One Time (BC Remix)

Lyrics

Like it's one time Grindin' in the California sunshine [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] Spittin' G block shit, we rock shit like cocaine Hit the mean streets trippin' and dippin', servin' up whole thangs Hot than a muthafucka There goes the rival, you know the city's too small Better know I'm liable, I'll take a strap up in the mall No bullshit, illegal full clips Got that dual shit, we be smokin' 'em up You don't know enough, it's rough If life was free, I would say "Fuck pussy!" Nigga, don't push me, I'm an old-face killer, J. Voorhees Even if it's bloody, more cheese Smokin' hella pounds of weed O.E. fuckin' up my gut but I'm as drunk as can be and eatin' raw meat Reap what you sow I got that heat that'll make you cold Die at 21, nigga, fuck gettin' old Money to fold, kill at shows, shootin' lead toes Hit then split, don't trust no setup hoes, wet up clothes Grindin' in this Killafornia sunshine One 9, killer for hire, fuck money sometimes [Chorus: Bad Azz] Like it's one time Grindin' in this California sunshine From L.A. to the Bay to Sac-town and back down Take a bird outta town on a Greyhound Or serve on the curb in ya hood, nigga, stay down Like it's one time Grindin' in this California sunshine From L.A. to the Bay to Sac-town and back down Take a bird outta town on a Greyhound Or serve on the curb in ya hood, nigga, stay down [Verse 2: Bad Azz] Man, these wicked streets will drive a nigga insane The weak'll cock back and put pistols to they brain The weed, alcohol, nicotine, and cocaine's The plot to break the strong down To eat, you gotta cheat or break a law now Fuck 'em, buck 'em all down Y'all down? We can tear this muthafucka up again Shootin', lootin', snatchin' people out they truck again Fuck 'em then, muthafuckas wanna lock me up again Have me stuck, stressin', writin' letters home from the pen And man, fuck that, I'd rather be stuck back on my block Sellin' rocks wit' a Glock, probably runnin' from the cops Fuck one time, grindin' in the California sunshine Where the motto's get rich, and bitch, fuck money sometimes Runnin' numbers, rob the runners, get your bundles Keep it comin', get it, get it, hollerin' "Money money money" (Yeah, I'm down, nigga) Hollerin' "Money money money" [Chorus: Bad Azz] Like it's one time Grindin' in this California sunshine From L.A. to the Bay to Sac-town and back down Take a bird outta town on a Greyhound Or serve on the curb in ya hood, nigga, stay down Like it's one time Grindin' in this California sunshine From L.A. to the Bay to Sac-town and back down Take a bird outta town on a Greyhound Or serve on the curb in ya hood, nigga, stay down [Verse 3: Bad Azz] I live the life of a mobster Catch us talkin' money, eatin' lobster And life swallow niggas whole just like a monster Your bones is the proof of death Investigators later said he died a spooky death And you don't even wanna hear how they said he died Just as well, California's home for homicides We dodge death all day tryna stay paid And if our rivals don't come, then the cops don't raid So if a nigga ain't high, you know we drunk as fuck And if a nigga ain't rich, he's tryna touch a buck We holla "Get it", hollerin' "Money money money" (Yeah, I'm down, nigga) Hollerin' "Money money money" [Chorus: Bad Azz] Like it's one time Grindin' in this California sunshine From L.A. to the Bay to Sac-town and back down Take a bird outta town on a Greyhound Or serve on the curb in ya hood, nigga, stay down Like it's one time Grindin' in this California sunshine From L.A. to the Bay to Sac-town and back down Take a bird outta town on a Greyhound Or serve on the curb in ya hood, nigga, stay down