Lyrics - One Day by Jeru The Damaja

One day about six 'o clock
I'm woke up
By the sound of my buzzer and a car or a truck
Screechin' off, so
I jump up, scratch my nuts
But when
I'm like "
Who's that?" nobody speaks up
So
I go to the door there's a note it says:"
We have
Hip-
Hop hostage with guns to his throat,
Do the right thing and we might let him go,
But if you call the police, that's all she wrote
You know what the motive is, it's all about dough
And in case ya think we bullshittin' here's the photo."
I couldn't recognize the clows because they was all hooded down
But
I peeped
Foxy
Brown sippin'
Cristal in the background
With fake alligator boots on
And smack dab in the middle was hip-hop with a
Versace suit on
I immediately called
Primo
I said "
Hip-
Hop is in trouble, meet me at my rest on the double
Don't even jump in the shower, matta'fact scratch my rest
Meet me and
D &
D in an half an hour
And bring all ya shit wit' you cuz you know what we got to do."
Yo
Afu! (
Whassup?)
Lets jet-son like
Elroy
If
I recall correctly
I last saw hip-hop down at
Bad
Boy
We'll see if
Puff knows whassup
Cuz he's the one gettin' him drunk and fuckin' his mind up
We go to the office, he's nowhere to be found
So we snatch up
Jay
Black and beat his bitch ass down"
Now where's
Hip-
Hop?!" "
Aaight, aaight..." he confessed:"
Suge came and took him from
Puff last night,
He said he'd give him up if a real nigga came to retrieve 'em..."
So we went to
L.
A. later that evenin'
When we got there, everything was aaight
And we brought
Hip-
Hop back home that night.
ONE
DAY...

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