One 2 The Head

One to the head, y'all (Keep talking that talk)

Ladies look at me as a man of leisure

'Cause I can do the things that can definitely please her

Brothers like to scramble, hustle, gamble

Women take a scammin', I got a hell of a handle

I chip off the block 'cause my daddy was a player

Other words, hon, that means you don't have a player

I gots to get the tongue and things from a cobra

If I kick it to you, baby, salova

Been around a while, and my style, nobody's phasin' it

'Cause I'm sweet, sweeter than a Raisinet

But on the other hand, I'm hotter than Tabasco

You rhyme first and I'll be the last to go

I might win, lose, or even draw

But it ain't nothin' that I ain't never seen before

The only thing is, yo, I never lost it

All I did was reinforce it

Now I'm sturdy, sturdy as a girder

Versatile with capabilities of murder

Protectin' my honor as if I was a samurai

(Ooh, my back!) is the sound when I slam a guy

I'm not about comedy and playin'

That's just my simple way of sayin'

Uh, like that, y'all, one to the head

Uh, like that, y'all, one to the head

Uh, like that, y'all, one to the head

Yup, like that, y'all, one to the head

Y'all all like that, all like that

Uh, to the head, y'all, one to the head, y'all

I like that, y'all, one to the head, y'all

I like that, y'all

I'm gonna drop this rhyme, I'm gonna drop this rhyme

I'm gonna drop this rhyme, I hope it does skyrocket

If it does, I'll be paid in my pockets

With fly things like Rolex watches

And fur minks and diamond links

You see, I got over the hump, bumped a lot of chumps

Just like the mumps, my pockets got lumps

On the contrary, as a kid, I was a merry

Santa Claus didn't bring me things I wanted him to carry

Like a mansion and yacht, a big fat knot

A girl with a Benz who loved me a lot

Nevertheless, there are things about

Me that you probably would never know

Datin' back to when I was just an embryo

But that's a theory, matter of fact, a hypothesis

Coming from the abdomen directly to the esophagus

Protect myself against mishaps and tragedies

Against backstabbers, faggot MCs

I didn't leave, so don't hold me back as if I'm Tara

Mustard don't get more points than the Harlem Globetrotters

Not flexin' or vexin', I'm a man who's modest

And when I speak, I just like stevianas

Some say, "How I got famous this quick?"

'Cause I'm original like Kentucky Fried Chicken in a biscuit

Loop the beats and save it on the diskette

For girls in the mini-skirts and the fishnets

High heel pumps and their hair all done up

I see 'em like that, I can't help but run up

Kick the gab and throw 'em in the limo

Take 'em to the crib just to make a little demo

One to the head, one to the head

One to the head, one to the head

One to the head, one to the head

One to the head, one to the head, y'all