Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1, 2, 3 , by - Boot Camp Clik. Song from the album The Last Stand, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 03.07.2006
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
1, 2, 3 |
| Ridin’down the A-V-E in the black A-M-G |
| With the Mac by my lap and they envy |
| The fact that they can’t see me Dippin’through the traffic, I’m relaxin', smokin’black with ease |
| Now my cell phone ringin', it’s a breezy |
| Let me see, yep, it’s this chick I just met and won’t let me breathe |
| Fuck that, my mind on my movement |
| 'Cause when your money stop, they get dumbfounded and do this |
| «Who this nigga next to me?» |
| Like you give checks to me, nigga, it’s respect to me Let them niggas step to me and I’ll handle my biz first |
| Then call up my team and they’ll handle they biz worse |
| This shirt that I wear on my back |
| Represent every vocalist you hear on these tracks |
| Nigga, and everywhere that I steer my gat |
| I steer my whips and you hear where we at, nigga |
| I said 1−2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you’re ready for me, lawd |
| (And nowadays everybody murder, bustin’they guns |
| The whole hood is corner boys, gettin’they ones) |
| I said 1−2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you’re ready for me, lawd |
| (And now everybody got a sixteen, a beat and 'dro |
| The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin’they ho’s) |
| Listen, kick drum, snare and hi-hat |
| I pitch jums around here, pa, don’t try that |
| Louis Satchmo, pull the tool, let the gat blow |
| Melon pop, taco meat, extra tobasco |
| Little Rascal, buck heat at Buckwheat |
| For talkin’dumb, but they all love it when Ruck speak |
| Fuck freaks for free, fuck freaks on E Probably fuck freaks that you’ve seen on BET |
| Been there, done that, no rubber, got clap |
| So it hurt when I piss, this verse is the shit |
| Sean is a beast, you can hear me holler at the full moon |
| Columbine High, settin’fire to school rooms |
| No way, Jose Canseco |
| Pop popular guys at the pop of the bank-o |
| Sean Price, big knife, ready to shank those |
| Niggas at the dice game frontin’with bankrolls |
| I said 1−2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you’re ready for me, lawd |
| (And nowadays everybody murder, bustin’they guns |
| The whole hood is corner boys, gettin’they ones) |
| I said 1−2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you’re ready for me, lawd |
| (And now everybody got a sixteen, a beat and 'dro |
| The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin’they ho’s) |
| Now everybody is a hustler, grind to get money |
| Remember these same people broke and bummy |
| Askin’me for ones, being real hyphy |
| You spendin’all the Grant’s and givin’Jackson’s to wifey |
| Now I got haters wantin’to ice me I gotta be careful 'fore they secret indict me And make me a Mountaineer like West VA boys |
| Can’t do no crime since I tatted my face boy |
| I’ll be dead in a lineup, givin’a time-up |
| Twenty five-to-life, where I sign up? |
| But I’m straight, my flight, they even need me On the ground at nine, that’s more time to grind |
| I said 1−2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you’re ready for me, lawd |
| (And nowadays everybody murder, bustin’they guns |
| The whole hood is corner boys, gettin’they ones) |
| I said 1−2-3 (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Let me know if you’re ready for me, lawd |
| (And now everybody got a sixteen, a beat and 'dro |
| The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin’they ho’s) |