Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1, 2, 3, artist - Lost Boyz. Album song Legal Drug Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |