Positive K - One 2 The Head Lyrics
"You're on the air" "Positive and L.G.""That's that you know that really sounds that that sounds uhh provacative"[Positive K]jump jump Jump Jump JUMP JUMP JUMP! JUMP!Jump up and down and yo get excited (uh, yeah)Positive K, L.G. reunited (step up)Got a Phillie blunt, now don't ya dare light it (uh, c'mon)This is my rhyme and I'm gonna recite itFirst up to bat, Pos K the party wreckerGot more moves than an effin game of checkersAskin if I'm nice with mine, don't say sortaI can sell an Eskimo a glass of cold waterIt ain't no doubt you get knocked in ya mouthBe the eighth MC, that Rakim didn't talk aboutAll types of Positive, that's what the girls sayGrown damn man, got no time for child's playScoop your daughter, be scared you oughtaI'm so bad, that I can ride the tip in waterI'm a new breed far from a young seedLike a boy scout daily do my good deedThe rhyme was speed but like a turtle be movinI'm slow and funky in other words - I be groovin!Cause I'm the master, quenchin your thirst just like a ShastaBecause he wanna - no, say because he HAS taI satisfy, get 'em high just like a spanish flyOnce and for all, let me tell you who the eff am ICause I'm the man, from here to AfghanistanCambodia, even IranBut I never ran, and matter of fact I never tried itIn a contest me fess, man you just the next man, got it?Good, he didn't know I coulda woulda shoulda meantAnd if he coulda, I think I he woulda shoulda wentIf I didn't tell ya, then how would you know?Positive K's not your ordinary JoeI slay the dragon to freak the evil kingScoop the princess, put her under my wingMake her sing a song sayin, "What a relief it is"If that ain't flavor - pssh - what is?{*"In comes the one"* One to the head y'all{*"In comes the one"* One to the head y'all{*"In comes the one"* Uhh one to the head y'all yeah c'mon{*"In comes the one"* Uhh one to the head y'all{*"In comes the one"* Uhh one to the head y'all{*"In comes the one"* One to the head y'all{*"In comes the one"* One to the head y'all{*"In comes the one, the one"*Ladies look at me as a man of leisureCause I can do the things that can definitely please herBrothers like to scramble, hustle, gambleWomen take the skin when I got a hell of a handleA chip off the block cause my daddy was a playerOther words hon that means you don't have a prayerI gots the gift of tongue, the thing's from a cobraIf I kick it to ya baby, it's all overBeen around the world and my style nobody's blazin itCause I'm sweet, sweeter than a RaisinetteBut on the other hand I'm hotter than tobascoYou rhyme first and I'll be the last to goI might win, lose or even drawBut it ain't nuttin that I ain't never seen beforeThe only thing is yo, I never lost itAll I did was reinforce itNow I'm sturdy, sturdy as a girderVersatile with capabilities of murderProtectin my honor as if I was a samurai"Oh my back!" is the sounds when I slam a guyI'm not above comedy and playinThat's just one simple way, of sayinUhh, a-like that y'all one to the headUhh, like that y'all one to the headUhh, like that y'all one to the head yupA-like that y'all one to the head y'allUh like that, uh like thatUh to the head y'all one to the head y'allA-like that y'all, one to the head y'allA-like that y'allI'm gonna drop this rhyme, I'm gonna drop this rhymeI'm gonna drop this rhyme I hope it does skyrocketIf it does I'll be paid in my pocketsWith fly things like Rolex watches andfur minks and diamond linksYou see I got over the hump, bumped a lot of chumpsJust like the mumps my pockets got lumpsOn the contrary, as a kid I was seein every Santa ClausDidn't bring me things I wanted him to carryLike a, mansion and yacht, a big fat knotA girl with a Benz who love me a lotNevertheless there's things about me that you probably would never knowDatin back, to when I was just an embryoBut that's a theory matter of fact a hypothesisComing from the abdomen directly to the esophagusProtect myself against mishaps and tragediesAgainst backstabbers, faggot MC's (?)So welcome me back, as if I'm KotterFor starters I'm gettin more points than the Harlem GlobetrottersNot flexin or vexin, I'm a man who's modestAnd when I speak, I just likes to be honestSome say how I got fame was this quickCause I'm original like Kentucky Fried Chicken and the biscuitLoop your beats and save it on the disketteFor girls in the mini-skirts and the fishnetsHigh heel pumps and their hair all done upI see 'em like that, I can't help but run upKick the gab and throw 'em in the limoTake 'em to the crib just to make a little demoUhh, one to the head, one to the headOne to the head, one to the headOne to the head, one to the headOne to the head, one to the head y'all
