Coolio - One Mo Lyrics
Chorus:I got one mo switch I can hitI got one mo bullet in my clipI got one mo drink I can stealI got one mo sack I can twistVerse 1, coolio:I wear a s on my chestI prefer my vestAnd if the chronic run out, loc, pass the stressCause all I wanna do is just roll my thingsTurn up the alphine and let the woofers bang bangTo the boogie say up jump the boogieHe was tryin to get a grip on my cookiesI shook theeI coulda took him, but he wadnt even worth a bulletI had my finger on the trigger, but I couldnt pull itFrom defamation to desimationEvery day is like summer vacationA nigga couldnt wait for somethin good to put in yo kenwoodTurn it up to twenty-one, and bop it in your hoodIm a eastside nigga (nigga)Gotta have sprilla (sprilla)Do or die, low down, real life killa (killa)They comin through the hold on tip toeYou swear, soI gotta get your grip, hoeChorusVerse 2, 40 thevz (lek ratt, p.s.):Yes, yes, yall (yes yall)40 thevz in the house, with a fifth yall (fifth yall)Better recognize a tennis shoe pimp, yall (pimp yall)When Im rollin through your hood in my six, ohhhh, that be youWhen our four colors rock, front and ass outAll the riders shake and smile when they see me hit the blockYour sounds aint beatinSo your girls aint freakinWatch your fly, got the whole post meetinHit em in their eyesAnd go suicidesLater, pump them on the ground just to show em what its likeTo hit the mic for a lickenHell no, I aint trippinCause I kinda like pimpinBein freer than a pigeonGot your ***** down in positionsAll kinda ways40 thevz pimpin these suckas till they grazeSo, come with these weak flows if you mustBut I got a hundred and twenty-one mo rounds I can bustChorusVerse 3, coolio:Put the pep in yo step and the glide in your strideLike clydeDrexler, this is eastsideWesta, recognize the routineMo jackers and packers than the super bowl ring teamSo, why you tellin me to sell a key of yayoThats how you give a fellow need like jayoWe lay lowAll up in the cutIf its suicide then roll the bustas upAnd ima hit em up like uppercutBetter shuffle yo feet like double dutchNow the party didnt start til I walked inAnd it probably wont end til I sip henBut in the meantimeAnd in between timeBetter tuck in your chinAnd learn to take your lumps and grinYou know you cant wait cause ima stay on oneOne switch, one sack, one sip, but I aint doneChorus, repeat 4x
