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Lords of the Underground - One Day lyrics
featuring Da Brat * cough * Youknahmsayin B I mean motherfuckers be talkin you know what I mean? [Da Brat] Talkin plenty shit YouknowhatI'msayin? Just shit talkin [Da Brat] And don't know a motherfuckin thing But we gon' we gon' gather all these niggaz from Chicago [Da Brat] Hehe Da Brat Knahmean? [Da Brat] That's right all them niggaz from Jersey Yeah yeah yeah and we just gon' do it [Da Brat] Yaknahmsayin? [all together] Aiyyo, put your hands up, way in the sky Light up your lighters, flame on the fire (yeah!) Aiyyo, put your hands up, way in the sky Light up your lighters, flame on the fire [DoItAll] Aiyyo I been on many stages of all sorts Banged in many hoopties on blocks of all sorts Ran to foreign ports, sippin on Port Thinkin rap thoughts while I'm reppin for Newark, WHOAAAAAAH Down-fall never, I rhyme too clever Storm like the weathers, hip-hop for the pleasure Feel the texture, how does DoItAll lecture you and whoever, the more, the better L-O-R-D, back from N-W-K The U-N-D-A make me bounce this way Why you say - here me from Chi to NJ I swear one day it's gon' all come your way, one day Chorus: Da Brat (repeat 4X) One day, that's when it's gon' come For all you muh'fuckers, tell me where you gon' run to [Mr. Funke] Check it Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust Blackin out on anybody think they fuckin with us We just, live the life of Billboards and mic cords Straight buyin shit you can't afford (hah) so put it down and stop touchin it, you wanna step to us, see you rushin it Watch your head, I'll be bustin it, what's this? Who you think you talkin to - you think we slippin? Yo Brat, stick the clip in, these niggaz is trippin Bustin shots like pimpin (pimpin) hit you in your hip and (hip and) take your Bills like Clinton (Clinton) nigga I ain't bullshittin You must be lost - thinkin Jersey niggaz is soft I should whip out on your niggaz - make you take your rings off Now take your fuckin jeans off, for thinkin that we soft Before I squeeze off, make you nigga ease off Cause me gettin burnt or hurt, won't be tolerate Funk Bizzy put a foot to your ass, you're constipated - what? Chorus [Da Brat] Dearly beloved, we gathered here today to bust Me and the Lords been in the lab, guaranteed to fuck it up - what? If you got a problem with Jersey or Chicago The revolver'll go POP and the weaves'll DROP Rhyme-diesel heffer in it, don't stop, the glock cocked Ready to penetrate with every one of my sixteen SHOTS Don't be deceived by the pigtails, the butter colored ma Smothered in cheese, the dopest bitch you've heard thus far When in need, of an incredible high, you can flow with the L-O-T-U-G and I, as we get lifted til we die, all this stuff is weight Make the money to buy the bank and the Benz and the vacation (Sheeyit) Take time to kick it with niggaz in Jersey You weren't worthy and your day is comin Motherfucker, you better keep runnin (hahahah) And that's all fact and no lie, one day got your name on it Be ready to die (bitch, motherfucker!) Chorus 2X |
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