1 On 1 - Zacardi Cortez

Every week the club, ah see you But I never have enough courage To come over there and ask a question And it's driving me crazy, I wanna dance with you So tonight I'm gonna take my chances Gonna win or either count my losses I've got to make my confession 'Cause it's driving me crazy, I wanna dance with you 1 on 1, me and you on the floor Just us two, up and down all night long Till the deejay plays the last song Just us two, 1 on 1 1 on 1, me and you on the floor Just us two, up and down all night long Till the deejay plays the last song Just us two, 1 on 1 So tonight it's either now or never I've waited for this chance forever I've kept this inside for too long And it's driving me crazy, I wanna dance with you Gotta do this now before it's too late Even if i tempt my own fate I've kept this inside for too long And it's driving me crazy, I wanna dance with you 1 on 1, me and you on the floor Just us two, up and down all night long Till the deejay plays the last song Just us two, 1 on 1 1 on 1, me and you on the floor Just us two, up and down all night long Till the deejay plays the last song Just us two, 1 on 1 Give me the chance you won't regret 'Cause when we dance I'll make you wet Just the two of us all night long 1 on 1 Give me the chance you won't regret 'Cause when we dance I'll make you wet Just the two of us all night long 1 on 1 1 on 1, me and you on the floor Just us two, up and down all night long Till the deejay plays the last song Just us two, 1 on 1 1 on 1, me and you on the floor Just us two, up and down all night long Till the deejay plays the last song Just us two, 1 on 1

He so brazy (Okay) Yeah, yeah Okay, okay Got a nigga on the way, and he call for a one-on-one (Okay, okay) Got a little birdie in the flat, and I hope that the Jakes don't come (Okay) I done gave nine K to K, came back with a Oh, my God Had a drop-top Merc' and a kid by twenty-one (One, one) I ain't tryna throw hands with no one's son (Son) Bag full of big, big rums (Rums) I'm eatin' her good, make her Oh, my (Hahaha) Might fuck around and swim to her (Phew) Molly on, Molly on, Molly on, Molly on, Molly on tongues Got a whole lot of racks on me, got a whole lot of racks on me Few milli' gonna fix your pain, gonna live your fantasy Wanna suck the skin off me, wanna lick the tats off me Pussy so good, wanna buy you a house, wanna movе your family She can not see the bad in me, this weed creepin', it's attackin' mе In a speed Demon, and I'm doin' one-eighty while she in my passenger seat Go, go yard, tell her, "Make it in pink" Right now, you're makin' me think Turn on the bros, that's not the way, not the code That's not the way that we live (Oh Oh okay, okay) Got a nigga on the way, and he call for a one-on-one (Okay, okay) Got a little birdie in the flat, and I hope that the Jakes don't come (Okay) I done gave nine K to K, came back with a Oh, my God Had a drop-top Merc' and a kid by twenty-one (One, one) I ain't tryna throw hands with no one's son (Son) Bag full of big, big rums (Rums) I'm eatin' her good, make her Oh, my (Hahaha) Might fuck around and swim to her (Phew) Molly on, Molly on, Molly on, Molly on, Molly on tongues Please don't ask in the Hearse If you know it kills you, you won't make this worse, yeah I'm on the road still, on the same curb, gotta make a swerve, yeah I'll tell her, "What you prefer? Virgil or Birks? Let's make a purchase" You can do Isabel, not Michael Kors, that shit's the worst, yeah She wanna be the fur, she is the fur I roll on Miami, I'm lettin' it burn Newest edition, I came in the purse Smoke from the tires, I'm lettin' it burn, bitch I'm back in the Rollsy, baby girl, nice and cozy Red seats like a nosebleed I'm just deepin' what you told me I told my lady to order some racks, go get it on Glovo I told my jeweller to pattern me ice, I'ma get it tomorrow I told my nigga to pour me a four, and it's straight out the bottle I told my bitch, "It's a Urus, it ain't no Gallardo (Okay, okay) Got a nigga on the way, and he call for a one-on-one (Okay, okay) Got a little birdie in the flat, and I hope that the Jakes don't come (Okay) I done gave nine K to K, came back with a Oh, my God Had a drop-top Merc' and a kid by twenty-one (One, one) I ain't tryna throw hands with no one's son (Son) Bag full of big, big rums (Rums) I'm eatin' her good, make her Oh, my (Hahaha) Might fuck around and swim to her (Phew) Molly on, Molly on, Molly on, Molly on, Molly on tongues

What up bitch I'm on my—I'm on my Boosie Badazz shit right now nigga You know what I'm saying, one time to the OG, legend (Fight) You know, ain't no one on one On one on, one on one (fight) You know, ain't no one on one On one on, one on one (fight) You know we gon' jump on jump Jump on jump (fight) You know we gon' jump on jump Jump on, jump on jump (fight) You know, ain't no one on one On one on, one on one (fight) You know, ain't no one on one On one on, one on one (fight) You know, ain't no one on one On one on, one on one (fight) You know we gon' jump on jump Jump on, jump on jump (fight) If my bitch take her makeup, lipstick and her wig off We gone hit like a chainsaw, it's a jigsaw I got sticks, I might get you hit, if I'm pissed off Touch my bitch, I might cut your throat and your wrists off (gang, gang) Kumbaya, Kumbayay, I'm so gang, gang-related And my opps know I don't play And the cops know, I was straight Hey lil' bitch, you out of place If she pull up, she gon' pay All this drip, I'm out of space I'm somewhere that I don't stay I can't let my dawg fight you one on one (whoop that hoe) You too big, he too small, we ain't goin' So we gon' jump yo ass for no reason (bitch) Beat that bitch towards seizure Everybody take an ass-whoopin' one day Better be glad you breathin' (fight) You know, ain't no one on one On one on, one on one (fight) You know, ain't no one on one On one on, one on one (fight) You know we gon' jump on jump Jump on jump (fight) You know we gon' jump on jump Jump on, jump on jump (fight) You know, ain't no one on one On one on, one on one (fight) You know, ain't no one on one On one on, one on one (fight) You know, ain't no one on one On one on, one on one (fight) You know we gon' jump on jump Jump on, jump on jump (fight) Badass syndicated Ask my hood, I been their favorite 4-5 have you penetrated Pull up on you, give you demonstrations Dump on 'em out of new Mercedes Face shot, that's an invitation You invited to my smoke party 'Bout my money, boy I get impatient If you late, that's an increase Half them niggas, they against me Half them bitches wanna kiss me If I was still on my ten speed 4-5 have you penetrated Pull up on you, give you demonstrations Dump on 'em out of new Mercedes Face shot that's an invitation (License and registration) Where yo I.D.? I'm on them backstreets Come and try me If she fine I might poke her like an I.V. (stick it) Looking for a killer, you can hire me (first) Black MJ can't dye me (degree) Got enough money you can buy her (murder) But you ain't got enough money to buy me (gang-gang, gang) You know, ain't no one on one On one on, one on one (fight) You know, ain't no one on one On one on, one on one (fight) You know we gon' jump on jump Jump on jump (fight) You know we gon' jump on jump Jump on, jump on jump (fight) You know, ain't no one on one On one on, one on one (fight) You know, ain't no one on one On one on, one on one (fight) You know, ain't no one on one On one on, one on one (fight) You know we gon' jump on jump Jump on, jump on jump (fight)

Era callejero por derecho propio Su filosofía de la libertad Fue ganar la suya sin atar a otros Y sobre los otros no pasar jamás. Aunque fue de todos, nunca tuvo dueño Que condicionara su razón de ser Libre como el viento era nuestro perro Nuestro y de la calle que lo vio nacer. Era un callejero con el sol a cuestas Fiel a su destino y a su parecer Sin tener horario para hacer la siesta Ni rendirle cuentas al amanecer. Era nuestro perro, y era la ternura Que nos hace falta cada día más Era una metáfora de la aventura Que en el diccionario no se puede hallar. Era nuestro perro porque lo que amamos Lo consideramos nuestra propiedad Era de los niños y del viejo Pablo A quien rescataba de su soledad. Era un callejero y era el personaje De la puerta abierta en cualquier hogar Era en nuestro barrio como del paisaje El sereno, el cura y todos los demás. Era el callejero de las cosas bellas Y se fue con ellas cuando se marchó Se bebió de golpe todas las estrellas Se quedó dormido y ya no despertó. Nos dejó el espacio como testamento Lleno de nostalgia, lleno de emoción Vaga su recuerdo por los sentimientos Para derramarlos en esta canción.

I got dreams that I'm chasing But the haters hold me back when I reach the door Oh Lord, just save me from these dogs Cause the only thing I'm left with Is to get the keys then I hit the lock Oh Lord, just save me from these dogs I got hits that I'm cooking everyday And I wanna add the sauce Oh Lord, just save me from these dogs Cause I got dreams that I'm chasing But the haters hold me back when I reach the door Oh Lord, just save me from these dogs Oh my God, I'm feeling like a prisoner Can you please just pick me up yeah Father please fill me up yeah Or maybe I don't think enough Or maybe I don't think enough Tell me if I'm wasting time Oh please tell me what's up yeah yeah Why don't you lift me up Maybe I can do something better than this yeah Cause I'm feeling weak yeah Frankly I am shaking and shaking So please just help me cause your hand it's what I need Yeah yeah that's all I need But the thing is I got dreams that I'm chasing But the haters hold me back when I reach the door Oh Lord, just save me from these dogs Cause the only thing I'm left with Is to get the keys then I hit the lock Oh Lord, just save me from these dogs I got hits that I'm cooking everyday And I wanna add the sauce Oh Lord, just save me from these dogs Cause I got dreams that I'm chasing But the haters hold me back when I reach the door Oh Lord, just save me from these dogs GOD, can you please intervene Father I beg you please I hope that you're listening, gimme that inner peace Gimme some heavy cheese Increase my energy and bless my enemies enemies Gimme a map, so I be chasing the bag While you be filling the tank I'll be cleaning the mess, so I be moving so fast I wanna move from the past I wanna gimme a cheque Wanna count stacks but the thing is I got dreams that I'm chasing But the haters hold me back when I reach the door Oh Lord, just save me from these dogs Cause the only thing I'm left with Is to get the keys then I hit the lock Oh Lord, just save me from these dogs I got hits that I'm cooking everyday And I wanna add the sauce Oh Lord, just save me from these dogs Cause I got dreams that I'm chasing But the haters hold me back when I reach the door Oh Lord, just save me from these dogs

Jay? I know that people are laughing Because I'm still nothing And I'm not a winner (yeah) But I go make it Even if you hate me Just know that You're dissing a leader (yeah) Regardless of people Who pushing me back I'm strong and I am a believer I'm putting everything on God So boy watch me Pulling up on a beamer (yeah) Mama told me to stay strong Even pray more Cause I'm a dreamer Never play wrong Just be on point "Talk to your God never give up" She been controlling me like a leamer I'm running like GTR Thank Jesus It's a talent, I don't use reefer This is so educating, I'm your teacher I'm busy running a mission By following my ambition Mama I've been dreaming bigger (yeah) On top for Madiba (yeah) I ain't never gonna quit (oh yeah) It's on God, on my knees I pray Conversating about brighter days Negotiations about dockets (yeah) I'm busy running a mission (a mission) I'm busy running a mission (a mission) I'm busy running a mission (yeah) Mama knows I've been dreaming (dreaming) I'm busy running a mission (yah) I'm busy running a mission (yah) I'm busy running a mission Mama knows I've been dreaming (yeah) Lemme just repeat the flow Cause I over heated Like a minute ago (a minute ago) Or lemme just stay on the low Cause I was over 80 If you wanna know (you wanna know) Now I'm back on the road I'm ready to race I'm chasing the dole My pockets are empty They want me to load Put me on a line up I'll give you a show (a show) I just wanna Make my mama proud (yeah) I wanna build something so nice I mean picture my mom chilling Sipping tea and reading The Bible in a glass house (yeah) I've been killing beats And I've been chasing figures I've been bringing hits And they've been taking pictures I've been filming vids And they've been asking features I've been wishing bigger And I've been a preacher (yeah) I'm busy running a mission (a mission) I'm busy running a mission (a mission) I'm busy running a mission (yeah) Mama knows I've been dreaming (dreaming) I'm busy running a mission (yah) I'm busy running a mission (yah) I'm busy running a mission Mama knows I've been dreaming (yeah) I'm busy running a mission (a mission) I'm busy running a mission (a mission) I'm busy running a mission (yeah) Mama knows I've been dreaming (dreaming) I'm busy running a mission (yah) I'm busy running a mission (yah) I'm busy running a mission Mama knows I've been dreaming (yeah)