One Two Ya’ll

Lyrics

[Intro: Sean Price] Yo, yo, one two y'all One two one two, one two y'all (P) Huh One two y'all, you don't stop One two y'all, you don't stop P Yo [Verse 1: Sean Price] Y'all motherfuckers do it for the love of the rap I do it for the love of the wrap and the dubs on the 'Lac Do it for a dub of the black, in the club with the gat Do it for the thugs in the back, who be hustlin' crack Stop, y'all niggas brand new to the game My gun blow, land two in ya brain (one two) When it's all said and done, we gon' see what's up Holla at Rock, he probably with Ruck Now and forever, my nigga Sean Price the boss Slap niggas talking 'bout a Mike Tyson loss I'm a broke rapper, hope that you like to floss Plus a gold snatcher, four clapper, lights is off None of y'all nice, all of y'all wack And this .38 snubnose is pressed in the small of ya back Y'all niggas got hand skills but can you brawl with the gat? Rosa Park niggas fall to the back, Sean P [Hook: Sean Price] One two y'all (y'all), and you don't stop (stop) Feel the beat y'all (y'all), when the drums drop (drop) It's Sean P, y'all, and ya don't stop (stop) Rustee Juxx, Boot Camp, big Ruck and Rock (Rock) One two y'all (y'all), and you don't quit (quit) Sean P, Big Ruck is the ultimate One two y'all (y'all), and you don't stop (stop) 'Cause you won't stop (stop), and I don't stop (stop) [Verse 2: Sean Price] On the Fourth of July, Jamaican niggas rock corduroy shorts Sip Guinness stouts, 40s 'n quarts Drunk and high, skunk and thai Pops did Tango & Cash just once and he died Why follow his path? Tryna straight demolish ya staff Back out the fifth, and hollow ya ass Back when Buckshot was making "Who Got Da Props" I was on the strip, who got the rocks? P Trained by a vet, aimin' the sket, bangin' ya chest Flamin' ya flesh, straight David Koresh, ooh You can bullshit with rap if you want Fuck bullshit, and catch a full clip up in your back when I dump Fucking no name idiots, Kurt Cobain, cocaine cigarette Plain lame, acting ignorant Lickin' it, ain't playin', hittin' shit Still maintain, entertain, still getting it [Hook: Sean Price] One two y'all (y'all), and you don't stop (stop) Feel the beat y'all (y'all), when the drums drop (drop) It's Sean P, y'all, and ya don't stop (stop) Rustee Juxx, Boot Camp, big Ruck and Rock (Rock) One two y'all (y'all), and you don't quit (quit) Sean P, Big Ruck is the ultimate One two y'all (y'all), and you don't stop (stop) 'Cause you won't stop (stop), and I don't stop (stop) [Verse 3: Sean Price] I got a Glock with a clock on the top So when you pop it or not, you know what motherfuckin' time it is Ya girl, on the top of my cock, you feel the snot in the box You like, 'that bitch, grimey, kid' Curious George niggas need to mind they biz 'Fore I fuck around and find your crib Open the door, hoping for war, scope on the four Get on some disrespectful shit and start groping ya whore She got coke in the drawers, no doubt, crack in the ass I pulled it out the crack of her ass [Hook: Sean Price] One two y'all (y'all), and you don't stop (stop) Feel the beat y'all (y'all), when the drums drop (drop) It's Sean P, y'all, and ya don't stop (stop) Rustee Juxx, Boot Camp, big Ruck and Rock (Rock) One two y'all (y'all), and you don't quit (quit) Sean P, Big Ruck is the ultimate (one two) One two y'all (y'all), and you don't stop (stop) 'Cause you won't stop (stop), and I don't stop nigga (One two)