Información de la canción En esta página puedes encontrar la letra de la canción One's 4 Da Money, artista - Shyheim.
Fecha de emisión: 14.03.1994
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
One's 4 Da Money |
Microphone check, one-two, one-two, yo |
Microphone check, one-two, one-two, yo |
Microphone check, one-two, one-two, yo |
Microphone check, one-two, |
chorus (x2) |
One’s for the money |
two’s for the show |
three’s for ya hooker |
but we all say, HOE! |
My slang and my gang bows up the concrete |
Like everybeing rocking |
Don’t sweat the technics |
So you got beef |
Narrow sony go get ya posse |
Cause I’ve got a mosse, when you wear haratchies |
Then you hear me kicking as I own you, it’s mad ruggie |
The jump on my tip, but I taught nuff to naw it |
Cause I let the microphone spark right after dark |
And be dropping mad skillz like my name was Pad Mark |
The rebel to society |
Everyone’s trying me |
Loking at me strange leave dim raid it’ll mase me |
Had I did something wrong go and my dumb |
Brothers keep stressing, no shorties the one |
To make it real snappy, and little nasty-nasty |
Things get pawsie-pawsie |
And of to be hax me |
It’ll little gone and still can hold you on, on |
Microphone so keep licking on that wish bone |
You had you’re chans but you feld out on tune, |
So you’re hanging out with deuce, now you say that rock rues |
You make me laugh as you’re mom’s get smoke |
You get ain’t like a taffy, and red like the chokes |
Flow with the flow from the Wu-tang free-style |
You catch yo bow-bow, And they’re two’s this wild, child |
From the Staten the Island, the temple |
just an example how pop goes the pistole |
chorus (x2) |
One’s for the money |
two’s for the show |
three’s for ya hooker |
but we all say, HOE! |
Here comes the shortie with the tec twenty two |
but If you tell I’m gonna blast you |
From the projects worst ghetto section |
So my back but gun from protection |
Shortie do-wa, more shoops and tupa' |
Come and do with the Wu-tang hip-hop |
Shortie wa-wa, shorts sniki sha-sha |
Go-go, ga-ga, now you want me popa |
I’m not a mack daddy or my daddy mack |
Touch my napsack, boy you gettin' pitch smack |
I’ve got a style may not be formilliar |
It’s like both way you’re callin' round in a cosha |
Who will be the next to flex and face death |
ashes to ashes, and only dust is left |
chorus (x2) |
One’s for the money |
two’s for the show |
three’s for ya hooker |
but we all say, HOE! |