One Two Three Four
Исполнитель: The Lox
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<br>[Sheek] <br>You in the circle line, what`s wrong <br>Ain`t your yacht out yet <br>Ain`t you that Willie Benz pusher slash (?) <br>Nigga please in the Hills of Beverly you find us Heavenly <br>Swingin` dick to Pamela Anderson bitches daily <br>LOX, when we ball it`s paper view y`all <br>Straight movie, flee to see three while I`m oozy <br>Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta shit <br>For me to get paid and I saw y`all just get sprayed <br>It`s the (?), as a nail but on point though <br>I blast up the Loca for scheming on my coke-ah <br>LOX, in total control and power <br>And everything you see us sweatin` in our videos be ours <br>But you can`t afford it so you player hate, I see the logic <br>My coke fifteen-hundred keeps your army in the closet <br>As long as L-O-X keep giving you what you need <br>We gonna take it there nigga, as we proceed <br><br>[Jadakis] <br>One Two Three Four <br>Two Three Four <br>Three Four <br><br>[Jadakis] <br>Yo, you already know what I`m here for <br>Therefor L-O-X be the niggas that I care for <br>Holdin` down this foundation, Mister Jason <br>Balled head baby face and I stay laced and <br>When you pay good you play good <br>I`ma get this money while these fake thugs stay low <br>And why wouldn`t I be stackin` Franks <br>Fifteen in the clip while you packin` shanks <br>(?) swingers, hair (?), fed bidders, real niggas <br>The little kids still dig us <br>Next time be careful who you bring drama to <br>Speaker phone in the Suburban with (?) <br>Pad lock, filled to the top and everything <br>We ain`t gonna stop <br>We just going to squeeze through your glock <br>Dinero, Louch, bounce to the coup with <br>No trouble all my niggas bubble like goose <br>Or geese, nauticale fleece it aint nothin` <br>But now I can drop twenty-five on the piece <br>Butt in axe duels with whoever <br>Who you kidding, back to back <br>Like cream on the other side of Clinton <br>Shock treatment for the cats who can`t freak it <br>I keep it dusted thats why they always try to leak it <br>But peep it, that weed shit you can keep it <br>We trying to sell all the real units we can eat with <br><br>[Styles] <br>Fuck the cars and and the clothes, sex and the bitch <br>Focus on life and niggas that run thick <br>Like a pack of wolves, with tools we all been frugal <br>This chance is second round I aint jumpin` in no bull <br>Fucking with the guiani`s and the moles <br>When the money`s making me hot, I move where it`s cool <br>Our pigment is just for figment <br>You never see my rolls (?) moving through the triangle pyramid <br>This is for the cats that`s like "Who`s the Lox?" <br>Better flow up to Yonkers nigga, choose a block <br>Got Arabics, Ricos, Jews and Wops <br>Drinking booze up the (?) tryin` to lose the cops <br>Same shit, where you at, but where "you" at? <br>I got my first felony, holding a gat <br>And I`ve been robbed by cats, slingin` my sacks <br>Styles P-A-N-I-R-O, B-M-Doub, see that thug, get that doe <br>We ain`t positive, but we ain`t negative <br>The cops got guns, and they dont like us where we live <br>Take notes, I`m smokin` a roach, holding my toast <br>Givin` my quotes, to the shorties livin` with dope <br>You think it ain`t real, until you caged in <br>And you can`t hit a feel, you keep the rage in <br>Cuz you never made a mil` so we keep it blazin` <br>And the fagots on the hill, fucking niggas girls <br>But they keep them on the pill, a dog where you at <br>Cuz the honey is tight ill, everything is real