Sean Price - One Two Ya'll lyrics

[Sean Price]

Ya'll motherfuckers do it for the love of the rap

I do it for the love of the rap, and the dubs and the lack

Do it for what dub in the black, in the club with the gat

Do it for the thugs in the back, who be hustlin' crack

Stop, y'all niggaz brand new to the game

My gun blow lead, two in ya brain

When it's all said and done, we gon' see what's up

Holla at Rock, he probably with Ruck

That was forever, my nigga Sean Price the boss

Slap niggaz talking about a Mike Tyson loss

I'm a broke rapper, hope that you like the floss

Plus a gold snatcher, four clapper, lights is off

None of y'all nice, all of y'all wack

And it's thirty eight snub noses, pressed in the small of ya back

Ya'll niggaz got hand skills, but can y'all brawl with a gat

Rosa Park niggaz callin' it back, Sean P

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One two y'all, and you don't stop

To the beat y'all, when the drums drop

It's Sean P, y'all, and ya don't stop

Rustee Juxx, Boot Camp, and Ruck and Rock

One two y'all, and you don't quit

Sean P, Big Ruck is the ultimate

One two y'all, and you don't stop

Cuz you won't stop, and I don't stop

[Sean Price]

On the fourth of July, Jamaican niggaz rock corduroy shorts

Sip Guinness stoute, forty's in quarts

Drunk and high, skunk and tie

Pop's did Tango & Cash, just once every dime

While followers path, try'nna straighten demolish staff

Bag out the fifth, and hollow ya ass

Back when Buckshot was making "Who Got Da Props"

I was on the strip, who got the rocks, P

Trained by ya vet, aimin' to sket, bangin' ya chest

Flamin' ya flesh, straight David Koresh, ooh

You can bullshit with rap if you want

Fuck bullshit, and catch a full clip, I'll bring it back when I dump

Fuck ya no name idiots, Kurt Cobain cocaine cigarette

Play lean, acting ignorant

Lickin' it, ain't playin', hittin' shit

Still maintain, entertain, still getting it

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[Sean Price]

I got a glock with a clock on the top

So when you pop it or not, you know what motherfuckin' time it is

Ya girl, on the top of my cock, you feel the snot in the box

You like, 'that bitch, grimey, kid'

Curious George niggaz need to mind they biz

For I fuck around and find your crib

Open the door, hoping for far, scoping the four

Get on some disrespectful shit, and start groping ya whore

She got coke in the drawers, no doubt, crack in the ass

I pulled it out the crack of her ass

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