Tab-One - One Time lyrics

[Intro: Tab-One] Kooley High. 9th Wondera. What's the deal brah? One time for your mind, one time One time for your mind, one time One time for your mind, one time It's so fresh, it's so fly (One time!) [Verse One: Tab-One] One time for your mind, yes y'all it's the T.A B. to the One, run son and tell the DJ Put that K. double O. L. High on replay Unlike airlines, we fly with no delay Non stop hip hop, can't cop on Ebay So ready or not, yo you can't knock what we play We make it rain when we run together So you can come stand under my umbrella I am here At Last like a song from Etta Had to take my time, get my sh** together So y'all can stop buggin' me like Citronella Got my Salt and my Pepa like Spinderella Now my flavor's just right like grits with cheddar It's that down south sweet tea, truth ya never Ever heard, that's my word like groups of lettuce K. High till I die and flow forever [Hook: Tab-One] {x2} If you want the fresh, fly, look to the sky Just make the call (Oooh Ooooh!) Kooley High We'll be right there with the beats and the rhymes One time for your mind (One time!) [Verse Two: Rapsody] One time for the Fugees, respect that smalls Kept 'em over the limit, drunk and I can do bars Advanced placement, my entertainment company will call Like 9th, 'Tay, Kooley jam will represent all My Carolina folk family in the dark Ray Charles Spittin' until you aching, beyond Christopher Paul's More than anniversaries and birthdays I fall in line Some scribe to get to the bottom of it, one time Megazine, zine, I write on the weekly I mean I mean any poligy, often marry the ring In live direct, yo I love this rappin' to d**h Hugh Hef', I don't play boy, word to that n***a Leroy Six months suppose to be girls [?] I keep [?], seesaw, jigsaw puzzle How she make another heater? That B-Girl good Couldn't deny me one time like Peter could [Hook] [Verse Three: Charlie Smarts] Oh no, not again, it's another verse, hate me But wait a second man, I'm chillin' with the first lady They said you need more than a purse to persuade me So the beat's she straight jackin' and in a word 'crazy' That's why we don't stuff that you don't Feelin' so Semetic, I'm tryin' to get to Judo So you knows I had to kick it, put my feets on a feature I'm seeing sucrose, it don't get no sweeter b**h your necks got the nectar Leg's got a lecture Feelin' what I'm sayin', well my texts got the texture It ain't quite polyester and I ain't got a wrinkle yet Acting like a printer, grab my pad then the ink and jet Doo doo doo doo Get your fax/facts straight, I'm that great Separate the cheese with my family Stack it face to face till it act gay Just saying I'm happy boy When I get up on the tracks they going My sh** is fresh (Ooooh Ooooh!) (One Time!) (Ooooh Ooooh!) (One Time!) [Phonte talking] Yo. New Tiggalo, new Tiggalo, new Tiggalo [Verse Four: Phonte] Rap ditty with the rapper 'Tay Pull up a chair lets rap a taste Get real intimate with my Texas Instrument Flow that y'all hoes can't calculate So f** what you thought, I apply brute force Like old school n***as rockin' Fabergé These hoes aggravate, me till my words coagulate Not for the accolades, I do it to remind these n***as Stay in your place like you been held back a grade And spit the truth from your own heart Cause we them '88 babies like Tone Stark They screamin' "k** him" but yet I still swim by myself In a sea full of piranhas, a lone shark Stroking against the current and at alarming rate Like a theft deterrent Want respect then earn it The spice of life in one line A lil' salt, a lil' pepper, some sage and one thyme/time [Phonte talking] Yeah, let that boy cook. Let that boy cook! I swag, I chop I chef! Let that boy cook!