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All for One and One for Y'all

by RC da Colaman & DJ Squirt

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1.
Getcha hands off me, you nasty ass bitch You know that every time you touch me you give me a twitch Cuz you got a rag top and clammy hands soppy I’ll be fence hoppin if you don’t stop it, so drop it I got it, I think you need to find a hobby Like, uh, origami or a lesson in pottery Make a crochet or some shit, I’ll buy a copy I’ll do whatever it takes just to getcha hands off me, ya got me? I’m about to file a sexual harassment lawsuit Maybe stick my sick friend bastards on you See how you like it when someone’s rash gets on you I mean, bitch you know you nasty, don’t you? Bitch you know you nasty, don’t you? Bitch you know you nasty… you know you nasty Bitch you know you nasty, don’t you? [Hands free off my boy RC] Getcha hands off me, you nasty ass bitch You not nasty like a freak, you nasty like ickhhh I don’t think I can stand another second of this adolescent contact I’m beggin’ you to stop that Why don’t you just keep your hands on your belly Rub it like you’re Buddha, except he’s cuter than you were Even before you got all pregnant and shit Now you look ten times worse than you ever did, so fuckin’ quit Getcha hands off me, I can’t mess with broads who Feedin’ on my shit like they been fastin’ on food But still got legs that can’t fit through a basketball hoop I mean, bitch you know you nasty, don’t you? Bitch you know you nasty, don’t you? Bitch you know you nasty… you know you nasty Bitch you know you nasty, don’t you? Don’t you? Don’t you? [Pony ass bitch]
2.
Intro 01:04
[Hello?] [Yo, this DJ Squirt on the track] [Steady beatin’ that bitch to make your eardrums fall back] [May I direct your attention] [To the man I’m about to mention] [Tip your hat and quiet your mouth] [It’s the newest mother fuckin’ king of the South] [Mr. Royal Crown Cola] [RC da Colaman] RC Money, DJ Squirt Ten years runnin’, droppin’ beats like clockwork If ya known us on the level, then ya seen it before All for one, here’s one for y’all
3.
Ha Ha Ha 03:28
Oh no, here we go again Fuckin’ with that dro again Even though I told myself I’m over it I gotta get high to get through the day And ain’t ne’er mother fucker got shit to say, okay? I probably got some better things to be doin’ Flings to be screwin’ Dreams to pursue and It seems to be true, but Right now I don’t give a fuck I just wanna get a puff I can’t get a damn thing done, cuz I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha I can’t quit, no matter how old I get No matter how many times I said that it’s the last hit I ever did I got no will, and I got time to kill So I’ll forget about the world and just chill I can get funny, understand that But it don’t mean I don’t have a problem with the way spend my money On a plant that gets me just a lil bit good Then it goes away forever like I knew it would So what’s the point in that? I ain’t got nothin’ to show But I’ll admit I’ve had the best times of my life on that dro I just smoke and smoke, pass and choke Wild the fuck out man, you know how it goes, somethin’ like PWAHHHAHA Can’t stop fuckin with that ha ha ha I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha I can’t quit, no matter how old I get No matter how many times I said that it’s the last hit I ever did I got no will, and I got time to kill So I’ll forget about the world and just chill Okay, I think I set myself straight I’m gon’ finish this sack, and then I’m takin’ a break To get my mind right, cuz my head is cloudy I can’t even remember what I said about it, man As of tomorrow, I’m off of that stuff It’s gon’ be rough, but I’m gon’ try to hang tough I’ll just take my last puff, hit the hay Then I’ll rise in the morning for some wake n bake, cuz I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha I can’t stop fuckin’ with that ha ha ha I can’t quit, no matter how old I get No matter how many times I said that it’s the last hit I ever did I got no will, and I got time to kill So I’ll forget about the world and just chill Ha ha ha
4.
Open up the front door, walk outside Two muggin’ ass cops steppin’ out they ride First one got up and head right for me So I took off and shook off the mace he sprayed on me He didn’t quite appreciate that So he grabbed his billy club, ready for combat Shoulda seen the look on his face When I jumped in my Civic for the high speed chase Let’s go Now it’s on I’ll be rollin’ til the cows come home You could find me if ya look fast Man, you know I’m flyin’ As I’m rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9, alright Now it’s on I’ll be rollin’ til the cows come home You could find me if ya look fast Man, you know I’m flyin’ As I’m rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9 I call up my boy Squirt [Hello?] I said, man it’s on, I hope yo ass is home Because they hot on my heels They shot at my wheels, for real [I’m on the way man, I know the deal] So I’m headed down Macinness doin’ 95 In my rearview, piggies cruisin’ right behind But they didn’t know Squirt was a mastermind He rolled up in his Civic, pulled right beside And he pit maneuvered that bitch We don’t mind gettin’ dirty Cuz we stay on time Got to hurry through them stop signs like finish lines As we’re rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9, alright We don’t mind gettin’ dirty Cuz we stay on time Got to hurry through them stop signs like finish lines As we’re rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9 Now ya might notice that the story don’t sound like ya boy RC Cola As I’m runnin’ from cops, Squirt fuckin’ em up I even jumped my car over a truck that blew up That’s when I woke up, it was all a dream All a lie except for one lil thing We do roll hard and quick as we runnin’ ‘round M-town in that Civic Now it’s on You could find me if ya look fast Man, you know I’m flyin’ As I’m rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9, alright We don’t mind gettin’ dirty Cuz we stay on time You could find me if ya look fast Man, you know I’m flyin’ As I’m rollin’ in a Civic through the 1-1-9, alright [Yo man, we be rippin’ these Civics up and down this block] [‘Bout to blow this damn VTEC up into the sky] [Couldn’t catch me if you tried] [I could roll these streets in my sleep] [Ballin’ down Lynnfield] [Rollin’ up Ridgeway] [Sprintin’ down Quince] [Macinness… you know that’s my shit] [Tearin’ tire tracks up Glencliff, Ridgevale, Syon] [Patrollin’ Nonconnah] [Civic clique runnin’ that 1-1-9 shit]
5.
Yo, let me kick it like 1, 2, 3 and to the 4 RC da Colaman knockin’ atcha door, haaah! I’m just playin’ with that played out nonsense So perk up… listen how the song went Back and forth like a ping pong match So packed with punches you could drink on that And we keepin’ it comin’ until the beat falls flat Hide the women and children, we gonna freak all night Like everybody loves everybody And if you know that’s right, go on and get rowdy DJ Squirt on the track Keepin’ it hype then bringin’ it back Relax, kick back Or ya might get a heart attack Fuck that, time to pack the floor We got time to blow until it’s time to go And time flies when you roll this deep in bros and hos Who wanna party like a pro before they go So take it to the dome And if you’re takin’ it slow, then take your shit on home But if you’re ready to throw down, it’s time for a showdown To show me you know how, just gimme a whoa Cuz you know we done came to party RC and Squirt, man we just gettin’ started If you get crunk, don’t be afraid to flaunt it Good lordy, get rowdy Cuz you know we done came to party Grimy and dirty, fuck flashy and gaudy All you girls who been asking for me Good lordy, get rowdy We get rowdy, so rowdy If ya doubt it shout it out loudy If ya still ain’t found it, I’m gon’ pound it Whether or not you allow it If you get high, go on and light up a blunt If you get drunk then get drunk I’m ‘bout to finish my cup, fill it back up Dickel and cola and what? [A splash of Squirt] Man, that’s all we want Workin’s for suckers and playin’s for chumps We need a life where we do what we like And that’s get crunk, get fucked up Haha… chk boom Can’t even stand after playin’ what we give em Cuz you know that beat’s tight And my rhymes sound right So we rowdy all night Like Evander vs Mike Well kinda, not quite Cuz rowdy means wild, but it don’t mean fight So keep ya hands to yourself ‘less you know somebody Just dance and yell and let go your problems, aight Cuz you know we done came to party RC and Squirt, man we just gettin’ started If you get crunk, don’t be afraid to flaunt it Good lordy, get rowdy Cuz you know we done came to party Grimy and dirty, fuck flashy and gaudy All you girls who been asking for me Good lordy, get rowdy [Whatchy’all know about that?] Get rowdy [Yeah, we get rowdy] RC da Colaman [What’s twerkin’ boy?] DJ Squirt [Certified gettin’ it up in this bitch, say what?] Packin’ it in in 2010
6.
Memphis, TN 03:22
Whatchu know about some Memphis, TN? Represent RC and Squirt man steppin’ in To show a little bit of love for the city on the bluff With that steady ass stuff that you can’t get enough of Memphis ass people doin’ Memphis ass shit And I reckon I’ll be Memphis for as long as I can live I’ve stayed in other places that I think I wanted But that Memphis ass flavor still stink up on me M-town, we know how to get down If ya with the in-crowd, let me hear you get loud We got a lot of residents who wanna hate on this city Well I’m gon’ form a committee to tell those bitties what the business If you don’t get it, get the fuck out with it From the Mississippi River out to Houston Levee State Line Road up to Chelsea B. B. King to Yo Gotti Whatchu know about Memphis? Better ask somebody For my Bluff City Bitches, my Bluff City Boys You know we keep this town up on the real because No matter what’s goin’ down, we clownin’, we clownin’ Memphis mother fuckers make noise Well I lounge on my couch while I figure out my day There’s a party downtown and another ‘round my way First I gotta get some grub Should I hit the Commissary or Camy’s or get some chicken from my man Gus? Okay, I’m straight Now I gotta get my crew Aw shit, there’s Squirt, what it do? [I’m tryin’ to get yo ass down to Club 152] Yeah I know, I’m gon’ head there for a minute But I’m bouncing out to P&H after that if ya wanna roll with me [Aw shit yeah boy, let’s get it] You could find me in the back of the club Straight sippin’ on that Mighty Mississippi Mud til I’m fucked up Then I’ve been known to get a little loose when I’m drunk, but uh Pass me the drugs I might even hit the dance floor if you get me fucked up enough Straight to the dome til I can’t stand on my own And then I holla at a girl to take my Memphis ass home For my Bluff City Bitches, my Bluff City Boys You know we keep this town up on the real because No matter what’s goin’ down, we clownin’, we clownin’ Memphis mother fuckers make noise Now that ain’t all we do is play, but it’s what I like to focus on Sure, we got some history and some shit that’s got some purpose on it But I’m partyin’ hardcore If you came for real talk, go listen to Marc Cohn
7.
[I smell smoke in the 1-1-9] [I smell smoke in the 1-1-9] [I’m ‘bout to choke, let me step outside] I smell smoke in the 1-1-9 And that’s when I realize that my mother fuckin’ house is on fire [The fireman swervin’] [They too late, now everything burnin’] [The fireman swervin’] [Everything burnin’] My mother fuckin’ house is on fire [The fireman swervin’] [They too late, now everything burnin’] [The fireman swervin’] [The fireman swervin’] [Everything burnin’] Shit God dang There’s sparks and flames comin’ out my gas tank Plus I think the oven got left on And Squirt was playin’ with matches I even left a roach lit, I’m gon’ try and snatch it I reach for it then I pull back Cuz it’s hotter than a nutsack nestled in a buttcrack In fact, all my shit’s gettin’ crisp I know I gotta get the fuck out, but I can’t resist I hafta try and save my shit before it all gets trashed First I try to grab my cash, but I can’t get to it The flames are too tall for me to race right through it Oh shit, I’m surrounded Everybody else musta ran away without me Now I know I gotta go before it’s too late I had to jump out the window to escape cuz my house is on fire [The fireman swervin’] [They too late, now everything burnin’] [The fireman swervin’] [Everything burnin’] My mother fuckin’ house is on fire [The fireman swervin’] [They too late, now everything burnin’] [The fireman swervin’] [The fireman swervin’] [Everything burnin’] Oh, great Just as soon as I land outside, I gotta deal with all these bitches in my face “Hey RC, why’s your house on fire?” Man, I don’t know But I guess I can’t blame ‘em, It’s not like my neighbors get a lot of entertainment They came to see just how Everything a grown man own could spontaneously combust outta nowhere It’s here then it’s gone Everything I own up and got the fuck on I gotta start from scratch I got no attachments Nothin’ to my name, man it all turned to ashes It’s gonna be a pain in my ass to find a way to replace it I gon’ just have to face it I ain’t gettin none of that shit back I’m gon’ get new stuff and start a brand new stash I can do it if I try Shit, I rewrote this whole damn album Cuz the first time it got lost in the fire [The fireman swervin’] [They too late, now everything burnin’] [The fireman swervin’] [Everything burnin’] My mother fuckin’ house is on fire [The fireman swervin’] [They too late, now everything burnin’] [The fireman swervin’] [The fireman swervin’] [Everything burnin’] My mother fuckin’ house is on fire
8.
Run your mouth about me Don’t think that I didn’t hear you Always spittin’ out some bullshit in somebody’s ear About the style of my hair The clothes I wear Stupid shit like how I got from here to there Well I don’t care… how bout that? I handle my biz I can do without that shit you says about mine, hers, his Don’t wanna hear it, so can’t you just grow up? You act like kids Talkin’ bout what he said that she said that he said About somethin’ about somebody who had somethin’ instead of Somethin’ else that they shoulda had What’s good or bad Keep followin’ fads, ya pony ass hater Haters wanna hate, don’t appreciate Some girls dollin’ theyselves up daily Some dudes holla at em, wassup baby Some girls like to leave they makeup at home Some dudes like em without cake on they dome Some dudes rockin’ in they homegirl’s jeans Some girls walkin’ in they Converse sneaks Some dudes fittin’ they mouth with gold teeth Some girls sit on the couch and smoke weed It don’t matter what your interests be Let’s just agree that you’ll be what you wanna be And don’t let anybody tell you how to do your thing Just freak what ya feel and that’s real, man Haters wanna hate, don’t appreciate Hold it man It’s getting colder man All that shit talkin’s old like a holy man RC da Colaman, harder than granola man Tell me what they told ya man I’ll brush it off my shoulder man I control it man Rollin’ man If they gettin’ ya down, I’ll console ya man I’m patrolin’ for the identities stolen By the people who been posin’ as a character they chosen man I hope you talk to your soul and tell em hello And if it ain’t workin’ out, I recommend you get to know em man Don’t ignore em man Go explore em man You’ll probably like whatcha got in store for ya man So freak it Freak what ya feel
9.
[Hey girl... you know you’re my one and only, right?] [Baby, you know I need you] [And I know you need me] [I don’t feel complete without you around, so let’s be together] [I wanna carry you through the bad times] [And make your best times even better] [And I wanna lay you down] [And devote everything I got to you] I will love you always and forever until the day I die I can’t live without you and I’ll always be right here by your side I wanna have you as a lover and a friend all my life Just tell me that’s not my baby goin’ inside of your belly tonight [Ya heard?] [I’ll give you all that I have to give] [As long as you can promise me that one thing] [Cuz I don’t know what the fuck I would do] [If that was my baby] Close to you, girl You’re like my best friend I gotta get you undressed And then make love to you all night long I can’t stand it when you’re gone So let me hold you tight, never let you go I can make you feel good all over You’ll be screaming my name and I’ll be givin’ you chills But I don’t wear a rubber, so take a pill If I getcha pregnant then I’m gonna head the fuck out of town Cuz there’s no way I could ever father a child And if ya had done tell me you had my baby You know I’d find some other man to blame Tell me that’s not my baby goin’ inside of your belly tonight Tell me that’s not my baby goin’ inside of your belly tonight Tell me that’s not my baby goin’ inside of your belly tonight
10.
Girl walked up to me Said how you doin’? I said how YOU doin’? And she asked for some help with her bags cuz she ‘bout to lose it I said I gotchu Baby, what’s your name? I gotta say I ain’t seen you around the way And damn sure knows I’d remember that face She said I’m new in town, could you show me around? Well then we went walkin’ ‘round the streets of Memphis I was puttin’ in work cuz I had to get this End of the night, I went in to kiss her She was all about it The sex was relentless Next mornin’, roll over, wassup boo She said that’ll be 500 bucks for that screw Hell naw I showed her out the door And then I look in my wallet and my cash is gone, oh no I think I just got played I think I just got played [Man RC, that bitch rode you out like a pony] [Look at your broke ass] [Standin’ here with your hands out, tryin’ to take donations] [You gotta earn them papers] [Where you at?] Well my cash was stolen, so I had to get paid Classifieds said that a man would trade a lil paper If I could come work in his yard I called him up, he said do you work hard? I said yessir He said come over ‘round ten That’s too early for me, but I went anyway He said if you could mow the grass And trim the hedge and edge, I’ll pay you well for that Got to workin’, busted out my landscape skills I gotta make it look good or I can’t pay bills I was grindin’ I ain’t one to disappoint I even fucked his wife, but that’s beside the point Man said the yard look great, now let me pay ya Handed me a check, said see you later I went to the liquor store to cash that shit It said five fuckin’ dollars… ain’t that a bitch I think I just got played I think I mighta got played I think I just got played
11.
Yo, this song goes out to all you hype ass mother fuckers who in my personal peripheral Doin’ whatever it is you do… prowlin’, [shoutin’] Roundin’ the fuckin’ block out and bringin’ the love back up in this bitch [What it is?] I propose a toast to all my friends who alive or dead From the front to the back to the corner post And to my family who I love the most I appreciate everything y’all have done To make my life always be so much fun I wanna give y’all the gift of drink So let me show you how it’s done It goes First you pour a little George Dickel in your cup And some RC Cola, that’s what’s up [Don’t forget about the splash of Squirt] Woo! Yeah, that’ll work Sippin’ on that Mighty Mississippi Mud Drink on… drink on… Sippin’ on that Mighty Mississippi Mud Getcha drink on… drink on… Now that’s the way that ya make a drink So what do ya think? It make you bring that ruckus when you’re feelin’ hype Or get fuckin’ right when you need a night out So get down Put your game face on, we ain’t messin’ around Cuz tonight we ignitin’ the funk So grab another cup of that Mighty Mississippi Mud Just throw some Dickel in that cup And some RC Cola, mix it up [And don’t forget about the splash of Squirt] Tastes so good, you could go berserk Sippin’ on that Mighty Mississippi Mud Drink on… drink on… Sippin’ on that Mighty Mississippi Mud Getcha drink on… drink on… Mighty Mississippi Mud Righter than a missile scud Kinda gets ya feelin’ buzzed Might get ya wishin’ you woulda shoulda coulda had me tell ya before Well sorry bro, I thought you’d already know But now I think ya know how it goes Next time you can bring your own But in case you still didn’t get it I’ll say it one more time, then yo ass better get with it Dickel ‘bout to fly into that cup RC Cola… what? [Get your Squirt on] Mississippi Muddin’ y’all Sippin’ on that Mighty Mississippi Mud Drink on… drink on… Sippin’ on that Mighty Mississippi Mud Getcha drink on… drink on…

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released April 16, 2010

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