Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1,2,3, artist - Layzie Bone.
Date of issue: 29.11.2010
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 |