[Intro: Levitti | E-40 | Geraldine Michaels]
Mmm...well
One love (The L, the L, the L, the L)
One love (Oh), one love
One love (The O, the O, the O, the O)
(One love) Well, well, well, well
There's only one love
One love (And the V, the V, the V, the V)
One love (Oh, oh), one love
One love (It's the E, the E, the E, the E)
(One love) Well, well, well, well
There's only one love
[Verse 1: E-40]
'Member that game Fat Bank Take Skinny Bank?
Well now we play Skinny Bank Take Fat Bank
That's because it ain't no work bein' offered, mayne
They act like they ain't even thinkin' 'bout us, mayne
I promise I swear the po-po threw my homie in the slammer
Did him bad, wish I had my cam camera, made me mad
Penelopes swarmin' like bees, surveillance binoculars hidden in trees
Reliable sources copping ki's, oh p-uh-please
One for the life, and two for death
Three damn strikes no chances left
Let me tell ya a lil' 'bout me, E-40 and the C-L-I-C
We used to have to use sheets for curtains, socks for wash towels
I was happy as hell when my cousin gave me his hand-me-downs
This ain't no happy Shirley Temple tale-listic crap
This here is serious, more realistic than Radio Shack
Observe as I strike a nerve, reach out and touch my kind
Open up your photo album, man, and I bet you find
Folks that passed away, potnas that been blasted away
I miss you, spill some liquor, mayne, who got some tissue?
Mmm...well
One love (The L, the L, the L, the L)
One love (Oh), one love
One love (The O, the O, the O, the O)
(One love) Well, well, well, well
There's only one love
One love (And the V, the V, the V, the V)
One love (Oh, oh), one love
One love (It's the E, the E, the E, the E)
(One love) Well, well, well, well
There's only one love
[Verse 1: E-40]
'Member that game Fat Bank Take Skinny Bank?
Well now we play Skinny Bank Take Fat Bank
That's because it ain't no work bein' offered, mayne
They act like they ain't even thinkin' 'bout us, mayne
I promise I swear the po-po threw my homie in the slammer
Did him bad, wish I had my cam camera, made me mad
Penelopes swarmin' like bees, surveillance binoculars hidden in trees
Reliable sources copping ki's, oh p-uh-please
One for the life, and two for death
Three damn strikes no chances left
Let me tell ya a lil' 'bout me, E-40 and the C-L-I-C
We used to have to use sheets for curtains, socks for wash towels
I was happy as hell when my cousin gave me his hand-me-downs
This ain't no happy Shirley Temple tale-listic crap
This here is serious, more realistic than Radio Shack
Observe as I strike a nerve, reach out and touch my kind
Open up your photo album, man, and I bet you find
Folks that passed away, potnas that been blasted away
I miss you, spill some liquor, mayne, who got some tissue?
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