One Time - Rapsody, Phonte, Charlie Smarts

One time for your mind, one time

One time for your mind, one time

One time for your mind, one time

It’s so fresh, it’s so fly

(One time!)

One time for your mind, yes y’all it’s the T. A

B. to the One, run son and tell the DJ

Put that K. double O. L. High on replay

Unlike airlines, we fly with no delay

Non stop hip hop, can’t cop on Ebay

So ready or not, yo you can’t knock what we play

We make it rain when we run together

So you can come stand under my umbrella

I am here At Last like a song from Etta

Had to take my time, get my shit together

So y’all can stop buggin' me like Citronella

Got my Salt and my Pepa like Spinderella

Now my flavor’s just right like grits with cheddar

It’s that down south sweet tea, truth ya never

Ever heard, that’s my word like groups of lettuce

K. High till I die and flow forever

If you want the fresh, fly, look to the sky

Just make the call (Oooh Ooooh!)

Kooley High

We’ll be right there with the beats and the rhymes

One time for your mind

(One time!)

One time for the Fugees, respect that smalls

Kept 'em over the limit, drunk and I can do bars

Advanced placement, my entertainment company will call

Like 9th, 'Tay, Kooley jam will represent all

My Carolina folk family in the dark Ray Charles

Spittin' until you aching, beyond Christopher Paul’s

More than anniversaries and birthdays I fall in line

Some scribe to get to the bottom of it, one time

Megazine, zine, I write on the weekly I mean

I mean any poligy, often marry the ring

In live direct, yo I love this rappin' to death

Hugh Hef', I don’t play boy, word to that nigga Leroy

Six months suppose to be girls

I keep, seesaw, jigsaw puzzle

How she make another heater?

That B-Girl good

Couldn’t deny me one time like Peter could

Oh no, not again, it’s another verse, hate me

But wait a second man, I’m chillin' with the first lady

They said you need more than a purse to persuade me

So the beat’s she straight jackin' and in a word 'crazy'

That’s why we doing stuff that you don’t

Feelin' so Semetic, I’m tryin' to get to Judo

So you know I had to kick it, put my feets on a feature

I’m seeing sucrose, it don’t get no sweeter

Bitch your necks got the nectar

Lex got a lecture

Feelin' what I’m sayin', when my texts got the texture

It ain’t quite polyester and I ain’t got a wrinkle yet

Acting like a printer, grab my pad then the ink and jet

Doo-doo doo-doo-doo

Get your fax/facts straight, I’m that great

Separate the cheese with my family

Stack it face to face till it act gay

Just saying I’m happy boy

When I get up on the tracks they going

My shit is fresh

(Ooooh Ooooh!)

(One Time!)

(Ooooh Ooooh!)

(One Time!)

Yo.

New Tiggalo, new Tiggalo, new Tiggalo

Rap ditty with the rapper 'Tay

Pull up a chair lets rap a taste

Get real intimate with my Texas Instrument

Flow that y’all hoes can’t calculate

So fuck what you thought, I apply brute force

Like old school niggas rockin' Fabergé

These hoes aggravate, me till my words coagulate

Not for the accolades, I do it to remind these niggas

Stay in your place like you been held back a grade

And spit the truth from your own heart

Cause we them '88 babies like Tone Stark

They screamin' «Kill him» but yet I still swim by myself

In a sea full of piranhas, a lone shark

Stroking against the current and at alarming rate

Like a theft deterrent

Want respect then earn it

The spice of life in one line

A lil' salt, a lil' pepper, some sage and one thyme/time

Yeah, let that boy cook.

Let that boy cook!

I swag, I chop I chef!

Let that boy cook!