C-Loc feat. Silkk the Shocker - 1nce Upon a Time Songtexte

Songtexte 1nce Upon a Time - C-Loc feat. Silkk the Shocker




Once upon a time in the crackhouse
A nigga was choppin' up a key
It was drought season and everybody was fiendin'
So they had to come and buy they dope from me
It all started back in the crackhouse
When I was countin' up some dope and some mail
Got fufu pages for sale
But I ain't had no more fuckin' yayo
I has to get me some more
Dollar dope on the streets was movin' kinda slow
Black Adam, we gon' bust down in Texas
And know that's where I get my dope at
Taxes was sweatin' kinda harder
So I couldn't catch that plane ride to Georgia
But just remembered I was sittin' on a
Thing and a half that I got down in Florida
I had a bird but I chopped it up
And I put it down to rocks
That's when I made my come up
When I hit my fuckin' block
Fiends was constantly fuckin' sweatin'
Couldn't get out the do'
I chopped dimes to nickels, fuck it
It's a yard, so we chopped some more
Tens was goin' for twenties, twenties goin' with fifties
If you need some yayo holler at your nigga
Or just come and get me
Dear God, can you hear me?
My love for money's gonna kill me
Got me sellin' crack to your children
And it's a shame because I love how I'm livin'
Peekin' out the window, tryna cope with a blunt of that indo
Paranoid as the fuck while I'm breakin' down this kilo
Lots of money to be made, ain't had dope in four days
As the fiends knock, I chip off the block 'til mister gets paid
Sellin' fat packs, when I first grab it's like that
Paid 19 flat
Sold this block of dope, tryna make my money back
Front you somethin', bitch?
Front me some dollars, but if you ain't got no cheese, shit
Nigga, I can't holler
'Cause way down in the bayou swamps
Where niggas quick to get with some funk
It's hard as the fuck to come up
So the last thing I need is a beggin' motherfucker
Stay strapped up
When I bust your wheel and get chopped up
The dope game's fucked, I live for it
Nigga quick to kill for it
Made ten G's today, 'bout to get up and outtie
(Look, won't you let your boy hold ten dollars?)
Shit, I ain't got it



Autor(en): Craig Lawson, Vyshonn King Miller, C Stephens



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