Crooked I - One More Time lyrics

[Verse 1] Ayyiyo, hardtop convertible - it's him again When the car stop it murder you - them k**er rims Your heart stop, the seath's half suede and part croc Paint job far from stock, this is dark chop Hit the block with the system knockin' on some extra loud ish You tell me it's child ish But I'm, on my Long Beach, Southern Cal' ish And my, f** a brrrritch, young Chris Brown ish Hahaha.. I'm only playin' wit'chu My homegirls g**n b**h, they'll hit you Puttin' hands on a woman ain't a player's issue I'd rather treat your emotions like they was made of tissue (What that supposed to mean?) Guess I'm an a**wipe (Tch, f** you n***a!) Yeah, that's right f** me like your friend did last night Now go on and call her so y'all can have that catfight [Hook - X2] b**hes know n***as ain't sh** We cheat and lie, act like it ain't sh** So when we die, cremate us then put us in your douce So we can run through that puss - one mo' time [Verse 2] Yeah, n***as ain't sh** (nope) Twenty kids in your past made with the same dick Now it's a wrap on your present like your dick is Saint Nick Now she talkin' all loud in court Like getting buckwild in sport, hollerin' 'bout child support And you done paid up for e'ry kid She spent yo' money on other n***as and getting her hair did Putting Mac makeup all on her pretty face Just to get the money shot later from Mr.Weapon Waist Call Reverend Mase, tell him that I need prayer And ask him is it a better place for players I'm sorry, I dig a ditch for you critics A black Ferrari to getting rich, I'm commited The second coming of Ice Cube n***a stitched on my fitted n***as ain't sh**, I admit it [Hook] [Bridge] Yeah, one mo' time Yeah yeah, just one mo' time (just one mo' time) Baby one mo' time Put your muh'f**ing finger in the air and say one mo' time [Verse 3] I got you haters mind puzzled How this ghetto as n***a thinking like Russel Going independent was supposed to sink my boat I was already aflout with my side hustle Ice age ain't over for this Californian But the recession hit yours like global warming Neck look ice-less Damnit man, your bare-a** wrist look timeless, as this rhyme is It's all about choking chicks with my dick Then get behind her like I'm giving her the Heimlich Bend that tail over, ya dig? I'm signing off, male chauvinist Pig-(face!)