Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1, 2, 3 , by - Lost Boyz. Song from the album Legal Drug Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1995
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
1, 2, 3 |
| 1. 2. 3. thousand problems |
| 1. 2. 3. thousand problems |
| (problems, who’s got problems |
| she’s got problems, got problems |
| three thousand problems, got problems) |
| It’s a cool summer night |
| My .44's on my waist gotta half a stick of dynamite |
| Got some beef wit some niggaz across town |
| Keep my man to the ground |
| I gotta shut it down, they pull up on my block |
| I’m in my little brown hooptie |
| So they guess I want the white rock |
| They walk close towards my ride |
| Surprise motherfucker it’s a handful of 1. 2. 3. thousand problem |
| (I got. problems, three thousand problems) |
| I put two to his head |
| I jumped on the southern state then I’m rushin out to Hempstead |
| One down and one to go |
| I heard the next nigga’s on and he’s gotten a ball of dough |
| I kick in the nigga’s door |
| I sat the nigga in the door wit my nickel played fo'-fo' |
| And word up that shit is soft |
| The way this nigga hit the floor when the Freaky got raw |
| Some bitch tried to burst but I shot her in the back |
| Back! |
| Aiyyo Money where your stash at? |
| He took me back inside to this room |
| Beside the safe full a G’s he had mad bags of weeds |
| 1. 2. 3. thousand problems |
| (Problems, I I got problems) |
| A lot to do |
| I call up the underground let me speak to that nigga Lu He said, Taliq, whats up my man? |
| I got this nigga locked down wit my joint to his gun |
| And word up he got an mail press |
| Aiyyo Money what’s this address? |
| 1245 Boulevard Queens, and and tell my man they try to caravan |
| Understand I’m on a mission |
| And just be nice to pack some extra ammunition |
| and get some Phillies from the store |
| And park the van on the corner and you’re comin through the side door |
| 1. 2. 3. thousand problems |
| (I got problems, we got problems) |
| They get robbed they wanna go Aand we don’t want trouble, I told Lou to move the chairs |
| Aiyyo Cheeks, help me take this damn bitch down the stairs |
| I come back up for the session |
| Money still tied the fuck up confessin |
| I blow some smoke into his eyes, here nigga |
| take two more puff before you die |
| Yo, I stood up, about-faced him |
| And yo Lost Boyz waste him |
| and yo Queens waste him, and yo Southside waste him |
| 1.2.3. |
| thousand problems |
| (Who got problems |
| Pretty Lou and the whole motherfuckin world |
| I got problems) |
| It’s 3 o’clock in the morn |
| Shit is on motherfuckers shit is on Yeah yeah, I gotta get this nigga Shawn |
| I’m drivin in a stolen car wit no motherfuckin plates on I heard Shawn got crazy ends |
| But before I do this thing I go and pick up my best friends |
| A forty ounce and lead feels right |
| I got to see the boy hillside |
| Understand now he’s in court |
| I roll all my windows down pull my shit on the corner |
| but I still bein sneaky |
| (What's your name?) Cause I’m freaky Taliq, I’m freaky Taliq |
| But right now I got beef wit this nigga named Shawn |
| Shit is on word is bond money is gone |
| He’s wit his bitch in bed (ah ah) |
| I pull out my .44, and I don’t wanna do his head |
| Cause this shit is too easy (even though) |
| Even though he can go in one squeeze G, it’s it’s it’s crazy |
| Mr.B's L-B's, a people. |
| 1. 2. 3. 3. thousand problems |
| 1. 2. 3. thousand problems |