I Got One For Ya'
Lit up like the Fourth
I'ma happy drunk
Come to papa big mama
'Cause your daddy's drunk
I wanna pump, pump it up like the Good Year blimp
Make ya holla for a dollar
That's the way I pimp
Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the Bayou
Thems are the things that I ain't gonna buy you
It's like one of them freak thangs
Hit it once, maybe every couple weeks thangs
I got no love
I got no riches
I don't roll vogues
And I ain't got switches
I got no game, I can't reward ya
But if you wanna long one baby
I got one for ya
This is your shot
I got one for ya
This is your shot
(Uh-huh, check it)
People always talkin' what they gonna do
They must want their face to maybe taste my shoe
I can't understand all the push and shove
And what the f- happened to the peace and love?
Who planted that glove man, I don't care
I'm too busy running my fingers through your mama's hair
I got no time for the fakes and the phonies
The crooks and the creeps and the cops and the cronies
Am I the only one on my side?
Test my pride, I betcha run and hide
You think I'm weak, so you looking for the kill
But there's 16 shots in my 9 mm
I got one for ya (uh-huh)
This is your shot
I got one for ya
This is your shot
Jimmy Jimmy, Ji-Jimmy Jimmy
Yeah, lay it down brother
(Lay it down with me, baby)
(Lay it down with me, baby)
And didn't lose your touch
Record companies stressing 'cause they all want hits
Sing yeah, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, so I make 'em like this
They say, "Hey there boy, all we need is one song
Shorten up that hook, we don't need it that long"
Don't wanna hear me cuss, don't wanna hear me brag
So I'm grabbing on my thingy while I let my pants sag
Never been what I've written
Just writing what I'm doing
They say they like my records, but they're still boohooing
My choice always tight
My rhymes will floor ya
Hey fly, you wanna hit money? Ha-ha-ha
I got one for ya
This is your shot (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I got one for ya (here it is)
This is your shot (huh)
We got one for ya
Really gonna rock
We got one for ya, baby
Really gonna rock
I got one for ya babe
I got one for ya babe
I got one for ya babe
I mean it, gonna rock, we gonna go rock
It's gonna roll, gonna rock, gonna roll
Gonna roll, gon' rock, gon' roll
Gon' rock and roll (aah-aah, ahh, ahh)
I like that
I'ma happy drunk
Come to papa big mama
'Cause your daddy's drunk
I wanna pump, pump it up like the Good Year blimp
Make ya holla for a dollar
That's the way I pimp
Gold links and minks and shrimp dinners on the Bayou
Thems are the things that I ain't gonna buy you
It's like one of them freak thangs
Hit it once, maybe every couple weeks thangs
I got no love
I got no riches
I don't roll vogues
And I ain't got switches
I got no game, I can't reward ya
But if you wanna long one baby
I got one for ya
This is your shot
I got one for ya
This is your shot
(Uh-huh, check it)
People always talkin' what they gonna do
They must want their face to maybe taste my shoe
I can't understand all the push and shove
And what the f- happened to the peace and love?
Who planted that glove man, I don't care
I'm too busy running my fingers through your mama's hair
I got no time for the fakes and the phonies
The crooks and the creeps and the cops and the cronies
Am I the only one on my side?
Test my pride, I betcha run and hide
You think I'm weak, so you looking for the kill
But there's 16 shots in my 9 mm
I got one for ya (uh-huh)
This is your shot
I got one for ya
This is your shot
Jimmy Jimmy, Ji-Jimmy Jimmy
Yeah, lay it down brother
(Lay it down with me, baby)
(Lay it down with me, baby)
And didn't lose your touch
Record companies stressing 'cause they all want hits
Sing yeah, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, so I make 'em like this
They say, "Hey there boy, all we need is one song
Shorten up that hook, we don't need it that long"
Don't wanna hear me cuss, don't wanna hear me brag
So I'm grabbing on my thingy while I let my pants sag
Never been what I've written
Just writing what I'm doing
They say they like my records, but they're still boohooing
My choice always tight
My rhymes will floor ya
Hey fly, you wanna hit money? Ha-ha-ha
I got one for ya
This is your shot (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I got one for ya (here it is)
This is your shot (huh)
We got one for ya
Really gonna rock
We got one for ya, baby
Really gonna rock
I got one for ya babe
I got one for ya babe
I got one for ya babe
I mean it, gonna rock, we gonna go rock
It's gonna roll, gonna rock, gonna roll
Gonna roll, gon' rock, gon' roll
Gon' rock and roll (aah-aah, ahh, ahh)
I like that
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Shafer, R.j. Ritchie, Jerry Williams, Kenny Olson, John A. Travis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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