One Mo'

I got one mo' switch, I can hit

I got one mo' bullet in my clip

I got one mo' drink, I can steal

I got one mo' sack, I can twist

I wear a 'S' on my chest, I prefer my vest

And if the chronic run out, loc', pass the stress

'Cause all I wanna do is just roll my things

Turn up the alpine and let the woofers bang bang

To the boogie say up jump the boogie

He was tryin' to get a grip on my cookies, I shook thee

I coulda took him, but he wasn't even worth a bullet

I had my finger on the trigger, but I couldn't pull it

From defamation to decimation, every day is like summer vacation

A nigga couldn't wait for somethin' good to put in yo Kenwood

Turn it up to 21, and bop it in your hood

I'm a East Side nigga, gotta have sprilla

Do or die, low down, real life killa

They comin' through the hold on tip-toe

You swear, so I gotta get your grip, hoe

I got one mo' switch, I can hit

I got one mo' bullet in my clip

I got one mo' drink, I can steal

I got one mo' sack, I can twist

Yes, yes, y'all (yes, y'all)

40 They in the house, with a fifth y'all (fifth y'all)

Better recognize a tennis shoe pimp, y'all

When I'm rollin' through your hood in my six, oh, that be you

When our four colors rock, front and ass out

All the riders shake and smile when they see me hit the block

Your sounds ain't beating' so your girls ain't freaking'

Watch your fly, got the whole post meeting'

Hit 'em in their eyes and go suicides

Later, pump them on the ground just to show 'em what it's like

To hit the mic for a licking, "Hell no, I ain't tripping"

'Cause I kinda like pimpin' being' freer than a pigeon

Got your bitch down in positions, all kinda ways

40 They pimpin' these suck as 'til they graze

So, come with these weak flows, if you must

But I got a hundred and 21 mo' rounds I can bust

I got one mo' switch, I can hit

I got one mo' bullet in my clip

I got one mo' drink, I can steal

I got one mo' sack, I can twist

Put the pep in yo step and the glide in your stride

Like Clyde, Drexler, this is east side

Westa, recognize the routine

Mo jackers and packers than the Super Bowl ring team

So, why you tellin' me to sell a key of yayo

That's how you give a fellow need like jayo

We lay low, all up in the cut

If it's suicide then roll the bustas up

And I'ma hit 'em up like uppercut

Better shuffle yo feet like double dutch

Now the party didn't start 'til I walked in

And it probably wont end 'til I sip Hen

But in the meantime and in between time

Better tuck in your chin and learn to take your lumps and grin

You know you can't wait 'cause I'ma stay on one

One switch, one sack, one sip, but I ain't done

I got one mo' switch, I can hit

I got one mo' bullet in my clip

I got one mo' drink, I can steal

I got one mo' sack, I can twist

I got one mo' switch, I can hit

I got one mo' bullet in my clip

I got one mo' drink, I can steal

I got one mo' sack, I can twist

I got one mo' switch, I can hit

I got one mo' bullet in my clip

I got one mo' drink, I can steal

I got one mo' sack, I can twist

I got one mo' switch, I can hit

I got one mo' bullet in my clip

I got one mo' drink, I can steal

I got one mo' sack, I can twist