One Mo Lyrics - Coolio

I got one mo switch, I can hit 

I got one mo bullet in my clip 

I got one mo drink, I can steal 

I got one mo sack, I can twist 

I wear a 'S' on my chest, I prefer my vest 

And if the chronic run out, loc, pass the stress 

'Cause all I wanna do is just roll my things 

Turn up the alpine and let the woofers bang bang 

To the boogie say up jump the boogie 

He was tryin' to get a grip on my cookies, I shook thee 

I coulda took him, but he wasn't even worth a bullet 

I had my finger on the trigger, but I couldn't pull it 

From defamation to decimation 

Every day is like summer vacation 

A nigga couldn't wait for somethin' good to put in yo Kenwood 

Turn it up to twenty-one, and bop it in your hood 

I'm a East Side nigga, gotta have sprilla 

Do or die, low down, real life killa 

They comin' through the hold on tip-toe 

You swear, so I gotta get your grip, hoe 

I got one mo switch, I can hit 

I got one mo bullet in my clip 

I got one mo drink, I can steal 

I got one mo sack, I can twist 

Yes, yes, y'all 

40 Thevz in the house, with a fifth y'all 

Better recognize a tennis shoe pimp, y'all 

When I'm rollin' through your hood in my six, oh, that be you 

When our four colors rock, front and ass out 

All the riders shake and smile when they see me hit the block 

Your sounds ain't beatin' so your girls ain't freakin' 

Watch your fly, got the whole post meetin' 

Hit 'em in their eyes and go suicides 

Later, pump them on the ground just to show 'em what it's like 

To hit the mic for a licken Hell no, I ain't trippin' 

Cause I kinda like pimpin' bein' freer than a pigeon 

Got your bitch down in positions, all kinda ways 

40 Thevz pimpin' these suckas till they graze 

So, come with these weak flows, if you must 

But I got a hundred and twenty-one mo rounds I can bust 

I got one mo switch, I can hit 

I got one mo bullet in my clip 

I got one mo drink, I can steal 

I got one mo sack, I can twist 

Put the pep in yo step and the glide in your stride 

Like Clyde, Drexler, this is East Side 

Westa, recognize the routine 

Mo jackers and packers than the Super Bowl ring team 

So, why you tellin me to sell a key of yayo? 

That's how you give a fellow need like Jayo 

We lay low, all up in the cut 

If it's suicide then roll the bustas up 

And I'ma hit 'em up like uppercut 

Better shuffle yo feet like double dutch 

Now the party didn't start 'til I walked in 

And it probably wont end 'til I sip Hen 

But in the meantime and in between time 

Better tuck in your chin and learn to take your lumps and grin 

You know you can't wait 'cause I'ma stay on one 

One switch, one sack, one sip, but I ain't done 

I got one mo switch, I can hit 

I got one mo bullet in my clip 

I got one mo drink, I can steal 

I got one mo sack, I can twist 

I got one mo switch, I can hit 

I got one mo bullet in my clip 

I got one mo drink, I can steal 

I got one mo sack, I can twist 

I got one mo switch, I can hit 

I got one mo bullet in my clip 

I got one mo drink, I can steal 

I got one mo sack, I can twist 

I got one mo switch, I can hit 

I got one mo bullet in my clip 

I got one mo drink, I can steal 

I got one mo sack, I can twist