Testo One Time - Rapsody feat. Tab-One, Charlie Smarts & Phonte
Testo della canzone One Time (Rapsody feat. Tab-One, Charlie Smarts & Phonte), tratta dall'album Thank H.E.R. Now
Koolie High
9Th Wonder-er
What's the deal, boy?
One time, one time for your mind, one time
One time, one time for your mind, one time
So fresh, so fresh, so fly, so fly
It's one time
One time for your mind, yes y'all it's the T-A
B to the 1, run son and tell the DJ
Put that K-double-O-L High on replay
Unlike airlines, we fly with no delay
Nonstop hip hop, can't cop on eBay
So ready or not, yo, you can't knock what we play
We make it rain when we run together
So you can come stand under my umbrella
I am here at last like a song from Etta
Had to take my time, get my shit together
So y'all can stop bugging me like citronella
Got my salt and my pepper like Spinderella
Now my flavor's just right like grits with cheddar
It's that down south sweet tea, truth you never
Ever heard, that's my word like groups of letters
K-High 'til I die and flow forever
If you want the fresh, fly, look to the sky
Just make the call, Koolie High
We'll be right there with the beats and the rhymes
One time for your mind, one time
If you want the fresh, fly, look to the sky
Just make the call, Koolie High
We'll be right there with the beats and the rhymes
One time for your mind, one time
One time for the Fugees, respect decimals
Kept 'em over the limit, drunk and donking through bars
Advance placement, my entertainment company will call
Like 9th, 'Te, Koolie, Jamla to represent all
My Carolina folk family and the dark rich halls
Spitting until you aching, beyond Christopher Paul's
More than anniversaries and birthdays, I fall in line
Subscribe to get to the bottom of it, one time
Magazine, zine, I write on the weekly, I mean
I mean itty, puliggy often marry the bring
It live direction, yo, I love this rapping to death
Hugh Hef, I don't play, boy, word to that nigga Leroy
Six months post the B-girls e-store
I ti-tore, ti-ta, see-saw, jigsaw puzzle
How she make another heat tour, that B-girl good
Couldn't deny me one time like P-Tor could
If you want the fresh, fly, look to the sky
Just make the call, Koolie High
We'll be right there with the beats and the rhymes
One time for your mind, one time
If you want the fresh, fly, look to the sky
Just make the call, Koolie High
We'll be right there with the beats and the rhymes
One time for your mind, one time
Oh no, not again, it's another verse, hate me
But wait a second, man, I'm chilling with the first lady
They said you needed more than a purse to persuade me
So the beat, she straightjacket and the words crazy
That's why we doing stuff that you don't
Feeling so Semitic, I'm trying to get to judo, huh
So you know I had to kick it, put my feets on the feature
I'm seeing sucrose, it don't get no sweeter
Bitch, your neck's got the nectar, Lex gotta lecture
Feeling what I'm saying when my text got the texture
It ain't quite polyester, I ain't got a wrinkle yet
Acting like a printer, grab my pad then the ink and jet
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, get your facts straight, I'm that great
Separate the cheese where my fam lay
Stack it face to face 'til it act gay, just saying I'm happy
Boy, when I get up on the tracks, they going
My shit is fresh
One time
Koolie High
One time
Rap Diddy with the rapper tape
Pull up a chair, let's rap a taste
Get real intimate with my Texas Instrument
Flow that y'all hoes can't calculate
So fuck what you thought, I apply brute force
Like old school niggas rocking Faberge
These hoes aggravate me 'til my words coagulate
Not for the accolades, I do it to remind these niggas
Stay in your place like you been held back a grade
And spit the truth from your own heart
'Cause we them '88 babies like Tone Starks
They screaming, "Kill him," but yet I still swim
By myself in a sea full of piranhas
A loan shark stroking against the current
At an alarming rate like a theft deterrent
Want respect, then earn it, the spice of life in one line
Little salt, little pepper, some sage, and one thyme, yeah
Let that boy cook
Let that boy cook
I swag, I chop, I chef
Let that boy cook
Credits
Writer(s): Tarik L. Collins, Ahmir K. Thompson, Brent Reynolds, Karl B. Jenkins, Phonte Lyshod Coleman
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