Joey Cool, Ces Cru - One, Two lyrics
[Joey Cool, Ces Cru - One, Two lyrics]
I should, I should clean the crib, vacuum
Tidy up the bathroom, so and so
But, I don't fucking want to
I should, I should get off of liquor
Quit smoking cigarettes and hit the gym
I know, but I don't fucking want to
Some say that I should ask God to be forgiven
For my sins, maybe so, but I don't want to
Rock, rock, rock it like the Beatles
Get up with my people and talk the shit
That's what I'm gon' do
I'm repping Killer City Committee
Ubi and Godemis info Gates and Jay and I
Pray they give us acknowledgement
We ain't get the cred for
No institutions or colleges
The bill ain't never chill and I
Bet you could never swallow it
Analyzing honest department like
A psychologist the fact that I ain't feeling
Like cleaning is clearly obvious
I'd rather call the homies
Make music with them and politic
Then drink some Hennessy
Light the grill up and get it poppin' bitch
I can feel the weight on
My shoulders and added stressors
Sometimes I just wanna slip and recluse
When I feel the pressure
Then I might buy a bottle of Jacky
Who's my protector
Escape reality for hours and land
On a different sector
People be asking what I'm finna do when I get
Off of work and I'm out of the suit
I tell 'em often I get it, I gotta get right
So I'm probably calling my crew
I feel like I'ma deserve and I'm playing some
Hooky like I ain't got nothing to do
Don't feel like answering nobody messages
Don't take it personal, i'm in a mood
Who wanna hit the gym? (fuck that)
Who wanna get it in? (fuck that)
Who wanna hit the club? (fuck that)
Who of you in love? (fuck that)
Man, where you been hiding? (I don't know)
Man, where you been jiving? (I don't know)
Man, where you gon' be at? (I don't know)
Man, where we gon' see that
(I don't know, nigga)
I'm out of myself, let me digress
I can't even buy no time to do nothing
So I invest every single second I get
I'm nothing but my utopia
I lay it all to rest as
I step off this fucking podium
I should, I should clean the crib, vacuum
Tidy up the bathroom, so and so
But, I don't fucking want to
I should, I should get off of liquor
Quit smoking cigarettes and hit the gym
I know, but I don't fucking want to
Some say that I should ask God to be forgiven
For my sins, maybe so, but I don't want to
Rock, rock, rock it like the Beatles
Get up with my people and talk the shit
That's what I'm gon' do
I'm cleaning out this toilet with the
Toilet brush and boiling up
Yo, I don't wanna do this shit
I guess I'm just annoyed as fuck
But even when I'm slacking
Never lacking, boy, don't point at us
I'm poisonous, enjoy the rush
Smoking double jointed, tough
Snake and Bat anointed us
Now I'm playing the politics
Make a speech, ignite my base
When I part my apocalypse
Diplomacy is paramount
Pray I never cock a fifth
Been it like a rap so good
I shouldn't have to wash a dish
Now I'm sopping wet
Elbow deep in the sloppy mess othello bleak
Knocking chest, way they whine
Make a cello weep chalk it up, pay the fine
Watch her step in these mellow streets
Talking tough, say goodnight
Save your breath and don't "Hello" me
My fellow, we not coming inside if we
Don't smell no tree check out my melody
Y'all don't know my L-O-C
A T-IO-N, smoking that cigarrelosweet
I was chopping Zillow while y'all
Was still on that pillow, sleep
Rapping like you real OG's
Keep it real, don't teeth
You don't back it like Bilbo B
You don't get it cracking like emojis
In the bathroom acting like we don't see
Talking flat Earth, acting like BoB
Fuck around I'll sacrifice 3-4-3s
You don't know about my appetite, we gon' eat
Motherfucker, I eat
I'm about to get up and get into something
Call up the Killer City Committee
Get some lunch and maybe smoke a bone
Right, one or two
I'm swinging through before we
Get into it deep
Gotta couple of things to do
I should, I should clean the crib, vacuum
Tidy up the bathroom, so and so
But, I don't fucking want to
I should, I should get off of liquor
Quit smoking cigarettes and hit the gym
I know, but I don't fucking want to
Some say that I should ask God to be forgiven
For my sins, maybe so, but I don't want to
Rock, rock, rock it like the Beatles
Get up with my people and talk the shit
That's what I'm gon' do
The name is Donnie Hathaway King
I'm seen as the Deevil contrary to belief
I don't beef with too many people
And odds are getting even
So see that nothing is equal
And I'm lost in the Sahara
It flares with a desert eagle
Running like Steve Seagull
Some people peep and think I'm a bitch
Dirty as they come and don't
Wonder if my vagina itch
Try'na get a hit but you swing
At whatever kind of pitch
I make America great again when
I get behind a chick
Cast the afrid melons spent hella
Time in the basement
All these rappers getting signed
But they'll never find a replacement
The man that's in the mirror can
See it clearer and face it
And welcome it with open arms when
It's time to embrace it honor Killer City
Sin is suicidal to an idol who
Would try to do the right
I might've threw a dude right into the light
Do it true to life, you can cue the lights
Newly to enlight and the crew is tight
Knew if you would bite
Cause they suck a bunch
I be telling 'em keep they hands up
They be on the wrong end of a sucker-punch
You wanna get ate up? (Oh my)
You wanna get ate up? (Oh my)
Hoping that you wake up (Oh my)
You hoping, if you break up (Not I)
We stacking the fucking paper (And why?)
I'm hoping that you hate us (Stand by)
Local M-O go K-IM and I D-O-Y oh my, fry
Was so underrated, and I made it over it
You don't know how to roll so you
Been promoted to blow a dick
30 is the brand new 20
Still on some Hov' or shit
The Cru just did a doozy with Coolie
Ooh wee, it's over bitch
Tidy up the bathroom, so and so
But, I don't fucking want to
I should, I should get off of liquor
Quit smoking cigarettes and hit the gym
I know, but I don't fucking want to
Some say that I should ask God to be forgiven
For my sins, maybe so, but I don't want to
Rock, rock, rock it like the Beatles
Get up with my people and talk the shit
That's what I'm gon' do
I'm repping Killer City Committee
Ubi and Godemis info Gates and Jay and I
Pray they give us acknowledgement
We ain't get the cred for
No institutions or colleges
The bill ain't never chill and I
Bet you could never swallow it
Analyzing honest department like
A psychologist the fact that I ain't feeling
Like cleaning is clearly obvious
I'd rather call the homies
Make music with them and politic
Then drink some Hennessy
Light the grill up and get it poppin' bitch
I can feel the weight on
My shoulders and added stressors
Sometimes I just wanna slip and recluse
When I feel the pressure
Then I might buy a bottle of Jacky
Who's my protector
Escape reality for hours and land
On a different sector
People be asking what I'm finna do when I get
Off of work and I'm out of the suit
I tell 'em often I get it, I gotta get right
So I'm probably calling my crew
I feel like I'ma deserve and I'm playing some
Hooky like I ain't got nothing to do
Don't feel like answering nobody messages
Don't take it personal, i'm in a mood
Who wanna hit the gym? (fuck that)
Who wanna get it in? (fuck that)
Who wanna hit the club? (fuck that)
Who of you in love? (fuck that)
Man, where you been hiding? (I don't know)
Man, where you been jiving? (I don't know)
Man, where you gon' be at? (I don't know)
Man, where we gon' see that
(I don't know, nigga)
I'm out of myself, let me digress
I can't even buy no time to do nothing
So I invest every single second I get
I'm nothing but my utopia
I lay it all to rest as
I step off this fucking podium
I should, I should clean the crib, vacuum
Tidy up the bathroom, so and so
But, I don't fucking want to
I should, I should get off of liquor
Quit smoking cigarettes and hit the gym
I know, but I don't fucking want to
Some say that I should ask God to be forgiven
For my sins, maybe so, but I don't want to
Rock, rock, rock it like the Beatles
Get up with my people and talk the shit
That's what I'm gon' do
I'm cleaning out this toilet with the
Toilet brush and boiling up
Yo, I don't wanna do this shit
I guess I'm just annoyed as fuck
But even when I'm slacking
Never lacking, boy, don't point at us
I'm poisonous, enjoy the rush
Smoking double jointed, tough
Snake and Bat anointed us
Now I'm playing the politics
Make a speech, ignite my base
When I part my apocalypse
Diplomacy is paramount
Pray I never cock a fifth
Been it like a rap so good
I shouldn't have to wash a dish
Now I'm sopping wet
Elbow deep in the sloppy mess othello bleak
Knocking chest, way they whine
Make a cello weep chalk it up, pay the fine
Watch her step in these mellow streets
Talking tough, say goodnight
Save your breath and don't "Hello" me
My fellow, we not coming inside if we
Don't smell no tree check out my melody
Y'all don't know my L-O-C
A T-IO-N, smoking that cigarrelosweet
I was chopping Zillow while y'all
Was still on that pillow, sleep
Rapping like you real OG's
Keep it real, don't teeth
You don't back it like Bilbo B
You don't get it cracking like emojis
In the bathroom acting like we don't see
Talking flat Earth, acting like BoB
Fuck around I'll sacrifice 3-4-3s
You don't know about my appetite, we gon' eat
Motherfucker, I eat
I'm about to get up and get into something
Call up the Killer City Committee
Get some lunch and maybe smoke a bone
Right, one or two
I'm swinging through before we
Get into it deep
Gotta couple of things to do
I should, I should clean the crib, vacuum
Tidy up the bathroom, so and so
But, I don't fucking want to
I should, I should get off of liquor
Quit smoking cigarettes and hit the gym
I know, but I don't fucking want to
Some say that I should ask God to be forgiven
For my sins, maybe so, but I don't want to
Rock, rock, rock it like the Beatles
Get up with my people and talk the shit
That's what I'm gon' do
The name is Donnie Hathaway King
I'm seen as the Deevil contrary to belief
I don't beef with too many people
And odds are getting even
So see that nothing is equal
And I'm lost in the Sahara
It flares with a desert eagle
Running like Steve Seagull
Some people peep and think I'm a bitch
Dirty as they come and don't
Wonder if my vagina itch
Try'na get a hit but you swing
At whatever kind of pitch
I make America great again when
I get behind a chick
Cast the afrid melons spent hella
Time in the basement
All these rappers getting signed
But they'll never find a replacement
The man that's in the mirror can
See it clearer and face it
And welcome it with open arms when
It's time to embrace it honor Killer City
Sin is suicidal to an idol who
Would try to do the right
I might've threw a dude right into the light
Do it true to life, you can cue the lights
Newly to enlight and the crew is tight
Knew if you would bite
Cause they suck a bunch
I be telling 'em keep they hands up
They be on the wrong end of a sucker-punch
You wanna get ate up? (Oh my)
You wanna get ate up? (Oh my)
Hoping that you wake up (Oh my)
You hoping, if you break up (Not I)
We stacking the fucking paper (And why?)
I'm hoping that you hate us (Stand by)
Local M-O go K-IM and I D-O-Y oh my, fry
Was so underrated, and I made it over it
You don't know how to roll so you
Been promoted to blow a dick
30 is the brand new 20
Still on some Hov' or shit
The Cru just did a doozy with Coolie
Ooh wee, it's over bitch
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