This My One (feat. E-40)

Where I stay they gotta temper they locks

Get they hair done down at Nappy or Not

No funk confusing the cops

Dropping off yola in the Walmart parking lot

Hustle in our arteries, re-up and re-cop

Cemeteries, mortuaries, trying to get guap

Drugs, Fetty and sex

Chicken one day, feathers the next

I got a cold conversation

Could talk a cop out a ticket in front of the police station

My **** know I'm a patient

When you're funking or beefing, all it takes is a little patience

Gotta be slick and sly

I ain't gon' kill nothing and I ain't gon' let nothing die

Looted up, suited up, rap for fun

Wanna hear this black right here, ****, say, this my one

This my one

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Things can't stay the same

Somebody gotta break the chain

Get it old school and make it swing

Called the police 'cause they at it again

But can you handle it, mayne?

He's about to do it, Don can't tell him he ain't

You said the youngsters do scandalous things

Would you rather see him out there selling some 'caine?

All the crack babies are growing up now

They got ADD, throw it up and act wild

Extra hyper, she asked me if I like her

Slow down, girl, you move faster than a Viper

Ask your mother and your auntie

Smiling in my face, burn rubber in your panties

I come through and get me some

'Cause when you see this OG, you say this my one

This my one

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I play my position

So much throb in the truck got the CD player skipping

I'm smoking and sipping

Hood life, speed bumps in the residential district

Pimping this the anthem

Got the Chrysler lips looking like a Phantom

I burn rubber on a hater

If it ain't about rapper, I'ma hit the accelerator

When them thugs in the bay hear slapping drum beats

They go in your pocket snatching money

Don't come to the side show acting funny

Better drive that car like a crashing dummy

We need to organize the side show

Take it inside, so

We don't go to jail getting chased by the five-oh

High speed chases, the list is long

But when they hear that bass shit, they say this my one

This my one

This my one

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