One Love
5,422
Hip-Hop/Rap
One Loveは、アルバム『 』の一部として1999年7月20日にSeven 13 MusicによりリリースされましたIt Was All a Dream
メロディック度
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ヴァランス
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ダンサビリティ
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エネルギー
楽曲の知覚される強さを示し、テンポ、音量の変化、音の密度などによって影響されます。エネルギーが高い曲は、力強いリズムや密度の高い編成を特徴とし、エネルギーが低い曲は、音の間隔が広く、テンポもゆったりとした構成になる傾向があります。
BPM85
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil' Keke
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Marley
Composer
歌詞
Fish don't fry in the kitchen, beans don't burn on the grill
Took a whole lotta tryin' just to get up that hill
Now we're up in the big leagues, gettin' our turn at bat
As long as we live with you and me
Baby, there ain't nothin' wrong with that
Foreva movin' on up
One love to my family, lose it all for y'all
It's commission 'til we die if we rise or fall
Got to stand up tall, put it down for
The clique, put a plaque on the wall
Get these boys off, Jam Don ****, everything lookin' splendid
Stay down, I recommend it 'cause we back independent
They offended and jealous, it's they bitches that tell us
Organized made men, they call us good fellas
Only realer, won't you put some heat to the killa?
Handcuff your gal 'cause Lil' Keke's 'bout to get her
Floss to get with her, room for me to hit her
No name, no number, it's impossible to miss her
The Swisher is leavin' so much smoke on my brain
Twenty carats must hang from the Byzantine chain
I claim my name, Paris, Europe, and Spain
International baller, got 'em hooked on the fame
Grippin' grain in the double wide, the bubble eyed
I'ma slip, I'ma slide, I got love and pride
Southside **** and we back in the door
It's goin' down for sure, got my foot on the floor
In the Benz, flossin' and turnin' corners, I spin
In the wind, settin' so many trends of sin
Once again, again, I push and shove
Jam Don is for real, ****, it's one love
One love for my **** in the place to be
And much love for my **** stayin' down with me
I got love for the **** that got love for Ke'
In the club spendin' dubs with a ounce of tree
Dress fly, you see, if you ride with me
Two or three bitches just gon' get down for free
It's Your Majesty, livin' lavishly
Get your paper, get your fetti, get your cabbage, G
While you bitches is hatin' and waitin' and hesitatin'
I'm demonstratin', evaluatin', collaboratin'
The situation is much more serious than you think
I got killers smokin' ink, you die before you blink
Take a seat and have a drink before your ship sink
Gucci shoes, dark hat, $20,000 mink
You **** trippin', the Don do the murderin' and clippin'
Consecutive chip flippin', nothin' but chest rippin'
It's mandatory, I get the cheese and the glory
Six digits the record, I'ma live to tell the story
Assure me that we gon' be platinum and gold
Do a hundred out the door, watch them big heads fold
I'm too cold to hold, I'm too warm to harm
Baguettes inside the charm and the watch on my arm
I'ma storm just like a hurricane, I'm runnin' thangs
I'm only in the game for more change, more change
One love for my **** in the place to be
And much love for my **** stayin' down with me
I got love for the **** that got love for Ke'
In the club spendin' dubs with a ounce of tree
Dress fly, you see, if you ride with me
Two or three bitches just gon' get down for free
It's Your Majesty, livin' lavishly
Get your paper, get your fetti, get your cabbage, G
Hit you hard, ****, and I'ma hit you where it hurt
I need my paperwork 'fore I wet up that shirt
Doin' dirt for dirt, squirt, that shit'll never mix
Rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six
Talkin' crumbs to bricks, talkin' rags to rich
Put some snitches in some ditches, I guess life is a bitch
Now feel this, I'm waxin' 'em, taxin' 'em with the maximum
We gattin' 'em, platinum, fuck gold, we shippin' in platinum
Call the captain, tell him I need a first-class jet
When I step out on the set, I got money to get
Place a bet, I'm raisin' the stakes dollar for dollar
The true bopper scholar in the SS Impala
Tinted up, bent it up, stash spots for gats
It's the cream of the crop, nothin' but ice and rock
It don't stop 'cause you know the ends is long
Ready to blow the world up at the end of the song
I'm gettin' gone, ask G, the paper I see
I swear to God on my life, real **** with me
DSD, mob figures, we highly rated
8100 Hardheads and them boys most hated
We on the grind and we got them papers stacked
Solo and that boy Lee got them doghouse tracks
Mix it down, Valero, put some heat on the mic
One love for my **** goin' down tonight
One love
Written by: Bob Marley, Curtis Mayfield

