One 2 da Bootlegga - Da Hoodzmen: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

One 2 da Bootlegga

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Hip-Hop/Rap

One 2 da Bootlegga was released on August 1, 2012 by Music of Life as a part of the album Da Hoodzmen - EP

Song Details

AlbumDa Hoodzmen - EP

Release DateAugust 1, 2012

LabelMusic of Life

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM93

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Da Hoodzmen

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Hiram L

Songwriter

Harrii

Songwriter

Michaël

Songwriter

Hael Bryant

Songwriter

Lyrics

Check out the **** coming straight to your head

Watch dem all fi dead plus I shot ??

Oh shit, you're selling my tapes on the street corners

Before you sell that tape, I tell you now I'm gonna warn you

If I catch my tape on your deck you geting wrecked

Don't stop ?? to pull or snap a neck

How did you figure on that type of ****

Don't even ask how his body ended up in the river

Off my tapes you're making profit

Stick out your head I'm a chop it

I rocked it, can't stop it

I jocked it, I knocked it

Damn, I wish I could slam like the man

Who's the man? *Da Hoodzman is the man*

Yo, I told you once, I told you twice, it's time to pay the price

And yo, don't play the punk chum, I just rolled your dice

One 2 Da Bootleggers and em all fi dead

Catch your buck buck buck now your woe is me

Ha ha, I got beef lately for the bootleggers

That's the sound if you're trying to get clever

Cos you're not Sally selling shells by the sea shore

You sold my shit now you're laying on the floor

Which way? Where did the bootlegger go?

Find the motherfucker, put a tag on his toe

Bitch, The U-N-I switch to rap singer

You change the pitch, now there's an itch on my trigger finger

I want some more kidnap get back

You're selling my tapes? Word

Cos I don't wanna be a well known chum with no papes

I pack bricks and bats when the bootleggers bother me

* Eyy yo, Universe speak about the quality *

Word! The quality sucks, map rappers are getting fucked

It's wack to put some change in a **** luck

I know your name but you couldn't buy a six pack

Somebody said the bootlegger got it like that

Crack your cranium, you can call me Damien

Omen, the tapes ain't yours cause you stole them

Ha ha, hell **** ain't a fucking thing funny

I bust nuff shots, do you wanna be a mummy?

Dummy, dodo, I play you like Toto

Cos there's no place like your dome

Once again, it's gonna be on

Chorus x4

You sell my tape, you get knocked out the box

Peace to dreadlocks, I don't give props to any cops

Perhaps I might smoke the funk from my blunt

Hit chumps, punks back up, I took the caps from your fronts

Now you wanna ?? from my tapes yo

Face the great ape, don't touch my cage I might escape

From the bootleggers grip, check I broke his hip

And after all that I fucked his moms and he flipped

Shit, that's even better

I love to see a bloody bootlegger

Rip em up, chop em up on my leather

Yo leader, give em a Columbian neck tie

I don't give a fuck if the bootlegger die

Ha ha I can get higher than my blunts

Shits and rather skunk, I be on that shit for months

Yo, please oh please don't fuck with my weed

?? flip to kick a **** in his seeds

I itch like fleas, I spread like disease

It's time for the bootlegger to bow down to his knees

So here I cluck, there I cluck, everywhere I gluck, gluck

Well who got stuck I got the barrel to your nuts

Aiming for your cunt, aiming for your head

Catch a buck, buck, buck now the bootlegger's dead

Chorus x4

Written by: Hael Bryant, Harrii, Hiram L, Michaël

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