(you're on, you're on, you're on, you're on)

Chorus:
I'm on: One, One, One, One, One 4X

I'm on like a pot of cook up
I got the hook up
My slap make civilians look up
I got em’ shook up
Yola-ology
Yayo college is what I took up
Northern cali-foo-ya my ninja
put up or shut up

On one, loaded like a shot gun
Smokin’ like a chimney
Higher than the trees in Yosemite
Twisted like a pretzel
Drinkin cranberry and Ketel
Tryin to stay afloat keep my head above sea level

So much hate in my region
So much stress on the brain
Every rapper aint' eatin
So they need someone to blame

So they blame it on E40
Cause I got the biggest name
Nigga that been havin change
Since Soul Train

Step your bar game up
Practice your penmanship
Stop complainin and making excuses
Nigga make a hit

Just the other day I heard a fucked nigga say
40 yall' winnin' but Vallejo ain't in the bay
I said that sound like some ho ass shit a nigga like you would say
it's haters like your washed up ass that's in the way

Ugh. Tycoon diamonds
gleamin like the sun
I'm in a fucked up mood
And a nigga on one

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Smokin’ on smelly
Pal round' on my celly

Hustlin’
Getting’ Money is a habit
Always getting dusty
Always in the traffic

Out of town out of state
Doing shows makin’ cake

Spitin on stage like a savage
Through the gullyest clubs
Wit the grimiest bastards

Drinkin is a ritual, it make my life easier
it's not so difficult,
I'm in the function at the table drinkin trip outs,
... Cognac somethin pitiful, uuhhh,

I'm all purpose, I'm took, I'm lightweight wounded
I'm lifted, I'm hecka twisted, sedated, you don't get it high,
I'm outa there in the middle of nowhere
I'm a hotty outa my mind on this liquor and Dom P, I'm on...

Chorus

Dis yay boy, he on one, he get active with his gun,
Wit the purple & patron, fittin to take it to the dome
On one won't stop till its all gone,

Marley naps, American Eagle hats,
I rest my head on the outskirts, but I'm from the track,
Ignorant black, J O audio, 4 twelves in the back,
Green backs rubber bands thousand stacks,
Secret stash spot where I hide my mack,
Head out the sun roof talkin hella crap,
Dealin hella loud, bust em in they ass... for nothin now,

I ain't listenin, my fellas say that I'm trippin,
my homie's still on parole and my nigga he piss tested,
Just got out the pot just got out the shu,
Just got through wit doin six ain't even 'sposed to be around this shit.
I'm on....