One, Two - Joey Cool, CES Cru

I should, I should

Clean the crib, vacuum

Tidy up the bathroom, so and so

But I don’t fucking want to

I should, I should

Get off of liquor

Quit smoking cigarettes and hit the gym

I know, but I don’t fucking want to

Some say that I should ask God to be forgiven

For my sins, maybe so, but I don’t want to

Rock, rock, rock it like the Beatles

Get up with my people

And talk the shit

That’s what I’m gon' do

I’m repping Killer City Committee, Ubi and Godemis

Info Gates and Jay and I pray they give us acknowledgement

We ain’t get the cred for no institutions or colleges

The bill ain’t never chill and I bet you could never swallow it

Analyzing honest department like a psychologist

The fact that I ain’t feeling like cleaning is clearly obvious

I’d rather call the homies, make music with them and politic

Then drink some Hennessy, light the grill up and get it poppin' bitch

I can feel the weight on my shoulders and added stressors

Sometimes I just wanna slip and recluse when I feel the pressure

Then I might buy a bottle of Jacky, who’s my protector

Escape reality for hours and land on a different sector

People be asking what I’m finna do when I get off of work and I’m out of the

suit

I tell 'em often I get it, I gotta get right, so I’m probably calling my crew

I feel like I’ma deserve and I’m playing some hooky like I ain’t got nothing to

do

Don’t feel like answering nobody messages, don’t take it personal, I’m in a mood

Who wanna hit the gym?

(fuck that)

Who wanna get it in?

(fuck that)

Who wanna hit the club?

(fuck that)

Who of you in love?

(fuck that)

Man, where you been hiding?

(I don’t know)

Man, where you been jiving?

(I don’t know)

Man, where you gon' be at?

(I don’t know)

Man, where we gon' see that (I don’t know, nigga)

I’m out of myself, let me digress

I can’t even buy no time to do nothing, so I invest

Every single second I get, I’m nothing but my utopia

I lay it all to rest as I step off this fucking podium

I should, I should

Clean the crib, vacuum

Tidy up the bathroom, so and so

But I don’t fucking want to

I should, I should

Get off of liquor

Quit smoking cigarettes and hit the gym

I know, but I don’t fucking want to

Some say that I should ask God to be forgiven

For my sins, maybe so, but I don’t want to

Rock, rock, rock it like the Beatles

Get up with my people

And talk the shit

That’s what I’m gon' do

I’m cleaning out this toilet with the toilet brush and boiling up

Yo, I don’t wanna do this shit

I guess I’m just annoyed as fuck

But even when I’m slacking

Never lacking, boy, don’t point at us

I’m poisonous, enjoy the rush

Smoking double jointed, tough

Snake and Bat anointed us

Now I’m playing the politics

Make a speech, ignite my base

When I part my apocalypse

Diplomacy is paramount

Pray I never cock a fifth

Been it like a rap so good, I shouldn’t have to wash a dish

Now I’m sopping wet

Elbow deep in the sloppy mess

Othello bleak

Knocking chest, way they whine, make a cello weep

Chalk it up, pay the fine

Watch her step in these mellow streets

Talking tough, say goodnight

Save your breath and don’t «Hello» me

My fellow, we not coming inside if we don’t smell no tree

Check out my melody

Y’all don’t know my L-O-C

A-T-I-O-N, smoking that cigarrelosweet

I was chopping Zillow while y’all was still on that pillow, sleep

Rapping like you real OG’s

Keep it real, don’t teeth

You don’t back it like Bilbo B

You don’t get it cracking like emojis

In the bathroom acting like we don’t see

Talking flat Earth, acting like B.o.B

Fuck around I’ll sacrifice 3−4-3s

You don’t know about my appetite, we gon' eat

Motherfucker, I eat

I’m about to get up and get into something

Call up the Killer City Committee

Get some lunch and maybe smoke a bone

Right, one or two

I’m swinging through before we get into it deep

Gotta couple of things to do

I should, I should

Clean the crib, vacuum

Tidy up the bathroom, so and so

But I don’t fucking want to

I should, I should

Get off of liquor

Quit smoking cigarettes and hit the gym

I know, but I don’t fucking want to

Some say that I should ask God to be forgiven

For my sins, maybe so, but I don’t want to

Rock, rock, rock it like the Beatles

Get up with my people

And talk the shit

That’s what I’m gon' do

The name is Donnie Hathaway King, I’m seen as the Deevil

Contrary to belief, I don’t beef with too many people

And odds are getting even, so see that nothing is equal

And I’m lost in the Sahara, it flares with a desert eagle

Running like Steve Seagull, some people peep and think I’m a bitch

Dirty as they come and don’t wonder if my vagina itch

Try’na get a hit but you swing at whatever kind of pitch

I make America great again when I get behind a chick

Cast the afrid melons spent hella time in the basement

All these rappers getting signed, but they’ll never find a replacement

The man that’s in the mirror can see it clearer and face it

And welcome it with open arms when it’s time to embrace it

Honor Killer City, sin is suicidal to an idol who would try to do the right

I might’ve threw a dude right into the light

Do it true to life, you can cue the lights

Newly to enlight and the crew is tight

Knew if you would bite, cause they suck a bunch

I be telling 'em keep they hands up

They be on the wrong end of a sucker-punch

You wanna get ate up?

(Oh my)

You wanna get ate up?

(Oh my)

Hoping that you wake up (Oh my)

You hoping, if you break up (Not I)

We stacking the fucking paper (And why?)

I’m hoping that you hate us (Stand by)

Local M-O go K-I-M and I D-O-Y

Oh my, fry

Was so underrated, and I made it over it

You don’t know how to roll so you been promoted to blow a dick

30 is the brand new 20, still on some Hov' or shit

The Cru just did a doozy with Coolie

Ooh wee, it’s over bitch