1 WON'T DO - Chris King

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, oh yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah Snotty Nose Dilla

For me no, hol' up, hol' up

One won’t do it, two it’s not enough for me no (Hol' up, hol' up)

One won’t do, two it’s not enough for me no (Hol' up, hol' up)

One won’t do it, two it’s not enough for me no

(One won’t do it)

How the hell you wanna act strange

Broke niggas allergic to cash things

The diamonds got the same effect to the eyes as a flashbang

We ain’t much different, my nigga, we pack the strap same

Amazing how we smile at hurt and yet we laugh at pain

Psychotic break walls crumbling down, how you act sane?

They say God sittin' in the light, but I see a lampshade

Digging in the ashtray for roaches, I need some damn raid

I’m bugging when I think I found love because she can’t stay

Liable to hurt her with love letters and curses

God said we wasn’t perfect, but our situation worse

And I get high, where the Earth is?

Like fire up the urn

It ain’t what you say, it’s how you say it, structure what you worded

Don’t talk about that white if you ain’t never seen birdies

Don’t talk about hustle if you ain’t gettin' up early

Don’t say you ridin' in the foreign, you ain’t slidin' the curtains

You 6'6″ your bitch three hunnid and got hit with this thirty, that’s brazy

I’m God bodied, it’s blasphemous, that is just accurate

Complicate the theory, Pythagorean, added 'em, calculus

Lean droppin' soda like bath bombs hittin' the bathtub

Two cups but only two cups I ain’t had enough (Yeah, only one)

One won’t do, two it’s not enough for me no (Hol' up, hol' up)

One won’t do it, two it’s not enough for me no (Hol' up, hol' up)

One won’t do it, two it’s not enough for me no (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up,

hol' up)

One won’t do it, two it’s not enough for me no

(One won’t do it)

This seat only got one…

One got two styrofoam cups, bitch it’s a move when I screw up

Pour the purple all in my juice, I call it goop punch

It was just my brother and me, or was you too young?

You wanted exposure, you salty it’s over

Way that I poke her and stroke her, she’ll never get closure

On my balls like a goalie, get dough like cannoli

She the type to ride when you lonely then slide when you rolling

That’s a hot girl, jump in the kitchen make the pot twirl

An enemy dies and the name of that block becomes the name of the opp world

We buyin' more than one to say that we cop plural

Lines like that get you hip hop murals

It ain’t your world I ain’t tryna get a nut and I don’t like squirrels

Real niggas will give both to live lavishly

Stick my whole arm in the bowl and spin sanity

When I television her mind it get staticky

I’ma keep a hundred and four, you can’t rap with me

Are you heaven sent or hell born?

I press 'em with the devil horns

You toyin' with the metal like I bear arms

Smokin' to Pi’erre Bourne, someone turn the air on

Niggas get the heron and niggas wanna stare wrong

Rare Nike air on, niggas can’t compare dawg

Nigga heard my freestyle, now he wan' compare songs

(For me no)

One won’t do it, two it’s not enough for me no

One won’t do, two it’s not enough for me no

One won’t do it, two it’s not enough for me no