Brotha Lynch Hung One Time Lyrics:
verse 1:
man these wicked streets will drive a nigga insane
the week a cock back and put a pistol to da brain
weed alcohol nicotine and cocaine
the plot to break us all down to eat
you gotta cheat to break the law down
fuck em buck em all down
yall down we can tear this motha fucka up again
shootin nootin snatchin people out they trucks again
fuck em den them motha fuckas wanna lock me up again
have me duck stretched right writin
letters home from the pin
man fuck that id rather be stuck back
on my block ssellin rocks wit a glock
runnin from da cops fuck one time
grindin in da california sunshine
what am i do get rich bitch fuck money sometimes
runnin numbas ride the runnas get yo
bundles keep it commin when u get it
get it get it holla
money money money

chorus:
like its one time
grindin in this california sunshine
from la to da bay to sac town and
back downthey can take a bird outa
town on a greyhound
or serve on curb in yah hood nigga stay down
repeat 2x

verse 2:
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block shit we rock shit like cocaine
hit the mean street trippin and
dippin servin up whole thangs
hotta then a ma fucka
ther goes the rival u know the cities too small
better no im liable ill take a strap up in da mall
no bull shit illeagle fo clips
got that dual shit we be smokin em up
you dont know enough its rough
if life was free i would say fuck
pussy nigga dont push me
im an o face killajay for hes even if
its bloody i get more cheese
smokin hella pounds of weed oe fukin up my gut
but im as drunk as can be
and eatin raw meat
reak what u sow
i got that heat that'll make yah cold
die at 21 nigga
fuck gettin old
money tah fold killa
show shootin ledge hoes
lick then split dont trust no setup hoes
where dem clothes
grindin in this california sunshine
one nine killa for higher fuck money sometimes
chorus 2x
verse 3:
i live a life of a mobsta
just talkin money eatin lobsta
and life swallows nigga just like a monsta
ya bones is the proof of death
investigators later said he dies a spooky death
you dont even wanna hear how they said he died
just as well as californias home for homicide
we dodge death all dya tryin ta stay paid
and if our rivals dont come then the cops dont raid
so if a nigga aint high u no we drunk as fuck
and if a nigga aint rich hes tryin ta touch a buck
chorus 2x
Lyrics: One Time, Brotha Lynch Hung [end]