Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1, 2 Y'all , by - Memphis Bleek. Release date: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
1, 2 Y'all |
| Yea I see ya, let’s go… drop one |
| Yeah, Yo, Yo. |
| 1, 2 y’all, you know I rock ya |
| Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia |
| 1, 2 y’all, you know I stop ya |
| Dirty Get Low nigga we gotcha |
| 1, 2 y’all (y'all) uh |
| 1, 2 y’all (y'all) uh |
| 1, 2 y’all (y'all) uh |
| Yea… Yea… Yea |
| I tote P89's on me all the time |
| My rhymes is serious I’m kill’em every time |
| While I’m… sunk in that 745. IL |
| Feel like a jet when I ride (when I ride) |
| So I ride nigga feel me on cruise control |
| Game tight nigga lose your ho |
| I smoke… take a few pulls of the reefer |
| Ridin under the tint doin the duece fever |
| Need some so I check the beeper |
| Before B.I.G. |
| pasted he passed the number to Katrina |
| Get it right the game still remain |
| And I’m married to the shit, you niggas still engaged |
| Nothin change, twelve gauge still POP! |
| If you niggas wanna jump at the ROC! |
| You can come witcha BLOCK! |
| If you want to |
| Yea Ease the same |
| I bet it all on dice so I could freeze the chain (now thats game) |
| All you hoes is a show (your truck come with a chaffeur?) Ma fa’sho |
| You know Ease the truth, they say sex is a weapon |
| You’ll be dead when I shoot |
| 1, 2 y’all, you know I rock ya |
| Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia |
| 1, 2 y’all, you know I stop ya |
| Dirty Get Low nigga we gotcha |
| 1, 2 y’all (y'all) uh |
| 1, 2 y’all (y'all) uh |
| 1, 2 y’all (y'all) uh |
| Yea… Yea… Yea |
| Yea… Yea. |
| It’s Get Low and the ROC ain’t a click out touchin’em |
| Doe doublin bitch niggas not discussin’em |
| Block tick rabbit when I’m finger fuckin’em |
| Fuck a vest, tell ya boys have a bullet proof truck with’em |
| It’s Geda K the young horse, and M. Ease of course we gettin cheese |
| Draw we don’t squeeze, and SUV’s on two-fours with t.v.'s |
| Probably with your bitch, playin the backseat |
| And you know I hit it, ain’t the type to chill with it |
| Type to get rid of and never go to the crib with her |
| Shit, I move according to plans and still visit… park |
| And still kick it and pick my niggas up |
| And you know we be dro smokin, toten, loc’n |
| Live from BR-double-O-klyn, bitch its Get Low let me know whats up |
| If you get it the truck get in position to fuck |
| I’m ghetto, Errol Flynn, hot like heroin, young pimps thoro’in |
| I pimp through their boroughs in |
| Ya better keep your chicks intact… cause I walk like a pimp, talk like a mack |
| 1, 2 y’all, you know I rock ya |
| Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia |
| 1, 2 y’all, you know I stop ya |
| Dirty Get Low nigga we gotcha |
| 1, 2 y’all (y'all) uh *uh huh* |
| 1, 2 y’all (y'all) uh *Cease A Leo* |
| 1, 2 y’all (y'all) uh |
| Yea… Yea… Yea |
| Aright, check it out… check it out. |
| Uh oh.Uh oh… Yo |
| Code name Cease A Le, crack on the AVE |
| BK grimmey MC, rap wreck machine |
| My niggas on the scene with the machine guns, the infa-red beams |
| Hand gun with silencers, ride up on the side of ya |
| Flash this gun up in ya face like photographers (camera flash noise) |
| Stay in the hood with ice, ain’t noboby robbin us |
| When it come to rappin ain’t noboby stoppin us dog (Ha Haaa!) |
| It’s ROC mafia who live as us, Jay ridin on side, B.I.G. |
| on top of us |
| Get Low firing my Phillie niggas ride with us (reloading noise) |
| Dutch this blunt up if you wanna get high with us (puffing noise) |
| BK yo we reppin, I’m like cash… everywhere I’m accepted |
| From Marcy to Stuy, the West to the Chi |
| I keep it all hood till the day that I die |
| 1, 2 y’all, you know I rock ya |
| Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia |
| 1, 2 y’all, you know I stop ya |
| Dirty Get Low nigga we gotcha |
| 1, 2 y’all (y'all) uh |
| 1, 2 y’all (y'all) uh |
| 1, 2 y’all (y'all) uh |
| Yea… Yea… Yea |
| Uh Oh. |
| Raps in trouble, Hov 'bout to double back |
| And lock the streets again, ain’t no policing him |
| Got cops on the payroll, killers on the lay low |
| Niggas be careful what you saying on that radio |
| I Nextel radio niggas have 'em at the radio before you exhale, nigga |
| The cats out the bag, but blast out the mag |
| Send them words back in your mouth, out ya ass |
| Talking shit, all you get is cleaned the fuck up |
| I ain’t steamed the fuck up either |
| Hire the team of me, myself, and I-rene |
| I come through and lean you fucker, I’m trying to keep niggas from killing you |
| You still talking shit to me, you not as smart as you appear to be |
| I got dum-dums for dumb-dumbs |
| I’m a bright man, got a educated left hook in a right hand |
| Fuck like whoa, got a flow like damn |
| The new thug life be the Roc-A-Fella fam |
| No disrespect intended |
| But if you offended can’t take it back; |
| handle your business |
| I’m just stating facts, the whole worlds against us |
| And we will not surrender, and we will survive |
| Turn out ya lights like Teddy Pender-Grass |
| Get ready for the coldest winter as, I proceed. |
| Yea, Yo, Yo. |
| 1, 2 y’all, you know I rock ya |
| Step in the rounds of the ROC mafia |
| 1, 2 y’all, you know I stop ya |
| Dirty Get Low nigga we gotcha |
| 1, 2 y’all (y'all) uh |
| 1, 2 y’all (y'all) uh |
| 1, 2 y’all (y'all) uh |
| Yea… Yea… Yea |