Lyrics:
alligators
Try to scheme off the top, but they be like playa haters
I got that 2 for 3, 4 for 5 got them rocks
But killers I got that 2 for 3, 4 for 5 I
TRYING.
YO TUCK YOU REcDY?
KEEP TRYING. YO
CHORUS 1:
ONE TO THE TWO
TWO TO THE THREE-
BIG cCE IN THIS PLcCE
EVERYONE FOLLOW ME-
THREE TO THE FOUR
FOUR
Looking at
All this rappers Iv been eating
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly
I’m a shot (short) caller
It’s like I’m on the phone with
mind your business
Plain white tee, no ku klux business
Check my IV, check what's missing
Check my ID, know the difference
Niggas talkin' be specific
It's All We Have
Poem by Stavros (aka: Poet 168)
Reading T.S. Elliot
After two books of
Bukowski is like getting hit
In the dick by a midget
for the anthem
Fight the power (Fight the power)
Yo, yo, check this out, man
Bring that beat back, man (bring that beat back)
In two, three, four
not have three or four, but you got one man (big boy)
I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force
One banye, two banye, three and four
White chalk in the air
Black blood by the door
One banye, two banye, three and four
Tell your friend step back
Chorus 2 #Kommanda Obbs
We don't wanna rap no more x2
We just wanna flex some more x2
I know this shit, I know this shit like the back of my hand
I
for a dinosaur pane (four thousand)
Forty-five thousand for a rollie, plain jane (damn)
When I walk in that bit' I need bitches that know my name
not have three or four, but you got one man (big boy)
I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force
twenty past two, hahaha, we got a four o'clock plane to catch at Glas... at uh Glasgow, uuhh
you wish... at Gatwick, see? Guy says, "I think you'd better
o'clock two o'clock three o'clock four
Life only begins when I step out the doors
I need to hold up
This stress is fucking me a whole lot
Two o'clock three
'll shock your mind
I'll put the ji-ji-jiggles in your behind, a-said
One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor
A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme
to see you can't change me
West coast nigga 4 life
It's plain to see you can't change me
East coast nigga 4 life
[Verse 1: T-Mac]
I'ma live by the game
it?
Oh no, man
I'm cueing up the fourth album now, his final one
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, listen
Look into my eyes
Tell me
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
strong I been in my zone
I need me a plain and another two tone
I'ma give ya the print on how to get on
Ever since I was fourteen I've been stackin' more
Feeling like a star city lights all on me
Keep it by my side RFA it’s on me
Lock off all the roads Yh I’m moving Goldie
Daudy hook:
3 am in London I just
get! Gotta get on and go!
Make a deal! Big deal
High score! Our store is closing
Hot tip! Drop shipping! Four, three, two, one
Not skipping offers wired
ain't no future in ya stuntin
a you already kno thought I told ya'll
{ VERSE 2: 3rd Twin }
Bet he never get caught wit a key on him and if he ever
'll shock your mind
I'll put the ji-ji-jiggles in your behind, a-said
One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor
A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme
to the end, go find out what we might see
Pass it to the next, call that shit one-two, three
(Is that Jay spotted? Jay spotted? Jay spotted? Jay spotted?)
Yo
'ma find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
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