Big Mike, Bun B, Tre - On da 1 lyrics

[Big Mike, Bun B, Tre - On da 1 lyrics]

One more for the road, baby, ha ha ha
Yeah, check this out
We’ve come to the end of this muthafucka
It’s another chapter closed
Yeah, check this out
I’ma let my muthafuckin’ dawg roll
This one off for y’all ay dog, check it out

Five seconds for these niggas to
Get their ass in check
I starts my counting then them
Muthafuckas starts to jet
Five, four, three, and two, the one
Niggas run but some don’t run because
They always after some
But what’s said is done so tell me, nigga
What the fuck you think you doin’?
You thinking I’m new to this shit but it’s
Enough of the niggas I always ruin
Forever down for mine and my mind says keep
I’m ready to tweak for my


Shit so nigga please, don’t sleep
Because the sleep get beat just
Like they stole somethin’
And niggas better watch their back
If they persist to frontin’
Fool, it ain’t nothin’ to break
These muthafuckas off a chunk
Get ready to jump ‘cause every time I’m up
I’m monster dump
And you leave you laid, this
Game is played, nigga, with no rules
I thought you knew
These niggas are true to all that we do
Real in every way, what else can a nigga say?
This ain’t a muthafuckin’ game, nigga
So why play?

On the 1, is how we drop it
Here it comes, you know you can’t stop it

Fool, this ain’t a game, ain’t a joke
Ain’t a toy
Stressin’ nothin’ but pistol play, come
Back when you’re packin’, boy
Shit, is it on? Is they
Drippin’? I can’t tell yet
They mean muggin’
But not a word they yell yet
They best not point, ‘cause if they do
I’m finna smoke they ass
Like a joint of indo
When I lean out the window
Where the fuck you been, hoe? Uh
Do you know where the fuck you at?
Do you know this PA nigga
Will open up your back?
Bullets be stingin’, I be swingin’ on thangs
I hang with gangstas that be hustlin’
You ain’t down with all that?
Beat your feet
Busta it’s going on in the South
Be strapped for the riot if you
Got the nuts to try it
Outta town niggas full of trickness
Steppin’ up BV and catch a one
Way ticket to a click-fest
With nowhere to run, no gun
They didn’t understand that nigga Big Bun can
Drop it on the 1

On the 1, is how we drop it
Here it comes, you know you can’t stop it

It’s Trizzé, here to keep your shit bumpin’
Nigga, drop your trunk in
Pop this Gumbo Funk in
Watch me keep your head
Boppin’ ‘round all night
You can hit your left switch but the bass
Gon’ knock your ‘draulics to the right
Tight is what I bring to your ass on wax
I tax hoes and smack foes
React and attack those
Who oppose me, you knows me not
I hit bros like Tyson blows
To the flows we got
Now, who’s that muthafucka that dares
To mad dog a G?
You catch a hollow tip from the clip, nigga
For mad doggin’ me
And any nigga think I beef
Get the fuck back, straighten nappy blue
Up and down, fool, no red in me nutsack
Now niggas to the left is asking
Me to hit the switches
Hoes to the right is asking to
Be one of my bitches what is this? Run up in
Like the rock gets slung
I’m making ‘em bring it to your world
And drop that shit on the 1

On the 1, is how we drop it
Here it comes, you know you can’t stop it
On the 1, is how we drop it
Here it comes, you know you can’t stop it

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