On One

Only the strong can survive,
Cali is where I reside
Hustlers with flashy rides,
Bitches with big behinds
Vigils, candle lights, artillery oversized
The element of surprise, robberies, homicides
Im maney Im mannish, Im cuttin up
Im havin my dough or should I say pie crust?
I never move slow cause Im always in a rush
You threaten me ho,
Im gonna have you touched up
You think I wont go my nigga?
Then try your luck
We can go toe-to-toe and bet I fuck you up
I got moulah, chalupa bust your medulla
Never funk with a nigga that got gouda
The everyday attitude of a Bay boy
The wrong side of the bed
I woke up today boy
Will get on your head
And split your toupee boy
You let that bitch
Get in your ear just like an Android
I be on one!
Better do what I say right away
I be on one!
Dont try to get in my way, I aint playin
I be on one!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I be on one!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I be on one!
I be on one my nigga!
All I think about is money, pussy and liquor
Clientele and climbing,
Trying to get ten figures
Try to wipe me out and
Im gonna get in your business
I say what I say and mean what
I say what I said
When I get a speeding ticket,
Go to class I dont pay it
Im a stingy motha fucka
Bout my chicken and bones
White boy wasted, bowls and bongs
Black boy faded, Backwoods and cones
Heem and vodka , high as a drone
I've been ballin since a teen,
On the scene, me and my team
Soil living, hot water, cornbread and navy beans
Beverly hillbilly, roosters, horses and goats
Got family in the 'The Boot',
Louisiana got kin folks
Bicoastal, not local, shop at Cavalli on Soho
My pistol on split your tamale, G-27-40
I be on one!
Better do what I say right away
I be on one!
Dont try to get in my way, I aint playin
I be on one!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I be on one!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I be on one!
2-3-4-5,
Northern California where this hustla resides
Dont say I didnt warn ya,
Hella people done died
Funkin over corners, niggas losing their lives
This world is small
And its cold and its smirkish
Lotta these suckas is bogus,
Losin their mind and their focus
I dont know if you noticed,
I dont know if you noticed
The loudest talkers is always the brokest
Roast you with the toasters ,
Leave you stinking like halatosis
Raising the rubble the struggle, gravel, the tar
Where they play with them drums
And pluck you like a guitar
His bitch wanna cuddle,
She tryna get us in trouble
She tryna make us a item,
She want us to be a couple
I be on one!
Better do what I say right away
I be on one!
Dont try to get in my way, I aint playin
I be on one!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I be on one!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I be on one!