MoSS - One Two Ya'll lyrics

[Sean Price] Ya'll motherf**ers do it for the love of the rap I do it for the love of the rap, and the dubs and the lack Do it for what dub in the black, in the club with the gat Do it for the thugs in the back, who be hustlin' crack Stop, y'all n***as brand new to the game My gun blow lead, two in ya brain When it's all said and done, we gon' see what's up Holla at Rock, he probably with Ruck That was forever, my n***a Sean Price the boss Slap n***as talking about a Mike Tyson loss I'm a broke rapper, hope that you like the floss Plus a gold snatcher, four clapper, lights is off None of y'all nice, all of y'all wack And it's thirty eight snub noses, pressed in the small of ya back Ya'll n***as got hand sk**s, but can y'all brawl with a gat Rosa Park n***as fall to the back, Sean P [Hook: Sean Price] One two y'all, and you don't stop To the beat y'all, when the drums drop It's Sean P, y'all, and ya don't stop Rustee Juxx, Boot Camp, and Ruck and Rock One two y'all, and you don't quit Sean P, Big Ruck is the ultimate One two y'all, and you don't stop Cuz you won't stop, and I don't stop [Sean Price] On the fourth of July, Jamaican n***as rock corduroy shorts Sip Guinness stoute, forty's in quarts Drunk and high, skunk and thai Pop's did Tango & Cash, just once and he died While follow his path, try'nna straighten demolish staff Bag out the fifth, and hollow ya a** Back when Buckshot was making "Who Got Da Props" I was on the strip, who got the rocks, P Trained by ya vet, aimin' to sket, bangin' ya chest Flamin' ya flesh, straight David Koresh, ooh You can bullsh** with rap if you want f** bullsh**, and catch a full clip, I'll bring it back when I dump f** ya no name idiots, Kurt Cobain c**aine cigarette Play lean, acting ignorant Lickin' it, ain't playin', hittin' sh** Still maintain, entertain, still getting it [Hook] [Sean Price] I got a Glock with a clock on the top So when you pop it or not, you know what motherf**in' time it is Ya girl, on the top of my co*k, you feel the snot in the box You like, 'that b**h, grimey, kid' Curious George n***as need to mind they biz For I f** around and find your crib Open the door, hoping for war, scoping the four Get on some disrespectful sh**, and start groping ya who*e She got coke in the drawers, no doubt, crack in the a** I pulled it out the crack of her a** [Hook]