I'm On One

[Chorus:] Go hard,go hard,go hard (hard, hard) [x2] 4-3-2-1 I’m on one,one,one,one,one [x4] [Verse 1:] I’m on like a pot a cook up, I got da hookup Ma slap makes d goonies look up, I got em shook up Yolaology yea in college that’s what I took up Northern California ma nigga put up a shutter On one, loaded like a shotgun Smokin like a chimeney, hide in d trees in yo siminey Twisted like a pretzel drink a cranberry an kettle juice Stay afloat keep ma head above sea level So much hate in ma region, so much stress on d brain Hey dese rappers ain’t eatin so they need somebody to blame So they blame it on E 40 cause I got d biggest magnet Nigga that been had no change since soul train Step yo bar game up, practise yo penmanship Stop complainin an makin excuses nigga make a hit Jus d otha day I heard a fuck nigga say 40 ya’ll winnin but the layo ain’t in d bay I said that sound like some hoe ass shit a nigga like you would say It’s hataz like yo washed up ass that’s in d way Ooh, tycoon diamonds glimmin like d sun I’m in a fucked up mood, an a nigga on one (on one) [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Ooh smokin on smellie, pow roun on ma cellie Hust-lin gettin money as a habit, always gettin dusty always in d traffic Outta town outta state, doin shows makin paper (ooh) Spit dem on stage like a savage, gulliest clubs wid d grimiest bastards Drinkin is a ritual it make ma life easier, it’s not so difficult (it’s not so difficult) I’m at d officiatin table drinkin shrimp pops On dis landi cogniac som’n pitiful I’m all purpose,I’m took,I’m lightly wounded, I’m lifted,I’m hecka twisted,sedated ya don’t get it ah I’m outta dere in d middle a nowhere, I’m probably outta ma mind on dis liquor an don’t care (I’m on) [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Ooh, dis yay boy, he on one, he get active wit his gun Wit d purple an patrone fenna take it to da dough, on one won’t stop till it’s all gone Ooh, marley naps american he don’t have arrest I hid on d outskirts but I’m from d tracks Ignorant black, jail waddy I put 12’s in d back,greenbacks, rubberbands thousand stacks Secret stash box whey I hide ma mac,head out d sunroof bonkin hella crack Yellin hella loud, blank bustin in d air for nuttin shootin at d cloud I ain’t listenin ma fellas say that I’m trippin,ma homey still on parole ma nigga he piss testin Jus got out d pot, jus got out d shoe, jus got through wit doin 6 an ain’t supposed to be around dis shit (I’m on) [Chorus]