One Time Brotha Lynch Hung (Ft. Bad Azz)

Like it's one time
Grindin' in the California sunshine

[Verse 1: Bad Azz]
Man, these wicked streets will drive a nigga insane
The weak'll cock back and put pistols to they brain
The weed, alcohol, nicotine, and cocaine's
The plot to break the strong down
To eat, you gotta cheat or break a law now
Fuck 'em, buck 'em all down
Y'all down? We can tear this muthafucka up again
Shootin', lootin', snatchin' people out they truck again
Fuck 'em then, muthafuckas wanna lock me up again
Have me stretched, stressin', writin' letters home from the pen
And man, fuck that, I'd rather be stuck back on my block
Sellin' rocks wit' a Glock, probably runnin' from the cops
Fuck one time, grindin' in the California sunshine
Where the motto's get rich, bitch, fuck money sometimes
Runnin' numbers, rob the runners, get your bundles
Keep it comin', get it, get it, hollerin' "Money money money"

[Chorus: Bad Azz]
Like it's one time
Grindin' in this California sunshine
From L.A. to the Bay to Sac-town and back down
Take a bird outta town on a Greyhound
Or serve on the curb in ya hood, nigga, stay down
Like it's one time
Grindin' in this California sunshine
From L.A. to the Bay to Sac-town and back down
Take a bird outta town on a Greyhound
Or serve on the curb in ya hood, nigga, stay down