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• Artiste: Above The Law
• Titre: One Time Two Meny
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[YBM #1] Where the weed you fold up for tonight? [Cop #1] You open your mouth one more time, I'm gonna close for you [YBM #2] Yo man, ease on the threats [YBM #1] Ay, what the hell you're thinkin? Get your hands off [Cop #2] Don't you ever talk to a police officer like that again, you hear? [YBM #2] Ay, stop it, man, he can't breathe [YBM #1] Ay, get his badge number, man [Cop #2] Freeze!! *gun shot* I don't know why one time always trippin' I don't know why one time always trippin' I don't know why one time always trippin' I bet this time that I won't be slippin' They tell you shut up! Nigga or you'll get that ass smoked You're about 2 seconds away, from gettin' your back broke Searchin' my car for some guns and some dope But all they could find was some Philies and the Endo roach Motherfuckers straight took my hide down And since they couldn't find, shit they really wanted to clown Sayin: who car's this? - Who bought that? Thinkin' I don't own shit, because I'm black They go in shock when it's all in my name And them punk motherfuckers add a deuce charge Cause they always actin' like a motherfuckerin' bitch Can't see a nigga rich, can't see a nigga havin' shit You see, that's the way they tried to play Tried to tear up your shit and say: I'm sorry, have a nice day Now, back in the days, I wouldn't trip, but not now So I'mma call up my lawyer, and blow their fuckin' house down Cause I don't know why one time always trippin' I don't know why one time always trippin' [KM.G:] I don't know why? I don't know why? I don't know why one time always trippin? [KM.G:] I don't know why? I don't know why? I bet this time that I won't be slippin' You see, I once had a homie named Frim He got sprung on a buddy cause she gave good head She let him spent his money here and there She didn't care, baby, parlay, parlay Shake your little derrière He schemed to fiend, to hang with the winnin' team General relief, but had caviar dreams He used to run with the clique that have the gauges and the nines The Riders and real hard times But baby had him thinkin' in the wrong direction Thought somehow, he needed no protection He gave up the 4-1-1, and who was holding ground! Who was comin' up! - and who was goin' down! She asked the nigga if he was down with the snow Well, you know, Above the Law is kind of down with the powder They sent me to Texas then I went Colorado Came back on the weekend to set up post And I still got my sunday at the Barbary Coast Girl, I still got my sunday at the Barbary Coast Stupid nigga, sewed your ass to roast Cause the bitch in the ride ain't nothin' but the law Attached with the wire, Columbo for hire So now the law was on their way Stupid ass nigga had a bird in his tre He probably get a dub to the L So don't snitch on the clinic on the way to jail