stress boogie - on the 1 lyrics
(chyea…)
(chyea.. chyeah…)
jammin on the 1..jammin on the 1..(lets go)
jammin on the 1..jammin on the 1…
verse 1
stress boogie:
(uh) thoughts become things
natural progression a boss becomes king
its natural progression, when everybody walk the same way
i evolve and i’m forced to grow wings
thats me, its the story that you heard around the camp fire…
careless whispers through an amp wire
drinking shots of scotch in the devils den raising bets
you know the stakes is always high playing cards with vampires
(uh) so for any n-gg- throwing shade, im pulling back the curtains for certain
imma play van heilsing until your tan’s melting eating garlic knots dipped in the blood of virgins
(uh) one punch will make you change religion, the right cross will make you back up
i got a sick sword like slap, hands will turn a john to a jane, plus the way that he jab’ll leave your head wrapped up
imma dance around therein, the black robert frost
the secret’s in the middle , you’re deceased in little, made a bad decision, wear that like an albatross
the pressure he bring blow the top of a mountain off
i can be the link to your karma, for anyone who feel like genghis khan
whether its short or you say it long, right or you say it wrong its funny cause all i see is ch-nks in your armor
hook:
we jammin on the 1 .jammin on the1..
i got a cannon for a gun, she blow below alto
i doubt though you’d ever wanna go that deep
but quiet on the set or she might sing you to sleep like..
la..la..la.la. la..la..la.. la..la…la..
verse 2
dox diggla:
peter piper picked a pepper
but dox rock rhymes
i lay da verse like
not rite now
bet they ain’t catch that
i feed em truth
i did not jot down
since fila suits
was top notch style
so lets address rap
had a box seat
since a baby, bambatta
i bet my goo goo, gaga
was jammin like gugliotta
on da 1 year mark
part, kangaroos, dada
prada? nah bruh
you couldn’t find this fresh
with google, nada
giuliani was a student
under ed koch
right before i turned a student
of the head nod
red fox on in the back
while my aunty watched me
stepping over red tops
for the scotch bonnets
rakim allah was alive in da hood
complex content
but every line understood
ain’t no loud like da wood
when the woofer shook
you had bad lyrics?
ain’t no way u blasting
out them hatchback civics
crv-s, dual cd
with da tape deck era
coogi sweaters
under avirex leathers
rae, ghost, notorious
pac neguh, pun, nas & hov
even dmc showed us
how to run rock-n-roll
that gun pop get low
from da deathrow to doggpound
rap dumped a clip
on the world
this b-tch is ours now
look what the lost found
life’s a birch
i’m in her box
like the lost found
flow can make
a shark drown, catch me
hook:
we jammin on the 1 .jammin on the1..
i got a cannon for a gun, she blow below alto
i doubt though you’d ever wanna go that deep
but quiet on the set or she might sing you to sleep like..
la..la..la.la. la..la..la.. la..la…la..
verse 3
drift:
these f-ckin clowns know i be running down foes
i don’t lift weights but my d-ck lift 200 pound hoes
and you an -ss kisser whole f-ckin town knows
have your face in the dirt since you wanna brown nose
when drift wear his crown tho she give him the draws
your girl should be in the pros how she dribbling b-lls
i dismember your jaw, they yell timber, you fall
drift your father the maharajah like jinder mahal…
act crazy we gon fight
try and play me ain’t no if ands or maybes it’s on sight
smashing the summer they’ll be playing this all night
the african plumber hit your lady with long pipe…
don’t need a shooter, b-tch my piece is poppin’
made a ski mask out my nieces stocking
on beats i’m rocking, the freaks is jockin’
i’m jay z back in streets is watching
they lying if they said i wasn’t the best
and i heard your new sh-t, kid i wasn’t impressed
she love me on ig and gimme love in the flesh
i’m getting smothered with br–sts i’m way under her dress…
yes i can’t deny n-gg- we some thieves
head high up in the clouds from them reefer trees
and best believe if we beefing, please…
it’s no make up like alicia keyesthese f-ckin clowns know i be running down foes
i don’t lift weights but my d-ck lift 200 pound hoes
and you an -ss kisser whole f-ckin town knows
have your face in the dirt since you wanna brown nose
when drift wear his crown tho she give him the draws
your girl should be in the pros how she dribbling b-lls
i dismember your jaw, they yell timber, you fall
drift your father the maharajah like jinder mahal…
act crazy we gon fight
try and play me ain’t no if ands or maybes it’s on sight
smashing the summer they’ll be playing this all night
the african plumber hit your lady with long pipe…
don’t need a shooter, b-tch my piece is poppin’
made a ski mask out my nieces stocking
on beats i’m rocking, the freaks is jockin’
i’m jay z back in streets is watching
they lying if they said i wasn’t the best
and i heard your new sh-t, kid i wasn’t impressed
she love me on ig and gimme love in the flesh
i’m getting smothered with br–sts i’m way under her dress…
yes i can’t deny n-gg- we some thieves
head high up in the clouds from them reefer trees
and best believe if we beefing, please…
it’s no make up like alicia keyes
hook:
we jammin on the 1 .jammin on the1..
i got a cannon for a gun, she blow below alto
i doubt though you’d ever wanna go that deep
but quiet on the set or she might sing you to sleep like..
la..la..la.la. la..la..la.. la..la…la..
end
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