ass to roast
Cause the bitch in the ride
Ain't nothin' but the law
Attached with the wire, Columbo for hire
So now the law was on their way
Stupid ass nigga had a bird in his tre
He probably get a dub to the L
So don't snitch on the clinic
On the way to jail
You open your mouth one more time
I'm gonna close for you
Yo man, ease on the threats
Ay, what the hell you're thinkin?
Get your hands off don't you ever talk to a
Police officer like that again, you hear?
Ay, stop it, man, he can't breathe
Ay, get his badge number, man freeze!
I don't know why one time always trippin'
I bet this time that I won't be slippin'
They tell you shut up!
Nigga or you'll get that ass smoked
You're about 2 seconds away
From gettin' your back broke
Searchin' my car for some guns and some dope
But all they could find was some
Philies and the Endo roach
Motherfuckers straight took my high down
And since they couldn't find
Shit they really wanted to clown
Sayin: who car's this? - Who bought that?
Thinkin' I don't own shit, because I'm black
They go in shock when it's all in my name
And then
Them punk motherfuckers attitudes change
Cause they always actin' like
A motherfuckerin' bitch
Can't see a nigga rich
Can't see a nigga havin' shit
You see, that's the way they tried to play
Tried to tear up your shit
And say: I'm sorry, have a nice day
Now, back in the days, I wouldn't trip
But not now so I'mma call up my lawyer
And blow their fuckin' house down
Cause, I don't know why
One time always trippin'
I don't know why one time always trippin'
I don't know why? I don't know why?
I don't know why one time always trippin?
I don't know why? I don't know why?
I bet this time that I won't be slippin'
You see, I once had a homie named Fred
He got sprung on a buddy
Cause she gave good head
She let him spent his money here and there
She didn't care, baby, parlay, parlay
Shake your little derrière
He schemed to fiend
To hang with the winnin' team
General relief, but had caviar dreams
He used to run with the clique that
Have the gauges and the nines
The Riders and the real hard time
But baby had him thinkin'
In the wrong direction
Thought somehow, he needed no protection
He gave up the 4-1-1
And who was holding ground!
Who was comin' up! - and who was goin' down!
She asked the nigga if he
Was down with the snow well, you know
Above the Law is kind of down with the powder
They sent me to Texas then I went Colorado
Came back on the weekend to set up post
And I still got my sunday
At the Barbary Coast
Girl, I still got my sunday
At the Barbary Coast
Stupid nigga, sewed your ass to roast
Cause the bitch in the ride
Ain't nothin' but the law
Attached with the wire, Columbo for hire
So now the law was on their way
Stupid ass nigga had a bird in his tre
He probably get a dub to the L
So don't snitch on the clinic
On the way to jail