Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1, 2, 3, artist - Naughty By Nature. Date of issue: 02.09.1991
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
1, 2, 3 |
| 1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3 |
| 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and |
| Verse 1: Lakim Shabazz |
| ??? |
| rappers are full of this since I’m a Don I’m pullin out a hit |
| cos I’m fired up I’m tired of all the bullshit |
| Flavor Unit it’s time to attack the prey |
| So make way for hip hop’s green beret |
| Bring on the refills you see we feel |
| the name of the brain game is kill or be killed |
| I’m an expert, who will be the next jerk to try? |
| Let me explain you got 8 million ways to die |
| We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore |
| Have that ass lookin just like *?this boo-boo?* slipped the door |
| Known to kill, dunk skills, e-rupt |
| You ask why? |
| My reply is 'I don’t give a fuck!' |
| I’m a Panther, I love fresh meat |
| After I kill ya, I’ma leave ya body across 110th Street |
| My tactics are drastic and real fast |
| I tie one to a truck and go drag ya ass |
| I’m more than a threat, I’m a problem |
| To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem |
| So don’t whisper or make a sound or croak |
| Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat |
| Everyday all day this be the hard way |
| Puttin rappers outta commission even on an off-day |
| Flavor Unit rules G, we’re takin rappers out |
| 1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3 |
| Verse 2: Apache |
| Here comes trouble and it’s all that, in fact contact |
| You’re next of kin, friend, follow the flow format |
| While you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised |
| Ask me if I give a fuck cos I ain’t got shit to lose |
| Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up You beatnit, wait a minute, hold the fuck up If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, blame |
| handicapped, crippled and pussy was my middle name |
| you couldn’t beat me slick, snap that neck like a Chico stick |
| I know who beat’cha quick (who?), my grip |
| I cut ya fuckin head off and use it as a Christmas tree ornament |
| Come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best |
| He’s with the 40-below footprint on his chest |
| Fucked up, got stuck, go press your luck |
| Both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck |
| Head found in the bar of a limosuine |
| The rest of his body at a dove site in Queens |
| Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin |
| Ya fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon |
| I told you I’m out to stalk, |
| Last nigga tried me, died G, felt my tomahawk |
| Apache, that’s me, I’m gettin rappers’ass |
| 1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3 |
| Verse 3: Treach |
| You coulda been my main shit but you scrap and will wack, black |
| The only thing I smoke witta pipe is an ass crack |
| You challenge Treach, I’ll seal you quick, you can’t touch that |
| I thought you did a triple cos you said Aw, fuck that! |
| Diamond Hill how ya feel, *?hey Ben Hef?* |
| Give me a hearin aid or two then I’m thru cos I’m that def |
| That’s how we all be, tighter than small leaves |
| Club rappin all be, I’m wreckin on all 3 |
| This drill means chill, Guard Ya Grill, trouble |
| Is that your head or is your neck blowin a fuckin bubble? |
| A-B-C, skip to the S-T |
| U-V-W-X, fuck the Y-Z |
| Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba-in |
| Tape dem and cruise me then, if I’m wrong, sue me then |
| Wait let me hear another tune, tune me in so I’m straight, if I hear drop the bomb I have to go Break this nig’for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played |
| Erase, forgive me not cos shit I’m hot, if I can get then you’ll get got |
| Au contraire mon frere this is all my hair |
| I wouldn’t cut it for the biggest butt-ocks out there |
| Put on a tip or hittin hips, I’m more than quick |
| I Grease my Lightnin', it’s frightening how I get, a slick |
| schooled, dark, cool Sagittarian |
| Two types of marryin: very thick or very thin |
| Naughty By Nature and the Flavor U-N-I-T |
| 1 motherfuckin 2 motherfuckin 3 |