Coolio Feat 40 Thevz One Mo Lyrics

One Mo Lyrics

Coolio feat. 40 Thevz

 

 One Mo

 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