1-Time For Ya Brain (freeflow)

Mic Check 1-2 1-2
Tell me what you gonna do
Mic Check 1-2 1-2 Nicca
Tell me what you gonna do
Yea, In these streets, I make moves
Can't play-no lose
That ain't no choice in the mind-I-move
In the streets, gotta get it
Go getta- that's me
Young nicca, about this mutha
Fuckin cheddar in these streets
Niccaz wanna play with it
Nicca, I go get it
The go getta nicca in your pockets
So quickly, Yea, you sick with it
Real quick when I go get it
Gotta chick, on my side
I'm with it
So we on a money move
Gotta get that cash fast
Hit up Westheimer, gotta catch
That mutha fuckin Jag
Cause he got the stash
Jump out fast and grab the black bag
Huh, shout out to the niccaz that go get it
Let you know, Felle in this game
I'm with ya, can't stop in this flow we go
H-Town let these boys know

In this game, can't stop this thang
Imma tell you how this go bro
About this money and the cash gone come
Told Bip let's get this dough
And this cash all bout that money, mane
Can't even stop this thang
Told you boys, one time for ya brain
I ain't in this game for playing, huh

Young nicca came up
Southside I'm riding
Coming through Studewood
No time for high siding
Shout to my folks
Show them boys Some love
All the way to that 44,
Show me what's up
I'm on Antoine acting bad, showing them boys
On Edloe, letting nicca know fasho
I'm downtown flipping lanes on that Gray
Hit that damn, what, mutha fucking 3Tre
Then I flip through that damn Southside
SouthPark where I ride
Nicca that's how I glide
Up in this game, cause Imma ridah
Sexy said that, so I am in the game
Gotta bring dem platinum plaques
If you don't, fuck that
See the cash We stack
If you don't bring it back
Nicca, we gone get that
Come through ya do', nicca
With, no mask, let a nicca know
We come to get the cash
Go Get It

One Time for ya mind
Let a nicca know
Told you nicca we gone shine
I ain't playing with it, nicca I'm allay
Let a nicca know, let's go
Let a boy know, straight from the frame
I ain't got time for lames
Let a nicca know, this is straight for the go
Just to let these boys know

Nicca, I'm a muthafuckin' I-10 Hauler
All the way to Florida, nicca, they know me
They can shout out
Give a phone call, tell me to go get it
Stash a car, Nicca-nicca, I'm with it
Can't play with these boys, tell you nicca
We noise, anywhere we go playaz in the house
I'm up in Arkansas, holla out to King
Let them niccaz know what H-Town like
East-Tex, nicca no damn plex
Cause that Tex gone do their thang
In that Dallas, Imma tell ya we ain't having it
I don't give a fuck what you claim
Shout out to that Austin, they got it
Now Texas all in the house
San Antonio, you know I love you
El Paso show 'em out, ohh

Gotta get that money fa sho
In this game, can't play with that
Felle Fel, told, Bip told me
Nicca we gone get them cash stacks
And We ridin In these streets, I'll get ya
Sexy told me that, Felle you a ridah
In this game, can't stop this thang
And this cash, told you nicca I want it
I ain't playing with ya, nicca, I'll hide ya
This is what we do all day, play in this game
Nicca, For keeps
A -G like Felle, its the time, time a nicca like me
To speak, yep, the truth
In your brain, I ain't in no booth, I'm in my office
Doing my own damn thang, yep
You Tube nicca, For Life nicca
It's me 713 I claim, ohh



Credits
Writer(s): Duane Brisco
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