Lyrics:
the wall, I just write what I think
Yeah I got the pad and pen, lay it down in ink
You on Jay's World, I'm up in a different atmosphere
Three, two, one
it out by the time that I'm 30
Had a dream I was in room 29, that sh** was great
With two different women, meaning 2 got ate (8)
One was 27, the other
sixth grade
You wack niggas need first aid
Got me twisted like dreads
I run money with two legs
Jay rock, K Dot nigga piss yo pants
(where we from)
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, niggas still waiting for me to drop
(Uh, huh) i robbed niggas for they base
And sold easy rock
Fur coats and magnums
Come
somehow dipped out in a new Porche
Streets say I'm turning into the old jay no worry sipping Dusse
I make this shit look easy I make this shit look easy
I
knocking
On the door in the projects, socking 'em
Nine to five, please
I'm talking about five to nine
G's in three hours easy
I had to block in to smash
Try
so-called "bigger three", huh
But every verse I lay, fans love to say, "Man, niggas is sleep"
But two hundred million records up though, it isn't a dream
Chorus : Repeat 3x
[Jay-Z]: Repeat 2x til fade
Girls and guns, all i want
stock exchange, rocks and thangs
to stunt - I don't need to front
There black history e'ry day - I don't need a month
The survey says - by the streets according
Kanye's just important
comin back for my chedda/Resprect me
(Respect G's!!)/Grab a gat confess,
Eazy the curse make a brotha
(Sean) play to be blessed/Nevertheless I aint
as the timeline shifts to
Eighteen-sixty-two
Three years before the Civil War was over, four years overdue
Which was only a hundred and twenty-one years before I
into someone's coffee
Then it avoids an awful lot of mess
It's murder by numbers one two three
It's as easy to learn as your ABC
Murder
da9o
Hadchi kiji easy tabdina hado 3ad fa9o
Vargas, Vargas, Vargas
Vargas, Rubio, Dudud, ghanfouto l7odod
La majaych bohdi tlata mna ykherjou 100
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
Numbers
(Intro) What jay said really ain't true, cause men lie woman lie but numbers lie too, see numbers lie too
(Verse 1) I don't know if I agree
people ain't no room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons, drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in
I'd read every hobo book collected on my shelf
I fancied that I'd like to try the hobo life myself
I'd live on beans and move about exclusively by
in the jawn
Two-fifty, easy on her arm, pick her arm
East side nigga, I could bag Nia Long
Roof at the view, you see the view of Milan
I've been
the door, what do you see?
[Tek] MS and Smokey Lah wit the twenty sack of weed
[Rock] Yo when you come to the door, what do you see?
[Ruck] Tall Sean wit my
the gelatin?
The rapper's only as good as they are to stand
So go ahead and flop, I don't care, enjoy your Jello, man
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3, 4
Everybody want it, they
a bet I turn the ace up, $hort and Jay, what
Verse two: Too $hort
I never stop making money dont give 'em no slack
Drinking dirty motherf**kers til
might get me 6
Feel like jay park Imma get me a yacht
Two bad ass bitches wanna ride on my ship
I heard some people don’t like me
He wanna fight me
Gang
When I was drug dealing, man (yeah)
I made a killing, man (yeah)
I'm not broke, I cop coke by the kilogram
Fuck how your feeling, man (what)
I
I'ma leave why'all alone, play nicely
Then I hit her with a friendly one-two-three
And then a three-two-one, and we havin fun
'til the break of dawn,
Discuss these easy as 1 2 3 by jay sean Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In