Redd Hendrix - One Shoe Lyrics

Listen, man, you're looking for a stroke back across the coast
Tell your bitch to come get some of this lil' potion, man
Because she gonna follow my emotions, man

You understand what I'm trying to say
You better bitch come get it
I'll always be lost in the ocean with this lil' potion, man
Come on

One shot, one shot left in the revolver
I won't miss again
My heart cold as the D
Your hoe in Michigan

Niggas so woe to me, but I can't feel them
We all living in sin
Binoculars, they see
Im with C right now

We been having win
You don't like the way you living
Change your time zone get you a plug
Steppin' that motherf*cker, drippin' i done caused of mine

Swim inside of the club
Thumbing through 100s and 50s, you ain't find nothing less inside of the dub
Box truck full of deliveries
I'm hoping12, ain't looking inside of the rug

Face time with my cousin
Ceiling has stars
My nigga just come as you are
How you go out, about some shit so small

Now you suspect that large
Nine-nine
On the right now for a part
Nigga, I'm swinging the bar

Told my young nigga, please don't go that route
I done been to the edge
Crazy bitch be at the Lord's house
We skeet in her bed

We had a P intervention
Niggas ain't seen the mission
Right now we're seeing the trenches
We in the hood like a thermostat

Eyes don't need contact
I might keep in contact
Russian roulette with this revolver
Ooh, I won't miss

First rule you gotta learn
You can't lose your confidence
Missionary f*cking on the cash
I'm on top of it

If none of this shit working, back to trap be my job again
$1,700 for the bag of the Zaga again
I gotta make all of my ends
Nigga, I said that shit in the beginning

I'm pulling up with the Avengers
I gotta live a life of repentance
Green, come out the business
Shit gets slimy, just like some spinach

Please, remember the vision
We ain't got time for listening and bitching
Sip it and lift up my pinky

Bend in the corner, just like Pinky
Blood all over Ricky
I know blood's dripping in Ricky
Hit man's fingers itchy

Send him to God, that who sent me
I'm focused on just what doing I'm good at
She really think I want fame, huh
Too juiced up, all in the league

Try and bring that shit home like Barry Bond
B Pirates of the Caribbean, I'll put your hoe inside a jar
Godfather John, Gotti of the A, who the New York state of mind
Hood babyies running from 12 every day like a white lady running
I hate it, I had to come split your egg
Them niggas was egging you on
F*ck the government

They trying to see how we think
Rolling the window down
We letting out clout like Ching Chong
Standing in the middle of your yard

The chopper look like a leaf blower
Trying to make your bitch say it again
I'm just like the Eisner brothers
Old school and new school sitting right beside each other

Boy, you must be double minded
Don't be getting beside yourself
Beat up the block, then put that shit up like a f*cking prize belt.

Popping my shit like Pop Rocks if she ever try to cry for help

Hey, I'm going to put that one in some too wild brand new shit
You know, I thought I told her she wear one of the brand new shoes
I told her she got to earn it

You understand what I'm saying
Hey
You heard that

I think you got to open your ears