Joell Ortiz - One Day lyrics
[Joell Ortiz - One Day lyrics]
One, two, one, two ah huh
Yeah close my door
Turn me up, I can't really hear my voice
One, two, one, two yeah, yeah, yeah
I remember when
Was in my room turning up my radio
Turning up my radio (yeah)
I was staying up real late, early am flow
Tissue paper top of cassette
Just tryna tape the show
Hope they play some new freestyles
I need some crazy flows
Last dude they played just sucked
Straight fellatio
How they even play that song
He had to pay thеm yo
One day they gon’ play my song
Watch how cray it go
I been writing rhymes so long
I can't wait to blow
I don't wanna sеll this shit
It’s getting wack to me
Tired of having panic attacks
When they in back of me
Praying they don't pull me over
Throw the Gat to me
Right after they pop that trunk
And find a factory
The other night my man got knocked
He said they asked for me
Yesterday Leroy got shot
These niggas after me (Damn)
Gotta make this rap shit pop
Or it's a wrap for me
I'm meeting this producer tomorrow
He got some tracks for me (Word)
I hope his beats good
I hope his studio ain't in the wrong hood
'Cause one day i hope his beats good
I hope his studio ain't in the wrong hood
'Cause one day
I dedicate this verse to Stretch Armstrong
A disc jockey that let me on his radio show
Just ’cause I could rap
A teenager on Hot 97, with the stocking cap
And only carfare in my jeans
But my pockets fat
Due to folded notebook paper
I would write a lot
Document my life on them lines
Let the pilot jot
Down whatever came to my mind
Like that time I got
Out that House Party in time
Before they fired shots
Put my man inside of that box
Or the night I dropped
Kemiya off in front of her crib
They killed Kemiya pops
A hour later right on that block
In front the tire shop
The first time I told that story
Was right now I got
So much more to tell to my pen
I think it’s wild that I
Been through so much and all that I fear
A case of writer's block
I came a mighty long way
Rhyming in the hallway
Feels like just yesterday I would say
I hope his beats good
I hope his studio ain’t in the wrong hood
'Cause one day i hope his beats good
I hope his studio ain't in the wrong hood
'Cause one day
Yeah close my door
Turn me up, I can't really hear my voice
One, two, one, two yeah, yeah, yeah
I remember when
Was in my room turning up my radio
Turning up my radio (yeah)
I was staying up real late, early am flow
Tissue paper top of cassette
Just tryna tape the show
Hope they play some new freestyles
I need some crazy flows
Last dude they played just sucked
Straight fellatio
How they even play that song
He had to pay thеm yo
One day they gon’ play my song
Watch how cray it go
I been writing rhymes so long
I can't wait to blow
I don't wanna sеll this shit
It’s getting wack to me
Tired of having panic attacks
When they in back of me
Praying they don't pull me over
Throw the Gat to me
Right after they pop that trunk
And find a factory
The other night my man got knocked
He said they asked for me
Yesterday Leroy got shot
These niggas after me (Damn)
Gotta make this rap shit pop
Or it's a wrap for me
I'm meeting this producer tomorrow
He got some tracks for me (Word)
I hope his beats good
I hope his studio ain't in the wrong hood
'Cause one day i hope his beats good
I hope his studio ain't in the wrong hood
'Cause one day
I dedicate this verse to Stretch Armstrong
A disc jockey that let me on his radio show
Just ’cause I could rap
A teenager on Hot 97, with the stocking cap
And only carfare in my jeans
But my pockets fat
Due to folded notebook paper
I would write a lot
Document my life on them lines
Let the pilot jot
Down whatever came to my mind
Like that time I got
Out that House Party in time
Before they fired shots
Put my man inside of that box
Or the night I dropped
Kemiya off in front of her crib
They killed Kemiya pops
A hour later right on that block
In front the tire shop
The first time I told that story
Was right now I got
So much more to tell to my pen
I think it’s wild that I
Been through so much and all that I fear
A case of writer's block
I came a mighty long way
Rhyming in the hallway
Feels like just yesterday I would say
I hope his beats good
I hope his studio ain’t in the wrong hood
'Cause one day i hope his beats good
I hope his studio ain't in the wrong hood
'Cause one day