Coolio F- 40 Thevz One Mo Lyrics

One Mo Lyrics

Chorus: 

 I got one mo switch I can hit 

 I got one mo bullet in my clip 

 I got one mo drink I can steal 

 I got one mo sack I can twist 

 Verse 1 Coolio: 

 I wear a "S" on my chest 

 I prefer my vest 

 And if the chronic run out loc pass the stress 

 Cause all I wanna do is just roll my things 

 Turn up the alphine and let the woofers bang bang 

 To the boogie say up jump the boogie 

 He was tryin' to get a grip on my cookies 

 I shook thee 

 I coulda took him, but he wadn't even worth a bullet 

 I had my finger on the trigger, but I couldn't pull it 

 From defamation to desimation 

 Every day is like summer vacation 

 A nigga couldn't wait for somethin good to put in yo Kenwood 

 Turn it up to twenty-one, and bop it in your hood 

 I'm a eastside nigga (Nigga) 

 Gotta have sprilla (Sprilla) 

 Do or die, low down, real life killa (Killa) 

 They comin' through the hold on tip toe 

 You swear, so 

 I gotta get your grip, hoe 

 Chorus 

 Verse 2, 40 Thevz (Lek Ratt, P.S.): 

 Yes, yes, y'all (Yes y'all) 

 40 Thevz in the house, with a fifth y'all (Fifth y'all) 

 Better recognize a tennis shoe pimp, y'all (Pimp y'all) 

 When I'm rollin' through your hood in my six, ohhhh, that be you 

 When our four colors rock, front and ass out 

 All the riders shake and smile when they see me hit the block 

 Your sounds ain't beatin 

 So your girls ain't freakin 

 Watch your fly, got the whole post meetin 

 Hit 'em in their eyes 

 And go suicides 

 Later, pump them on the ground just to show 'em what it's like 

 To hit the mic for a licken 

 Hell no, I ain't trippin 

 Cause I kinda like pimpin 

 Bein' freer than a pigeon 

 Got your bitch down in positions 

 All kinda ways 

 40 Thevz pimpin these suckas till they graze 

 So, come with these weak flows if you must 

 But I got a hundred and twenty-one mo rounds I can bust 

 Chorus 

 Verse 3, Coolio: 

 Put the pep in yo step and the glide in your stride 

 Like Clyde 

 Drexler, this is eastside 

 Westa, recognize the routine 

 Mo jackers and packers than the Super Bowl ring team 

 So, why you tellin me to sell a key of yayo 

 That's how you give a fellow need like Jayo 

 We lay low 

 All up in the cut 

 If it's suicide then roll the bustas up 

 And I'ma hit 'em up like uppercut 

 Better shuffle yo feet like double dutch 

 Now the party didn't start til I walked in 

 And it probably wont end til I sip Hen 

 But in the meantime 

 And in between time 

 Better tuck in your chin 

 And learn to take your lumps and grin 

 You know you can't wait cause I'ma stay on one 

 One switch, one sack, one sip, but I ain't done 

 Chorus, Repeat 4X