Brotha Lynch Hung, Bad Azz - One Time lyrics

Man these wicked streets will
Drive a nigga insane
The week a cock back and put
A pistol to da brain
Weed alcohol nicotine and cocaine
The plot to break us all down to eat
You gotta cheat to break the law down
Fuck em buck em all down
Yall down we can tear this
Motha fucka up again
Shootin nootin snatchin people out
They trucks again
Fuck em den them motha fuckas
Wanna lock me up again
Have me duck stretched right writin
Letters home from the pin
Man fuck that id rather be stuck back on
My block ssellin rocks wit a glock
Runnin from da cops fuck one time
Grindin in da california sunshine
WHAT am I do get rich
Bitch fuck money sometimes
Runnin numbas ride the runnas get
Yo bundles keep it commin
When you get it get it get it holla
Money money money

Like its one time
Grindin in this california sunshine
From la to da bay to
Sac town and back downthey
Can take a bird outa town on a greyhound
Or serve on curb in yah hood nigga stay down

Block shit we rock shit like cocaine
Hit the mean street trippin and
Dippin servin up whole thangs
Hotta then a ma fucka
There goes the rival you know
The cities too small
Better no I'm liable ill take a
Strap up in da mall
No bull shit illeagle fo clips
Got that dual shit we be smokin em
Up you dont know enough its rough
If life was free I would say
Fuck pussy nigga dont push me
Im an o face killajay for hes even
If its bloody I get more cheese
Smokin hella pounds of weed oe
Fukin up my gut
But I'm as drunk as can be
And eatin raw meat
Reak what you sow
I got that heat that'll make yah cold
Die at 21 nigga
Fuck gettin old
Money tah fold killa
Show shootin ledge hoes
Lick then split dont trust no setup hoes
Where dem clothes
Grindin in this california sunshine
One nine killa for higher
Fuck money sometimes

Like its one time
Grindin in this california sunshine
From la to da bay to
Sac town and back downthey
Can take a bird outa town on a greyhound
Or serve on curb in yah hood nigga stay down

I live a life of a mobsta
Just talkin money eatin lobsta
And life swallows nigga just like a monsta
Ya bones is the proof of death
Investigators later said he dies
A spooky death
You dont even wanna hear how
They said he died
Just as well as californias home for homicide
We dodge death all dya tryin ta stay paid
And if our rivals dont come
Then the cops dont raid
So if a nigga aint high you
No we drunk as fuck
And if a nigga aint rich hes
Tryin ta touch a buck

Like its one time
Grindin in this california sunshine
From la to da bay to
Sac town and back downthey
Can take a bird outa town on a greyhound
Or serve on curb in yah hood nigga stay down