Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1,2,3, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Date of issue: 17.10.2019
Song language: English
1,2,3 |
| 4 for the, 5 for the |
| 6−7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-roll |
| Skull and crossbones, been Layzie when the Shop Boyz was babies |
| I was +Partyin Like a Rock Star+ in a hot car in the 80's |
| Can’t play me, I’m crazy, I wish a nigga would |
| Snatch a nigga by his flesh and really represent the hood |
| Now the night is mine, I’ve been all around the globe |
| Chasin this money, doin them shows, playa I carry the whole load |
| See my family is my everythang, my money take care everythang |
| These nuts I let 'em hang, can’t nobody do it better mayne |
| What’s understood don’t need to be explained, never |
| Ask Ronny to tell ya, I’m on a whole 'nother level |
| I do it cause I’m the shit-shit, you son of a bitch, I’m rich |
| How many times I got to tell these niggas to stay up off the dick? |
| We too big types for fist-fights, wanna start shit, how you been tight |
| My niggas is known to up pipe, squeeze on niggas like «Fuck life» |
| What I shine dawg, I’ma grind dawg, I remind y’all again |
| I don’t do this to be famous, I do it for my kids |
| + (Layzie) |
| 1 for the (shine) 2 for the (money!) |
| 3 for my family cause my babies got to know |
| 4 for the (grind) 5 for the (rhyme) |
| 6−7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-roll |
| Wheels spinnin dippin, all runaway slaves in white linen |
| Flourescent blue, that’s for the Titans, nigga we get in |
| Christ-like, crisis, isis; |
| we are the righteous |
| I’m fightin for the breath of our lightnin, aw yeah |
| Sweat that, technique, never that, ready set go |
| Gangsta you know I shed tears as my shotguns steadily go blow |
| As we lift up off the flo' |
| I smoke squares on the holy ground, hold it now, whoa |
| Forty more days to flip yo' mind, nigga you’ll seek and you’ll find |
| We in the circumference in an abundance, my ambulances is warning, I’m |
| Straight out no mushy pussy, way off to eat a tushy |
| We monster mash it, no cookies, fuck it homie we rookies |
| Understand it, don’t get caught up in my looky-looky |
| Cocky niggas get shot, so nigga don’t try to push me |
| Burn that, nigga you earned that, now learn that |
| Christ will fill you in the buildin, little Layzie turn that |
| Talkin shit but I can back it up, these niggas ain’t no match for us |
| I been doin this shit so long man these niggas ain’t got no chance with us |
| A breath of fresh air, like I’m new in the league |
| LeBron James on these niggas; |
| too much power, too much steam |
| Smoke good weed and cigarettes, like Young Nob' I’m still a threat |
| I’m gone off that ol' shit, really y’all ain’t seen nothin yet |
| Listen to my battle cry, «Art of War» will never die |
| Roll with me you better ride, sucka shit’ll never slide |
| One for the shine, two for the money |
| Give it back to my Heavenly Father, he the only one can take it from me |
| Three for my family, four for they future |
| The only reason I give a fuck, otherwise I’d shoot ya |
| Five to stay alive, and six to keep grinding |
| Seven to get to heaven dawg, it’s all about perfect timing |
| What’s on my motherfuckin mind is this |
| These playa haters got me twisted, rewind it if ya missed it |
| — repeat 2X |
| Hey, yeah, said I’m 'bout to rock-n-roll |
| Yeah, hey, said I’m 'bout to rock-n-roll |
| Hey, yeah, said I’m 'bout to rock-n-roll |
| Yeah, hey, said I’m 'bout to rock-n-roll |